Twelfth Night (Modern)

 12123.1
 3.1.0.11213Enter [from different ways] Viola [as Cesario] and Clown [playing on tabor and pipe].
 3.1.11214Viola
 Save thee, friend, and thy music. Dost thou live 1215by thy tabor?
 3.1.21216Clown
 No, sir, I live by the church.
 3.1.31217Viola
 Art thou a churchman?
 3.1.41218Clown
 No such matter, sir. I do live by the church, for 1219I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the 1220church.
 3.1.51221Viola
 So thou mayst say the king lies by a beggar, if a 1222beggar dwell near him; or the church stands by thy 1223tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.
 3.1.61224Clown
 You have said, sir. [To the audience as well as Viola] To see this age! A sentence is 1225but a cheverel glove to a good wit: how quickly the 1226wrong side may be turned outward!
 3.1.71227Viola
 Nay, that's certain: they that dally nicely with 1228words may quickly make them wanton.
 3.1.81229Clown
 I would therefore my sister had had no name, sir.
 3.1.91230Viola
 Why, man?
 3.1.101231Clown
 Why, sir, her name's a word, and to dally with 1232that word might make my sister wanton. But indeed, 1233words are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.
 3.1.111234Viola
 Thy reason, man?
 3.1.121235Clown
 Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words, 1236and words are grown so false I am loath to prove 1237reason with them.
 3.1.131238Viola
 I warrant thou art a merry fellow and car'st for 1239nothing.
 3.1.141240Clown
 Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my 1241conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care for 1242nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.
 3.1.151243Viola
 Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
 3.1.161244Clown
 No indeed, sir! The Lady Olivia has no folly. She 1245will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools are 1246as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings: the 1247husband's the bigger. I am indeed not her fool, but her 1248corrupter of words.
 3.1.171249Viola
 I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.
 3.1.181250Clown
 Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the 1251sun, it shines everywhere. I would be sorry, sir, but the 1252fool should be as oft with your master as with my 1253mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.
 3.1.191254Viola
 Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with 1255thee. Hold, [Giving him a coin] there's expenses for thee.
 3.1.201256Clown
 Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send 1257thee a beard.
 3.1.211258Viola
 By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for 1259one, [To the audience] though I would not have it grow on my chin. [To the Clown.] Is 1260thy lady within?
 3.1.221261Clown
 [Indicating the coin] Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
 3.1.231262Viola
 Yes, being kept together, and put to use.
 3.1.241263Clown
 I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring 1264a Cressida to [Displaying the coin] this Troilus.
 3.1.251265Viola
 I understand you, sir, 'tis well begged. [Gives another coin.]
 3.1.261266Clown
 The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a 1267beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I 1268will conster to them whence you come; who you are, and 1269what you would, are out of my welkin--I might say 1270element, but the word is overworn.
 3.1.26.1Exit.
 3.1.271271Viola
 [To the audience] This fellow is wise enough to play the fool,
 3.1.281272And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
 3.1.291273He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
 3.1.301274The quality of persons, and the time;
 3.1.311275And like the haggard, check at every feather
 3.1.321276That comes before his eye. This is a practice
 3.1.331277As full of labor as a wise man's art:
 3.1.341278For folly that he wisely shows, is fit;
 3.1.351279But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
 3.1.35.11280Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
 3.1.361281Sir Toby
 Save you, gentleman.
 3.1.371282Viola
 And you, sir.
 3.1.381283Sir Andrew
 Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
 3.1.391284Viola
 Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.
 3.1.401285Sir Andrew
 I hope, sir, you are, and I am yours.
 3.1.411286Sir Toby
 Will you encounter the house? My niece is 1287desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
 3.1.421288Viola
 I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the 1289list of my voyage.
 3.1.431290Sir Toby
 Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.
 3.1.441291Viola
 My legs do better understand me, sir, than I 1292understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
 3.1.451293Sir Toby
 I mean to go, sir, to enter.
 3.1.461294Viola
 I will answer you with gait and entrance--
 3.1.46.11296Enter Olivia and [Maria].
 3.1.47But we 1295are prevented. 1297[To Olivia] Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain 1298odors on you.
 3.1.481299Sir Andrew
 [To the audience] That youth's a rare courtier: "rain odors"--well.
