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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Twelfth Night + or, What You Will + +Author: William Shakspeare + J P Kemble + +Release Date: February 16, 2012 [EBook #38901] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TWELFTH NIGHT *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Ernest Schaal, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<p class="h2">TWELFTH NIGHT;</p> +<p class="cnomargins">OR,</p> +<p class="cnotmargin">WHAT YOU WILL.</p> + +<p class="cnobmargin">A COMEDY.</p> +<p class="cnomargins">IN FIVE ACTS;</p> +<p class="cnotmargin"><span class="smcap">By</span> WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.</p> + +<p class="cnobmargin">REVISED BY</p> +<p class="cnotmargin">J. P. KEMBLE.</p> + +<p class="cnobmargin">AS NOW PERFORMED AT THE</p> +<p class="cnotmargin">THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">LONDON:</p> + +<p class="cnobmargin">PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND</p> +<p class="cnotmargin">BROWN, PATERNOSTER-ROW.</p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<p class="cnobmargin"><span class="smcap">Edinburgh</span>:</p> +<p class="cnotmargin">Printed by James Ballantyne and Co.</p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<p class="h2">DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.</p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary="dramatis personae"> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Duke Orsino</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Barrymore</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Valentine</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Claremont</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Curio</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Treby</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sir Toby Belch</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Emery</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sir Andrew Ague-cheek</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Munden</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sebastian</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Hamerton</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Antonio</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Cresswell</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Roberto</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Jefferies</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Friar</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Atkins</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Malvolio</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Liston</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Clown</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Fawcett</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Fabian</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Farley</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">First Officer</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr King</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Second Officer</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mr Lambert</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Olivia</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mrs C. Kemble</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Viola</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Miss S. Booth</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Maria</span></td> +<td class="tdl"><i>Mrs Gibbs</i></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="center"><i>Gentlemen.—Musicians.—Sailors.—Servants.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Scene</span>—<i>A City in Illyria, and the Sea-coast near it.</i></p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<p class="h2">TWELFTH NIGHT;</p> +<p class="cnomargins">OR,</p> +<p class="cnotmargin">WHAT YOU WILL.</p> + +<h2>ACT THE FIRST.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE I.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>The Sea-coast.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>, <span class="smcap">Roberto</span>, <i>and two Sailors, carrying a +Trunk</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> What country, friends, is this?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> This is Illyria, lady.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> And what should I do in Illyria?<br /> +My brother he is in Elysium.<br /> +Perchance, he is not drown'd:—What think you, sailors?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> It is perchance, that you yourself were saved.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> O my poor brother! and so, perchance may he be.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> True, madam; and, to comfort you with chance,<br /> +Assure yourself, after our ship did split,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page6" id="page6"></a>[pg 6]</span> +When you, and that poor number saved with you,<br /> +Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,<br /> +Most provident in peril, bind himself<br /> +(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)<br /> +To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;<br /> +Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,<br /> +I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,<br /> +So long as I could see.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,<br /> +Whereto thy speech serves for authority,<br /> +The like of him. Know'st thou this country?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born,<br /> +Not three hours travel from this very place.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Who governs here?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> A noble duke, in nature, +As in his name.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> What is his name?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> Orsino.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Orsino!—I have heard my father name him:<br /> +He was a bachelor then.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> And so is now,<br /> +Or was so very late: for but a month<br /> +Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh<br /> +In murmur, (as, you know, what great ones do,<br /> +The less will prattle of,) that he did seek<br /> +The love of fair Olivia.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> What is she?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count<br /> +That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her<br /> +In the protection of his son, her brother,<br /> +Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,<br /> +They say, she hath abjured the company<br /> +And sight of men.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Oh, that I served that lady!<br /> +And might not be deliver'd to the world,<br /> +Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,<br /> +What my estate is!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> That were hard to compass;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page7" id="page7"></a>[pg 7]</span> +Because she will admit no kind of suit,<br /> +No, not the duke's.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;<br /> +And, I believe, thou hast a mind that suits<br /> +With this thy fair and outward character.<br /> +I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,<br /> +Conceal me what I am; and be my aid<br /> +For such disguise as, haply, shall become<br /> +The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke;<br /> +Thou shalt present me as a page unto him,<br /> +Of gentle breeding, and my name, Cesario:—<br /> +That trunk, the reliques of my sea-drown'd brother,<br /> +Will furnish man's apparel to my need:—<br /> +It may be worth thy pains: for I can sing,<br /> +And speak to him in many sorts of music,<br /> +That will allow me very worth his service.<br /> +What else may hap, to time I will commit;<br /> +Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Rob.</i> Be you his page, and I your mute will be;<br /> +When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I thank thee:—Lead me on.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE II.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Duke Orsino's</span> <i>Palace</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>The Duke discovered, seated, and attended by</i> <span class="smcap">Curio</span>, +<i>and Gentlemen</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Duke.</i> [<i>Music.</i>] If music be the food of love, play on,<br /> +Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,<br /> +The appetite may sicken, and so die.——<br /> +[<i>Music.</i>] That strain again;—it had a dying fall:<br /> +O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page8" id="page8"></a>[pg 8]</span> +That breathes upon a bank of violets,<br /> +Stealing, and giving odours.—<br /> +[<i>Music.</i>] Enough; no more; [<i>He rises.</i><br /> +'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Cur.</i> Will you go hunt, my lord?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> What, Curio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Cur.</i> The hart.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:<br /> +O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,<br /> +Methought, she purged the air of pestilence;<br /> +That instant was I turn'd into a hart;<br /> +And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,<br /> +E'er since pursue me.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>.</p> + +<p>How now? what news from my Olivia?—speak.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Val.</i> So please my lord, I might not be admitted;<br /> +But from her handmaid do return this answer;<br /> +The element itself, till seven years heat,<br /> +Shall not behold her face at ample view;<br /> +But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,<br /> +And water once a day her chamber round<br /> +With eye-offending brine: all this, to season<br /> +A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh,<br /> +And lasting, in her sad remembrance.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame,<br /> +To pay this debt of love but to a brother,<br /> +How will she love, when the rich golden shaft<br /> +Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else<br /> +That live in her!—<br /> +Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;<br /> +Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page9" id="page9"></a>[pg 9]</span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE III.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby Belch</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> What a plague means my niece, to take +the death of her brother thus? I am sure, care's an +enemy to life.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in +earlier o' nights; your niece, my lady, takes great +exceptions to your ill hours.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Why, let her except before excepted.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Ay, but you must confine yourself within +the modest limits of order.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than +I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, and +so be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang +themselves in their own straps.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> That quaffing and drinking will undo you; +I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish +knight, that you have brought in here, to be her +wooer.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Ay, he.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> What's that to the purpose?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Why, he has three thousand ducats a-year.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these +ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o' the +viol-de-gambo, and hath all the good gifts of nature.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> He hath, indeed, all, most natural; for, besides +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page10" id="page10"></a>[pg 10]</span> +that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, +but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust +he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, +he would quickly have the gift of a grave.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> By this band, they are scoundrels, and substractors, +that say so of him. Who are they?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly +in your company.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> With drinking healths to my niece; I'll +drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my +throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward, and a +coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his brains +turn o' the toe like a parish-top—See, here comes +Sir Andrew Ague-face.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Sir Andrew Ague-cheek</span>, <i>without</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby +Belch?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Sweet Sir Andrew!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Bless you, fair shrew.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> And you too, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> What's that?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> My niece's chamber-maid.