 3.1.491300Viola
 My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own 1301most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
 3.1.501302Sir Andrew
 [Writing] "Odors," "pregnant," and "vouchsafed": I'll get 'em 1303all three all ready.
 3.1.511304Olivia
 Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to 1305my hearing.
 3.1.51.1[Exeunt Maria and Sir Toby, followed by Sir Andrew] [observing Olivia.]
 3.1.52Give me your hand, sir.
 3.1.52.1[Viola kneels instead to kiss Olivia's hand.]
 3.1.531306Viola
 My duty, madam, and most humble service.
 3.1.541307Olivia
 What is your name?
 3.1.551308Viola
 Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
 3.1.561309Olivia
 My servant, sir? 'Twas never merry world
 3.1.571310Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
 3.1.581311Y'are servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
 3.1.591312Viola
 And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
 3.1.601313Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
 3.1.611314Olivia
 For him, I think not on him; for his thoughts,
 3.1.621315Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me.
 3.1.631316Viola
 Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
 3.1.641317On his behalf.
 1318Olivia
 On his behalf.  Oh, by your leave, I pray you!
 3.1.651319I bade you never speak again of him;
 3.1.661320But would you undertake another suit,
 3.1.671321I had rather hear you to solicit that
 3.1.681322Than music from the spheres.
 3.1.691323Viola
 Dear lady--
 1324Olivia
 Dear lady--  Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
 3.1.701325After the last enchantment you did here,
 3.1.711326A ring in chase of you. So did I abuse
 3.1.721327Myself, my servant, and I fear me, you.
 3.1.731328Under your hard construction must I sit,
 3.1.741329To force that on you in a shameful cunning
 3.1.751330Which you knew none of yours. What might you think?
 3.1.761331Have you not set mine honor at the stake,
 3.1.771332And baited it with all th'unmuzzled thoughts
 3.1.781333That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
 3.1.791334Enough is shown; a cypress, not a bosom,
 3.1.801335Hides my heart. So, let me hear you speak.
 3.1.811336Viola
 I pity you.
 1337Olivia
 I pity you.  That's a degree to love.
 3.1.821338Viola
 No, not a grece: for 'tis a vulgar proof
 3.1.831339That very oft we pity enemies.
 3.1.841340Olivia
 Why then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
 3.1.851341O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
 3.1.861342If one should be a prey, how much the better
 3.1.871343To fall before the lion than the wolf!
 3.1.87.11344Clock strikes.
 3.1.881345The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
 3.1.891346Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you;
 3.1.901347And yet when wit and youth is come to harvest,
 3.1.911348Your wife is like to reap a proper man.
 3.1.921349There lies your way, due west.
 1350Viola
 There lies your way, due west.  Then westward ho!
 3.1.931351Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.
 3.1.941352You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
 3.1.951353Olivia
 Stay!
 3.1.96I prithee tell me what thou think'st of me?
 3.1.971354Viola
 That you do think you are not what you are.
 3.1.981355Olivia
 If I think so, I think the same of you.
 3.1.991356Viola
 Then think you right: [Including the audience] I am not what I am.
 3.1.1001357Olivia
 I would you were as I would have you be.
 3.1.1011358Viola
 Would it be better, madam, than I am?
 3.1.1021359I wish it might, for now I am your fool!
 3.1.1031360Olivia
 [To the audience] Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
 3.1.1041361In the contempt and anger of his lip!
 3.1.1051362A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon,
 3.1.1061363Than love that would seem hid. Love's night is noon.
 3.1.1071364[To Viola] Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
 3.1.1081365By maidhood, honor, truth, and everything,
 3.1.1091366I love thee so, that maugre all thy pride,
 3.1.1101367Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
 3.1.1111368Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
 3.1.1121369For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
 3.1.1131370But rather reason thus with reason fetter:
 3.1.1141371Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.
 3.1.1151372Viola
 By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
 3.1.1161373I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
 3.1.1171374And that no woman has; nor never none
 3.1.1181375Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
 3.1.1191376And so adieu, good madam; never more
 3.1.1201377Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
 3.1.1211378Olivia
 Yet come again--for thou perhaps mayst move
 3.1.1221379That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
 3.1.122.1Exeunt [different ways].
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Twelfth Night (Modern)