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> My name is Mary, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Good Mistress Mary Accost,——</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> You mistake, knight; accost, is, front her, +board her, woo her, assail her.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> By my troth, I would not undertake her +in this company. Is that the meaning of accost?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Fare you well, gentlemen.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, 'would +thou might'st never draw sword again.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> An you part so, mistress, I would I might +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page11" id="page11"></a>[pg 11]</span> +never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think +you have fools in hand?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Sir, I have not you by the hand.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Marry, but you shall have; and here's +my hand.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> [<i>Takes his hand.</i>] Now, sir, thought is free: +I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and +let it drink.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your +metaphor?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> It's dry, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, +but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> A dry jest, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Are you full of them?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends: +marry, [<i>Lets go his hand.</i>] now I let go your hand, I +am barren.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary: +When did I see thee so put down?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Never in your life, I think; unless you +see canary put me down: Methinks, sometimes I +have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary +man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and, I believe, +that does harm to my wit.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> No question.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll +ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> <i>Pourquoy</i>, my dear knight?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> What is <i>pourquoy</i>? do, or not do? I +would I had bestow'd that time in the tongues, that +I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: O, +had I but follow'd the arts!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Then hadst thou had an excellent head of +hair.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Why, would that have mended my hair?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Past question; for, thou seest, it will not +curl by nature.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page12" id="page12"></a>[pg 12]</span> +<i>Sir And.</i> But it becomes me well enough, does't +not?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; +and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her +legs, and spin it off.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: +your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four to +one she'll none of me: the duke himself, here hard +by, wooes her.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> She'll none o' the duke; she'll not match +above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; +I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in't, +man.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow +o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in +masques and revels sometimes altogether.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Art thou good at these kick-shaws, knight?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, +under the degree of my betters; and yet I'll not compare +with an old man.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> What is thy excellence in a galliard, +knight?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> 'Faith, I can cut a caper.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> And I can cut the mutton to't.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> And, I think, I have the back-trick, simply +as strong as any man in Illyria.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore +have these gifts a curtain before them? why dost +thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home +in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig. What +dost thou mean? is it a world to hide virtues in?—I +did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it +was form'd under the star of a galliard.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent +well in a flame-colour'd stock. Shall we set about +some revels?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> What shall we do else? were we not born +under Taurus?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page13" id="page13"></a>[pg 13]</span></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Taurus? that's sides and heart.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see +thee caper:—Ha! higher:—Ha, ha!—excellent!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE IV.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Duke Orsino's</span> <i>Palace</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span> <i>in Man's Attire</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Val.</i> If the duke continue these favors towards +you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> You either fear his humour, or my negligence, +that you call in question the continuance of his love: +Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Val.</i> No, believe me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I thank you.—Here comes the duke.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <span class="smcap">Curio</span>, <i>and Gentlemen</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Who saw Cesario, ho?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> On your attendance, my lord; here.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Stand you awhile aloof.—Cesario,<br /> +Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd<br /> +To thee the book even of my secret soul:<br /> +Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;<br /> +Be not denied access, stand at her doors,<br /> +And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,<br /> +Till thou have audience.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Sure, my noble lord,<br /> +If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow<br /> +As it is spoke, she never will admit me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,<br /> +Rather than make unprofited return.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" id="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Say, I do speak with her, my lord. What then?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> O, then unfold the passion of my love.<br /> +Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:<br /> +It shall become thee well to act my woes;<br /> +She will attend it better in thy youth,<br /> +Than in a nuncio of more grave aspéct.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I think not so, my lord.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Dear lad, believe it;<br /> +For they shall yet belie thy happy years,<br /> +That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip<br /> +Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe<br /> +Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound:<br /> +I know, thy constellation is right apt<br /> +For this affair:—Go:—prosper well in this,<br /> +And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,<br /> +To call his fortunes thine.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <span class="smcap">Curio</span>, <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, <i>and Gentlemen</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I'll do my best,<br /> +To woo his lady: yet,—a barful strife!—<br /> +Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE V.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or +I will not open my lips, so wide as a bristle may enter, +in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee +for thy absence.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Let her hang me: he, that is well hang'd in +this world, needs to fear no colours.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" id="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span> +<i>Mar.</i> Make that good.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> He shall see none to fear.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> A good lenten answer: Yet you will be +hang'd, for being so long absent; or, to be turn'd +away; is not that as good as a hanging to you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; +and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Here comes my lady; make your excuse +wisely, you were best.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good +fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do +very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack +thee, may pass for a wise man: For what says Quinapalus? +Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span>, <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>, <i>and two Servants</i>.</p> + +<p>Bless thee, lady!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Take the fool away.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the +lady.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Go to, you're a dry fool: I'll no more of +you; besides, you grow dishonest.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Two faults, madonna, that drink and good +counsel will amend; for, give the dry fool drink, then +is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; +if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he +cannot, let the botcher mend him.—The lady bade +take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her +away.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Sir, I bade them take away you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Misprision in the highest degree!—Lady, <i>Cucullus +non facit monachum</i>; that's as much as to say, I +wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give +me leave to prove you a fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Can you do it?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Dexterously, good madonna.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Make your proof.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" id="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span> +<i>Clo.</i> I must catechize you for it, madonna: Good +my mouse of virtue, answer me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll 'bide +your proof.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Good madonna, why mourn'st thou?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Good fool, for my brother's death.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> I think, his soul is in hell, madonna.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> I know, his soul is in heaven, fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> The more fool you, madonna, to mourn for +your brother's soul being in heaven.—Take away the +fool, gentlemen.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth +he not mend?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death +shake him: Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever +make the better fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Heaven send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for +the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be +sworn, that I am no fox; but he will not pass his +word for two-pence that you are no fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> How say you to that, Malvolio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such +a barren rascal; I saw him put down the other day +with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a +stone.—Look you now, he's out of his guard already: +unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is +gagg'd.—I protest, I take these wise men, that crow +so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' +zanies.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and +taste with a distemper'd appetite. To be generous, +guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those +things for bird-bolts, that you deem cannon-bullets: +There is no slander in an allow'd fool, though he do +nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet +man, though he do nothing but reprove.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for +thou speak'st well of fools!</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page17" id="page17"></a>[pg 17]</span> +<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, +much desires to speak with you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> From the Duke Orsino, is it?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> I know not, madam.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Who of my people hold him in delay?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing +but madman: Fye on him!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p>Go you, Malvolio:—if it be a suit from the duke, I +am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss +it.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>, <i>and two Servants</i>.</p> +<p>Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and +people dislike it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy +eldest son should be a fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>Without.</i>] Where is she? where is she?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Whose skull Jove cram with brains!—for +here he comes, one of thy kin, has a most weak <i>pia +mater</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> By mine honour, half drunk.—What is he at +the gate, uncle?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> A gentleman.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> A gentleman? What gentleman?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> 'Tis a gentleman here,—How now, sot?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Good Sir Toby,——</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Uncle, uncle, how have you come so early by +this lethargy?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Lechery! I defy lechery.—There's one at +the gate.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Ay, marry; what is he?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Let him be the devil, an he will, I care +not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.—A +plague o' these pickle-herrings.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What's a drunken man like, fool?</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page18" id="page18"></a>[pg 18]</span> +<i>Clo.</i> Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman; +one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second +mads him; and a third drowns him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him sit +o' my uncle; for he's in the third degree of drink, +he's drown'd: go, look after him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool +shall look to the madman.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Madam, yond young fellow swears he will +speak with you. I told him you were sick; he takes +on him to understand so much, and therefore comes +to speak with you: I told him you were asleep; he +seems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and +therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be +said to him, lady? he's fortified against any denial.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Tell him, he shall not speak with me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> He has been told so; and, he says, he'll +stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the +supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What kind of man is he?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Why, of man-kind.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What manner of man?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, +will you, or no.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Of what personage, and years, is he?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Not yet old enough for a man, nor young +enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, +or a coddling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with +him e'en standing water, between boy and man. He +is very well-favour'd, and he speaks very shrewishly; +one would think, his mother's milk were scarce out of +him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Let him approach: Call in my gentlewoman.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Gentlewoman, my lady calls.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;"> <img src="images/ill19.png" width="451" height="700" alt="" title="" /></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page19" id="page19"></a>[pg 19]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Give me my veil.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i> <span class="smcap">Maria.</span></p> + +<p>What means his message to me?<br /> +I have denied his access o'er and o'er:<br /> +Then what means this?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>, <i>with a Veil</i>.</p> + +<p>Come, throw it o'er my face;<br /> +We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> The honourable lady of the house, which is +she?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Speak to me, I shall answer for her:—Your +will?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable +beauty,—I pray you, tell me, if this be the lady of +the house, for I never saw her: I would be loth to +cast away my speech; for, besides that it is excellently +well penn'd, I have taken great pains to con it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Whence came you, sir?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I can say little more than I have studied, and +that question's out of my part.—Good gentle one, +give me modest assurance, if you be the lady of the +house.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> If I do not usurp myself, I am.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp +yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours to +reserve.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> I heard you were saucy at my gates; and allow'd +your approach, rather to wonder at you than +to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if you +have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of moon +with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue.—What +are you? what would you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> What I am, and what I would, are to your +ears, divinity; to any other's, profanation.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page20" id="page20"></a>[pg 20]</span></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Give us the place alone: we will hear this +divinity.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p>Now, sir, what is your text?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Most sweet lady,——</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said +of it. Where lies your text?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> In Orsino's bosom.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> To answer by the method, in the first of his +heart.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no +more to say?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Good madam, let me see your face.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Have you any commission from your lord to +negociate with my face? You are now out of your +text: but we will draw the curtain, and show you the +picture. Look you, sir, such a one as I, does this +present.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Unveiling.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white<br /> +Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:<br /> +Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive,<br /> +If you will lead these graces to the grave,<br /> +And leave the world no copy.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> My lord and master loves you; O, such love<br /> +Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd<br /> +The nonpareil of beauty!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> How does he love me?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> With adorations, with fertile tears,<br /> +With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love him:<br /> +He might have took his answer long ago.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> If I did love you in my master's flame,<br /> +With such a suffering, such a deadly life,<br /> +In your denial I would find no sense,<br /> +I would not understand it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Why, what would you?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page21" id="page21"></a>[pg 21]</span></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Make me a willow cabin at your gate,<br /> +And call upon my soul within the house;<br /> +Write loyal cantons of contemned love,<br /> +And sing them loud even in the dead of night;<br /> +Holla your name to the reverberate hills,<br /> +And make the babbling gossip of the air<br /> +Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest<br /> +Between the elements of air and earth,<br /> +But you should pity me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> You might do much:—What is your parentage?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:<br /> +I am a gentleman.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Get you to your lord;<br /> +I cannot love him: let him send no more;<br /> +Unless, perchance, you come to me again,<br /> +To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:<br /> +I thank you for your pains:—Spend this for me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse;<br /> +My master, not myself, lacks recompense.<br /> +Love make his heart of flint, that you shall love;<br /> +And let your fervour, like my master's, be<br /> +Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What is your parentage?<br /> +<i>Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:<br /> +I am a gentleman.</i>——I'll be sworn thou art;<br /> +Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,<br /> +Do give thee five-fold blazon:—Not too fast:—soft! soft!<br /> +Unless the master were the man.—How now?<br /> +Even so quickly may one catch the plague?<br /> +Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections,<br /> +With an invisible and subtle stealth,<br /> +To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.—<br /> +What ho, Malvolio!—</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page22" id="page22"></a>[pg 22]</span> +<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Here, madam, at your service.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Run after that same peevish messenger,<br /> +Orsino's man: he left this ring behind him,<br /> +Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it.<br /> +Desire him not to flatter with his lord,<br /> +Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:<br /> +If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,<br /> +I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Madam, I will.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> I do I know not what; and fear to find<br /> +Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.<br /> +Fate, show thy force: Ourselves we do not owe;<br /> +What is decreed, must be; and be this so!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE VI.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Street before</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span> <i>following</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Sir, sir,—young gentleman: Were not you +even now with the Countess Olivia?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Even now, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> She returns this ring to you, sir; you might +have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. +She adds moreover, that you should put your +lord into a desperate assurance she will none of him: +And one thing more; that you be never so hardy to +come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your +lord's taking of this. Receive it so.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> She took the ring of me!—I'll none of it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and +her will is, it should be so returned.—[<i>Throws the</i> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page23" id="page23"></a>[pg 23]</span> +<i>ring on the ground.</i>] If it be worth stooping for, there +it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> [<i>Takes up the ring.</i>] I left no ring with her: What means this lady?<br /> +Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her!<br /> +She made good view of me; indeed, so much,<br /> +That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her tongue,<br /> +For she did speak in starts distractedly.<br /> +She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion<br /> +Invites me in this churlish messenger.<br /> +None of my lord's ring!—Why, he sent her none.<br /> +I am the man;—If it be so, (as 'tis,)<br /> +Poor lady! She were better love a dream.<br /> +What will become of this? As I am man,<br /> +My state is desperate for my master's love;<br /> +As I am woman,—now alas the day!—<br /> +What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!<br /> +O time, thou must entangle this, not I;<br /> +It is too hard a knot for me to untie.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<h2>ACT THE SECOND.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE I.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Sea-port.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sebastian</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not, +that I go with you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page24" id="page24"></a>[pg 24]</span> +<i>Seb.</i> By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly +over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, +distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your +leave, that I may bear my evils alone: It were a bad +recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> O, good Antonio, pardon me your trouble.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Let me yet know of you, whither you are +bound.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is +mere extravagancy.—But I perceive in you so excellent +a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from +me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges +me in manners the rather to express myself.—You +must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, +which I called Rodorigo; my father was that +Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard +of: He left behind him, myself, and a sister, both +born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, +'would we had so ended! But you, sir, altered that; +for, some hour before you took me from the breach +of the sea, was my sister drowned.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Alas, the day!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled +me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: +but, though I could not overfar believe that, yet thus +far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that +envy could not but call fair. [<i>He weeps.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> If you will not murder me for my love, let me +be your servant.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> If you will not undo what you have done, that +is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. +Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness; +and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that, +upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell +tales of me. I am bound to the Duke Orsino's court, +farewell.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page25" id="page25"></a>[pg 25]</span> +<i>Ant.</i> The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Fare ye well.<span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE II.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Dining-room in</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span> <i>discovered, drinking and +smoking</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after +midnight, is to be up betimes; and <i>diluculo surgere</i>, +thou know'st,——</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I +know, to be up late, is to be up late.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> A false conclusion; I hate it as an unfill'd +can: To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, +is early; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to +go to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the +four elements?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather +consists of eating and drinking.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and +drink.—Maria, I say!——a stoop of wine!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span> <i>sings without</i>.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>rise</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Here comes the fool, i'faith.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> How now, my hearts? Did you never see the +picture of we three?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Welcome, ass.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I had rather than forty shillings I had +such a leg; and so sweet a voice to sing, as the fool +has.—In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last +night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians +passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page26" id="page26"></a>[pg 26]</span> +good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman: +Hadst it?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's +nose is no whipstock: My lady has a white hand, and +the Myrmidons are no bottle ale-houses.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, +when all is done. Now, a song.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come on: Shall we rouse the night-owl in +a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver? +Shall we do that?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> An you love me, let's do 't: I am dog at +a catch.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Begin, fool: it begins,—[<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Hold +thy peace.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Hold my peace!—I shall never begin, if I +hold my peace.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Good, i'faith!—Come, begin:—that, or +something else,—or what you will.</p> + +<p class="indent">[<i>They all three sing.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Christmas comes but once a year,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>And therefore we'll be merry.</i></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> What a catterwauling do you keep here! If +my lady have not called up her steward, Malvolio, +and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> My lady's a Cataian; we are politicians. +Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsay:—[<i>Sings.</i>]—<i>And three +merry men be we.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>And three merry men be we.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Am I not consanguineous? Am I not of +her blood? Tilly-valley, lady!—[<i>Sings.</i>]—<i>There dwelt +a man in Babylon, lady, lady!</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> [<i>Sings</i>] <i>Lady</i>,——</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page27" id="page27"></a>[pg 27]</span> +<i>Sir And.</i> Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, +and so do I too; he does it with a better grace, +but I do it more natural. [<i>Sings</i>.] <i>Lady</i>,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Let us have another.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>They all three sing and dance.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Which is the properest day to drink?</i> +</span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>Saturday,—Sunday,—Monday,—</i></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> For the love of heaven, peace.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>, <i>in a Gown and Cap, with a Light</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> My masters, are you mad? or what are you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Monday</i>,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but +to gabble like tinkers at this time of night?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Saturday</i>,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Is there no respect of place, persons, nor +time, in you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> We did keep time, sir, in our catches. +Sneck up!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My +lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you +as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. +If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, +you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would +please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to +bid you farewell.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Farewell, dear heart, since I must +needs be gone.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Nay, good Sir Toby.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>His eyes do show his days are almost +done.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Is't even so?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>But I will never die.</i></p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Falls on the floor.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Sir Toby,—O, Sir Toby,—there you +lie.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page28" id="page28"></a>[pg 28]</span> +<i>Mal.</i> This is much credit to you.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Clown</span> <i>raises</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>You lie.</i>—Art any more than a +steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, +there shall be no more cakes and ale?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot +i' the mouth too.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Thou'rt i' the right.—Go, sir, rub your +chain with crums:—A stoop of wine, Maria!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour +at any thing more than contempt, you would not +give means for this uncivil rule: She shall know of +it, by this hand.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>, <i>followed by the</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>, <i>mocking +him</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Go shake your ears.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when +a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and +then to break promise with him, and make a fool of +him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge: +or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of +mouth.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night; +since the youth of the Duke's was to-day with my +lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, +let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into +a nayword, and make him a common recreation, +do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my +bed: I know, I can do it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Possess us, possess us; tell us something +of him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a +dog.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> What, for being a Puritan? Thy exquisite +reason, dear knight?</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page29" id="page29"></a>[pg 29]</span> +<i>Sir And.</i> I have no exquisite reason for't, but I +have reason good enough.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing +constantly but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass; +so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is +his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love +him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find +notable cause to work.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> What wilt thou do?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> I will drop in his way some obscure epistles +of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the +shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure +of his eye, he shall find himself most feelingly +personated: I can write very like my lady, your +niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction +of our hands.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Excellent! I smell a device.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I have't in my nose too.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> He shall think, by the letters that thou +wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that +she is in love with him?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> O, 'twill be admirable.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Sport royal, I warrant you. I will plant +you two, and let Fabian make a third, where he shall +find the letter; observe his construction of it. For +this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Good night, Penthesilea.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Before me, she's a good wench.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> She's a beagle, true bred, and one that +adores me; What o' that?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I was adored once too.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Let's to bed, knight.—Thou hadst need +send for more money.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> If I cannot recover your niece, I am a +foul way out.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Send for money, knight; if thou hast her +not i' the end, call me Cut.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page30" id="page30"></a>[pg 30]</span> +<i>Sir And.</i> If I do not, never trust me, take it how +you will.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'tis +too late to go to bed now.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I'll call you Cut.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come, knight,—come, knight.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I'll call you Cut.<span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE III.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Hall in</i> <span class="smcap">Duke Orsino's</span> <i>Palace</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Duke.</i> Come hither, boy:—If ever thou shalt love,<br /> +In the sweet pangs of it, remember me:<br /> +For, such as I am, all true lovers are.—<br /> +My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye<br /> +Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves;<br /> +Hath it not, boy?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> A little, by your favour.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> What kind of woman is't?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Of your complexion.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> She is not worth thee then. What years, i' faith?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> About your years, my lord.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Too old, by heaven.—Once more, Cesario,<br /> +Get thee to yon same sovereign cruelty:<br /> +Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,<br /> +Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;<br /> +The parts that fortune hath bestowed upon her,<br /> +Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;<br /> +But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,<br /> +That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> But, if she cannot love you, sir?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> I cannot be so answered.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page31" id="page31"></a>[pg 31]</span></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Sooth, but you must.<br /> +Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,<br /> +Hath for your love as great a pang of heart<br /> +As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;<br /> +You tell her so: Must she not then be answered?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> There is no woman's sides,<br /> +Can bide the beating of so strong a passion<br /> +As love doth give my heart:—make no compare<br /> +Between that love a woman can bear me,<br /> +And that I owe Olivia.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Ay, but I know,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> What dost thou know?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Too well what love women to men may owe:<br /> +In faith, they are as true of heart as we.<br /> +My father had a daughter loved a man,<br /> +As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,<br /> +I should your lordship.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> And what's her history?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> A blank, my lord: She never told her love,<br /> +But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,<br /> +Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;<br /> +And, with a green and yellow melancholy,<br /> +She sat like patience on a monument,<br /> +Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?<br /> +We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,<br /> +Our shows are more than will, for still we prove<br /> +Much in our vows, but little in our love.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> But died thy sister of her love, my boy?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I am all the daughters of my father's house,<br /> +And all the brothers too.—<br /> +Sir, shall I to this lady?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Ay, that's the theme.<br /> +To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,<br /> +My love can give no place, bide no denay.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page32" id="page32"></a>[pg 32]</span></p> + +<h2>ACT THE THIRD.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE I.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>Garden</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>, <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this +sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Would'st thou not be glad to have the +niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable +shame?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> I would exult, man: you know, he brought +me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting +here.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> To anger him, we'll have the bear again; +and we will fool him black and blue:—Shall we not, +Sir Andrew?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> An we do not, it is pity of our lives.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>, <i>with a Letter</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Here comes the little villain:—How now, +my nettle of India?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Get ye all three behind yon clump: Malvolio's +coming down this walk; he has been yonder +i' the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page33" id="page33"></a>[pg 33]</span> +this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; +for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative +idiot of him.—Close, in the name of jesting! [<i>The +men hide themselves.</i>]—Lie thou there; [<i>Throws down +a letter.</i>] for here comes the trout that must be caught +with tickling.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once +told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herself +come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be +one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a +more exalted respect, than any one else that follows +her. What should I think on't?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Here's an over-weening rogue!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of +him; how he jets under his advanced plumes!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> To be Count Malvolio;—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Ah, rogue!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Pistol him, pistol him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Peace, peace!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> There is example for't; the lady of the +strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Fie on him, Jezebel!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Now he's deeply in; look, how imagination +blows him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Having been three months married to her, +sitting in my state,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the +eye!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Calling my officers about me, in my branched +velvet gown;—having come from a day-bed, where +I left Olivia sleeping;—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Fire and brimstone!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> O peace, peace!</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page34" id="page34"></a>[pg 34]</span> +<i>Mal.</i> And then to have the humour of state: and +after a demure travel of regard,—telling them, I +know my place, as I would they should do theirs,—to +ask for my kinsman Toby:—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Bolts and shackles!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Seven of my people, with an obedient start, +make out for him: I frown the while; and, perchance, +wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. +Toby approaches: courtsies there to me:—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Shall this fellow live?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Though our silence be drawn from us with +cars, yet peace.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> I extend my hand to him thus, quenching +my familiar smile with an austere regard of control—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> And does not Toby take you a blow o' the +lips then?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Saying, <i>Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast +me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech</i>:—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> What, what?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>You must amend your drunkenness.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Out, scab!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our +plot.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>Besides, you waste the treasure of your time +with a foolish knight</i>;—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> That's me, I warrant you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>One Sir Andrew</i>:—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me +fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> What employment have we here?</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Taking up the letter.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Now is the woodcock near the gin.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> O peace! an the spirit of humours intimate +reading aloud to him,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be +her very <i>C's</i>, her <i>U's</i>, and her <i>T's</i>; and thus makes +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page35" id="page35"></a>[pg 35]</span> +she her great <i>P's</i>. It is, in contempt of question, her +hand.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Her <i>C's</i>, her <i>U's</i>, and her <i>T's</i>: Why +that?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>To the unknown beloved, this, and +my good wishes</i>: her very phrases!—By your leave, +wax.—Soft!—and the impressure her Lucrece, with +which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady: To whom +should this be? [<i>Opens the letter.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> This wins him, liver and all.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>Jove knows, I love:</i></span><br /> +<span class="i4"><i>But who?</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>Lips do not move,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>No man must know.</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>No man must know.</i>—If this should be thee, Malvolio?</span><br /> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Marry, hang thee, brock!</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>I may command, where I adore:</i></span><br /> +<span class="i4"><i>But silence, like a Lucrece knife,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;</i></span><br /> +<span class="i4"><i>M,O,A,I, doth sway my life</i>.</span><br /> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> A fustian riddle!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Excellent wench, say I.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> M,O,A,I, <i>doth sway my life</i>.—Nay, but first, +let me see,—let me see,—let me see.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> What a dish of poison has she dressed him!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> And with what wing the stanniel checks +at it!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>I may command where I adore.</i> Why, she +may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. +Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is +no obstruction in this:—And the end,—What should +that alphabetical position portend? If I could make +that resemble something in me.—Softly!—M,O,A,I.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> O, ay! make up that:—he is now at a +cold scent.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>M</i>,—Malvolio;—<i>M</i>,—why, that begins my +name.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page36" id="page36"></a>[pg 36]</span> +<i>Fab.</i> I thought he would work it out: the cur is +excellent at faults.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>M</i>,—But then there is no consonancy in the +sequel; that suffers under probation: <i>A</i> should follow, +but <i>O</i> does.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> And <i>O</i> shall end, I hope.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him +cry, <i>O</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> And then <i>I</i> comes behind.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you +might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes +before you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>M</i>,<i>O</i>,<i>A</i>,<i>I</i>;—This simulation is not as the +former:—and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow +to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. +Soft; here follows prose.—[<i>Reads. If this fall into +thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but +be not afraid of greatness: Some are born great, some +achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon +them. To enure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast +thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with +a kinsman, surly with servants. She thus advises thee, +that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow +stockings; and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered: +I say, remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou +desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, +the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's +fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with +thee. The fortunate-unhappy.</i> +Day-light and champian discovers not more: this is +open. I will be proud, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will +wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, +the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination +jade me; for every reason excites to this, that +my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow +stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered:—I +thank my stars, I am happy. I will be +strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page37" id="page37"></a>[pg 37]</span> +even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and +my stars be praised!—Here is yet a postscript—[<i>Reads.</i>] +<i>Thou canst not choose but know who I am. +If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; +thy smiles become thee well: therefore in my presence still +smile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee.</i> Jove, I thank thee. +I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have +me.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="center">[<i>They advance from behind the Trees.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Omnes.</i> Ha! ha! ha!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> I will not give my part of this sport for a pension +of thousands to be paid from the sophy.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> I could marry this wench for this device.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> So could I too.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> And ask no other dowry with her, but such +another jest.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Nor I neither.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Here comes my noble gull-catcher.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Or o' mine either?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Shall I become thy bond-slave?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Or I either?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, +that when the image of it leaves him, he must run +mad.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> If you will then see the fruits of the sport, +mark his first approach before my lady: he will come +to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; +and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and +he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable +to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page38" id="page38"></a>[pg 38]</span> +as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable +contempt: if you will see it, follow me.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent +devil of wit.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I'll make one too.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> And I.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Omnes.</i> Huzza! huzza! huzza!<span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE II.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A public Square.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sebastian</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Seb.</i> I would not, by my will, have troubled you;<br /> +But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,<br /> +I will no further chide you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> I could not stay behind you; my desire,<br /> +More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;<br /> +I fear'd besides what might befall your travel,<br /> +Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,<br /> +Unguided, and unfriended, often prove<br /> +Rough and unhospitable: My willing love,<br /> +The rather by these arguments of doubt,<br /> +Set forth in your pursuit.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> My kind Antonio,<br /> +I can no other answer make, but thanks,<br /> +And thanks, and ever thanks.—What is to do?<br /> +Shall we go see the reliques of this town?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodging.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;<br /> +I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes<br /> +With the memorials, and the things of fame,<br /> +That do renown this city.</p> + +<p class="indent"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page39" id="page39"></a>[pg 39]</span><i>Ant.</i> 'Would, you'd pardon me;<br /> +I do not without danger walk these streets:<br /> +Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst Orsino's gallies,<br /> +I did some service; of such note indeed,<br /> +That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answered.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Do not then walk too open.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> It doth not fit me.—Hold, sir, here's my purse;<br /> +In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,<br /> +Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,<br /> +Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge,<br /> +With viewing of the town; there shall you have me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Why I your purse?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy<br /> +You have desire to purchase; and your store,<br /> +I think, is not for idle markets, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for +an hour.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> To the Elephant.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> I do remember.<span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE III.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>Garden</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>, <i>playing on a Tabor, and</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost thou +live by thy tabor?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> No, sir, I live by the church.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Art thou a churchman?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; +for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand +by the church.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page40" id="page40"></a>[pg 40]</span><i>Clo.</i> No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: +she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and +fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, +the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, not +her fool, but her corrupter of words.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I saw thee late at the Duke Orsino's.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the +sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, +but the fool should be as oft with your master, as +with my mistress: I think, I saw your wisdom there.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with +thee. Hold, there's expences for thee.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Gives him money.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Now, Jove, in his next commodity of hair, +send thee a beard!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick +for one.—Is thy lady within?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Yes, being kept together, and put to use.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, +to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I understand you, sir: [<i>Gives him more money.</i>] +'tis well begged.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> My lady is within, sir. I will construe to +them whence you came: who you are, and what you +would, are out of my welkin: I might say, element; +but the word is over-worn.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;<br /> +And to do that well, craves a kind of wit:<br /> +He must observe their mood on whom he jests,<br /> +The quality of persons, and the time;<br /> +And, like the haggard, check at every feather<br /> +That comes before his eye. This is a practice,<br /> +As full of labour as a wise man's art.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Save you, gentleman.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page41" id="page41"></a>[pg 41]</span> +<i>Vio.</i> And you, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> My niece is desirous you should enter, if +your trade be to her.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is +the list of my voyage.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> My legs do better understand me, sir, than I +understand what you mean by bidding me taste my +legs.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> I mean,—to go, sir, to enter.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I will answer you with gait and entrance: But +we are prevented.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent">Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain +odours on you!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> That youth's a rare courtier!—<i>Rain +odours!</i>—well.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your +own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> <i>Odours</i>, <i>pregnant</i>, and <i>vouchsafed</i>!—I'll +get 'em all three ready.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Leave me to my hearing.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> <i>Odours—pregnant—vouchsafed.</i></p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Give me your hand, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> My duty, madam, and most humble service.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What is your name?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world,<br /> +Since lowly feigning was called compliment:<br /> +You are servant to the Duke Orsino, youth.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> And he is yours, and his must needs be yours;<br /> +Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,<br /> +'Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me!</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page42" id="page42"></a>[pg 42]</span> +<i>Vio.</i> Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts on his behalf:—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> O, by your leave, I pray you;<br /> +I bade you never speak again of him:<br /> +But, would you undertake another suit,<br /> +I had rather hear you to solicit that,<br /> +Than music from the spheres.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Dear lady,——</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send,<br /> +After the last enchantment you did here,<br /> +A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse<br /> +Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you:<br /> +Under your hard construction must I sit,<br /> +To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,<br /> +Which you knew none of yours: What might you think?<br /> +Have you not set mine honour at the stake,<br /> +And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts<br /> +That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving<br /> +Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom,<br /> +Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I pity you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> That's a degree to love.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar proof,<br /> +That very oft we pity enemies.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again:<br /> +O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Clock strikes.</i></p> + +<p>The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.—<br /> +Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:<br /> +And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,<br /> +Your wife is like to reap a proper man:<br /> +There lies your way, due west.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Then westward-hoe:<br /> +Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship!<br /> +You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Stay:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page43" id="page43"></a>[pg 43]</span> +I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> That you do think, you are not what you are.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> If I think so, I think the same of you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Then think you right; I am not what I am.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> I would, you were as I would have you be!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Would it be better, madam, than I am,<br /> +I wish it might; for now I am your fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful<br /> +In the contempt and anger of his lip!<br /> +Cesario, by the roses of the spring,<br /> +By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,<br /> +I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,<br /> +Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> By innocence, I swear, and by my youth.<br /> +I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,<br /> +And that no woman has; nor never none<br /> +Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.<br /> +And so adieu, good madam; never more<br /> +Will I my master's tears to you deplore.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, may'st move<br /> +That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE IV.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>, <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Marry, I saw your niece do more favours +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page44" id="page44"></a>[pg 44]</span> +to the Count's serving man, than ever she bestowed +upon me; I saw't this moment in the garden.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell +me that.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> As plain as I see you now.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> This was a great argument of love in her toward +you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths +of judgment and reason.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> And they have been grand jury-men, since +before Noah was a sailor.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> She did show favour to the youth in your +sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse +valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your +liver: you should then have accosted her; and with +some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should +have bang'd the youth into dumbness. This was look'd +for at your hand, and this was baulk'd: the double +gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you +are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion: +where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's +beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, +either of valour or policy.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> An it be any way, it must be with valour; +for policy I hate.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the +basis of valour. Challenge me the Count's youth to +fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece +shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no +love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's +commendation with woman, than report of valour.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Will either of you bear me a challenge +to him?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Go write it in a martial hand; be curst +and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, +and full of invention: taunt him with the license +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page45" id="page45"></a>[pg 45]</span> +of ink: if thou <i>thou'st</i> him some thrice, it shall +not be amiss; and as many <i>lies</i> as will lie in thy +sheet of paper; although the sheet were big enough +for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go, +about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though +thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: About it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Where shall I find you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> We'll call thee at the <i>cubiculo:</i> Go.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> I have been dear to him, lad; some two +thousand strong, or so.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> We shall have a rare letter from him: but +you'll not deliver it?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Never trust me then; and by all means +stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and +wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, +if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his +liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of +the anatomy.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage +no great presage of cruelty.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Look, where the youngest wren of nine +comes.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves +into stitches, follow me: yon gull Malvolio is +turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no +Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, +can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. +He's in yellow stockings.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> And cross-gartered?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps +a school i' the church.—I have dogg'd him, like his +murderer: He does obey every point of the letter that +I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page46" id="page46"></a>[pg 46]</span> +more lines, than are in a map: you have not seen +such a thing as 'tis.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come, bring us, bring us where he is.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<h2>ACT THE FOURTH.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE 1.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> I have sent after him:—He says, he'll come.<br /> +How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?<br /> +I speak too loud.——<br /> +Where is Malvolio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> He's coming, madam;<br /> +But in strange manner. He is sure possessed.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Why, what's the matter? does he rave?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> No, madam,<br /> +He does nothing but smile: your ladyship<br /> +Were best have guard about you, if he come;<br /> +For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Go call him hither.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p>I'm as mad as he,<br /> +If sad and merry madness equal be.—</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>, <i>in yellow Stockings, cross-garter'd, +and</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p>How now, Malvolio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page47" id="page47"></a>[pg 47]</span> +<i>Mal.</i> Sweet lady, ho, ho.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Smiles fantastically.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Smilest thou?<br /> +I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make +some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering: +But what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is +with me as the very true sonnet is: <i>Please one, and +please all</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter +with thee?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Not black in my mind, though yellow in my +legs.—It did come to his hands, and commands shall +be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman +hand.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> To bed!—Ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come to +thee.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Heaven comfort thee! Why dost thou smile +so, and kiss thy hand so oft?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> How do you, Malvolio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> At your request? Yes; Nightingales answer +daws.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness +before my lady?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>Be not afraid of greatness</i>:—'Twas well writ.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>Some are born great</i>,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Ha?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>Some achieve greatness</i>,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What say'st thou?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i> And some have greatness thrust upon them.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Heaven restore thee!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>Remember who commended thy yellow stockings</i>;—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Thy yellow stockings?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal</i> <i>And wished to see thee cross-garter'd.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Cross-garter'd?</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page48" id="page48"></a>[pg 48]</span> +<i>Mal.</i> <i>Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be +so</i>;—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Am I made?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> <i>If not, let me see thee a servant still.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Why, this is very Midsummer madness.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke +Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: +he attends your ladyship's pleasure.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow +be look'd to.—Call my uncle Toby.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p>Let some of my people have a special care of him; I +would not have him miscarry for the half of my +dowry.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Oh, ho! do you come near me now? No +worse man than Sir Toby to look to me? She sends +him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; +for she incites me to that in the letter. I have limed +her.—And, when she went away now, <i>Let this fellow +be looked to</i>:—Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my +degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together.—Well, +Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is +to be thanked.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>Without</i>] Which way is he, in the name +of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, +and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to +him.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>, <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Here he is, here he is:—How is't with you, +sir? how is't with you, man?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Go off, I discard you; let me enjoy my private; +go off.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page49" id="page49"></a>[pg 49]</span> +did not I tell you?—Sir Toby, my lady prays you to +have a care of him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Ah, ha! does she so?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Go to, go to; we must deal gently with +him. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? +What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy +to mankind.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Do you know what you say?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how +he takes it at heart! Pray, heaven, he be not bewitch'd.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Carry his water to the wise woman.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; do you not see, +you move him? let me alone with him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the +fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Why, how now, my bawcock? how dost +thou, chuck?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Sir?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Ay, Biddy, come with me.—What, man! +'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: +Hang him, foul collier!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Get him to say his prayers, Sir Toby.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> My prayers, minx?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> No, I warrant you, he'll not hear of godliness.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow +things: I am not of your element; you shall +know more hereafter. Begone. Ha! ha! ha!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Omnes.</i> Ha! ha! ha!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Is't possible?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> If this were played upon a stage now, I could +condemn it as an improbable fiction.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> His very genius hath taken the infection +of the device, man.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take +air, and taint.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page50" id="page50"></a>[pg 50]</span> +<i>Fab.</i> Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> The house will be the quieter.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and +bound.—Follow him, and let him not from thy sight.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p>But see, but see.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> More matter for a May morning.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>, <i>with a Letter</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Here's the challenge, read it; I warrant, +there's vinegar and pepper in't.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Is't so saucy?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Give me.—[<i>Reads.</i>] <i>Youth, whatsoever +thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Good and valiant.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> <i>Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why +I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> A good note; that keeps you from the blow +of the law.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> <i>Thou comest to the Lady Olivia, and in my +sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat, +that is not the matter I challenge thee for.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> <i>I will way-lay thee going home; where if it +be thy chance to kill me</i>,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Good.</p> + +<p class="indent">Sir To. <i>Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: +Good.</p> + +<p class="indent">Sir To. <i>Fare thee well; and heaven have mercy upon +one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; +but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, +as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy</i>, <span class="smcap">Andrew +Aguecheek</span>.—If this letter move him not, his legs +cannot: I'll give't him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> You may have very fit occasion for't; he is +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page51" id="page51"></a>[pg 51]</span> +now in some commerce with my lady, and will by +and by depart.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for him at the +corner of the garden, like a bum-bailiff; so soon as +ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou draw'st, swear +horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, +with a swaggering accent sharply twang'd off, gives +manhood more approbation than ever proof itself +would have earned him. Away.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Nay, let me alone for swearing.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Now will not I deliver his letter: for the +behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to +be of good capacity and breeding; therefore this letter, +being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror +in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. +But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word +of mouth; set upon Ague-cheek a notable report of +valour; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his +youth will aptly receive it,) into a most hideous opinion +of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This +will so fright them both, that they will kill one another +by the look, like cockatrices.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Here he comes with your niece: give them +way, till he take leave, and presently after him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> I will meditate the while upon some horrid +message for a challenge.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> I have said too much unto a heart of stone,<br /> +And laid mine honour too unchary out:<br /> +There's something in me, that reproves my fault;<br /> +But such a headstrong potent fault it is,<br /> +That it but mocks reproof.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> With the same 'haviour that your passion bears,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page52" id="page52"></a>[pg 52]</span> +Go on my master's griefs.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;<br /> +Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:<br /> +And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.<br /> +What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny;<br /> +That honour, saved, may upon asking give?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Nothing but this, your true love for my master.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> How with mine honour may I give him that<br /> +Which I have given to you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I will acquit you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee well!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Gentleman, heaven save thee.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> And you, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: +of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I +know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloody +as the hunter, attends thee: dismount thy tuck, be +yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, +skilful, and deadly.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath any +quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and +clear from any image of offence done to any man.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: +therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake +you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him +what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish +man withal.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I pray you, sir, what is he?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> He is knight, dubb'd with unhack'd rapier, +and on carpet consideration: but he is a devil in private +brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; +and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, +that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page53" id="page53"></a>[pg 53]</span> +and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give 't or +take 't.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I will return, and desire some conduct of the +lady. I am no fighter.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Back you shall not, unless you undertake +that with me, which with as much safety you might +answer him: therefore, on; or strip your sword stark +naked, (for meddle you must, that's certain,) or forswear +to wear iron about you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, +do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight +what my offence to him is; it is something of my negligence, +nothing of my purpose.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by +this gentleman till my return.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> 'Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> I know, the knight is incensed against you, +even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance +more.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I beseech you, what manner of man is he?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read +him by his form, as you are like to find him in the +proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, +bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly +have found in any part of Illyria: Will you +walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, +if I can.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, +that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: +I care not who knows so much of my mettle.</p> + +<p class="indent">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page54" id="page54"></a>[pg 54]</span> +SCENE II.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>Garden</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>, <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>, <i>in a great fright</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Why, man, he's a very devil;—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Oh!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> I have not seen such a virago. I had a +pass with him,—rapier, scabbard, and all,—and he +gives me the stuck-in,——</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Oh!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> With such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable: +they say, he has been fencer to the Sophy.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Plague on't, I'll not meddle with him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian +can scarce hold him yonder.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Plague on't; an I thought he had been +valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him +damn'd ere I had challenged him. Let him let the +matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> I'll make the motion: Stand here, make a +good show on't.—[<i>Aside.</i>] Marry, I'll ride your +horse as well as I ride you.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p> + +<p>I have his horse [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.] to take up the quarrel; +I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>.] He is as horribly conceited of +him; and pants, as if a bear were at his heels.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.] There's no remedy, sir; he +will fight with you for his oath sake: marry, he hath +better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that +now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page55" id="page55"></a>[pg 55]</span> +for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will +not hurt you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> [<i>Draws her Sword.</i>] Pray heaven defend me!—[<i>Aside.</i>] +A little thing would make me tell them +how much I lack of a man.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.] Give ground, if you see him +furious.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; +the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one +bout with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it: but +he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, +he will not hurt you. Come on; to 't.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> [<i>Draws.</i>] Pray heaven, he keep his oath!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I do assure you, 'tis against my will.</p> + +<p class="center">[<i>They fight.</i>—<span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span> <i>urge on</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>who runs between</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Put up your sword;—If this young gentleman<br /> +Have done offence, I take the fault on me;<br /> +If you offend him, I for him defy you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> You, sir? Why, what are you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> [<i>Draws.</i>] One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more<br /> +Than you have heard him brag to you he will.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>Draws.</i>] Nay, if you be an undertaker, I +am for you.</p> + +<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span> <i>fight</i>.]</p> + +<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span> <i>hides himself behind the Trees</i>.—<span class="smcap">Viola</span> +<i>retires a little</i>.]</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> [<i>Parts them.</i>] O good Sir Toby, hold; here +come the officers.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.] I'll be with you anon. [<span class="smcap">Antonio</span> +<i>shows great alarm</i>—<span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>sheathes his sword</i>.]— +Sir knight,—Sir Andrew,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page56" id="page56"></a>[pg 56]</span> +<i>Sir And.</i> Here I am.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> What, man!—Come on. [<i>Brings</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span> +<i>forward</i>.]</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> [<i>Advances.</i>] 'Pray, sir, [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.] put +up your sword, if you please.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Marry, will I, sir;—and, for that I promised +you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear +you easily, and reins well.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter two Officers of Justice.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>1 Off.</i> This is the man; do thy office.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>2 Off.</i> Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit<br /> +Of Duke Orsino.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> You do mistake me, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>1 Off.</i> No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well.—<br /> +Take him away; he knows, I know him well.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> I must obey.—This comes with seeking you;<br /> +But there's no remedy.<br /> +Now my necessity<br /> +Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me<br /> +Much more, for what I cannot do for you,<br /> +Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed;<br /> +But be of comfort.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>1 Off.</i> Come, sir, away.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> I must entreat of you some of that money.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> What money, sir?<br /> +For the fair kindness you have showed me here,<br /> +And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,<br /> +Out of my lean and low ability<br /> +I'll lend you something: my having is not much;<br /> +I'll make division of my present with you;<br /> +Hold, there is half my coffer.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Will you deny me now?<br /> +Is't possible, that my deserts to you<br /> +Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery;<br /> +Lest that it make me so unsound a man,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page57" id="page57"></a>[pg 57]</span> +As to upbraid you with those kindnesses<br /> +That I have done for you.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> I know of none;<br /> +Nor know I you by voice, or any feature.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> O heavens themselves!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>1 Off.</i> Come, sir, I pray you, go.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here,<br /> +I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;<br /> +And to his image, which, methought, did promise<br /> +Most venerable worth, did I devotion.<br /> +But, O, how vile an idol proves this god!—<br /> +Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.—<br /> +In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;<br /> +None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind:<br /> +Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil<br /> +Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span> <i>and Officers</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>They retire together.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> He named Sebastian; I my brother know<br /> +Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,<br /> +In favour was my brother; and he went<br /> +Still in this fashion, colour, ornament;<br /> +For him I imitate: O, if it prove,<br /> +Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p> + +<p class="center">[<i>They advance.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a +coward than a hare; his dishonesty appears, in leaving +his friend here in necessity, and denying him; +and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> A coward, a most devout coward, religious +in it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Do, cuff him soundly;—but never draw +thy sword.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> An I do not!—</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page58" id="page58"></a>[pg 58]</span> +SCENE III.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>The Street before</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sebastian</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Will you make me believe, that I am not +sent for you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; +Let me be clear of thee.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know +you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid +you come speak with her; nor your name is not Cesario; +nor this is not my nose neither:—Nothing, +that is so, is so.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else;—Thou +know'st not me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Vent my folly! He has heard that word of +some great man, and now applies it to a fool.—I +pr'ythee, tell me what I shall vent to my lady; +Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; +There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, +I shall give worse payment.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> By my troth, thou hast an open hand:— +These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves +a good report after fourteen years' purchase.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Now, sir, have I met you again? There's +for you.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Striking</i> <span class="smcap">Sebastian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page59" id="page59"></a>[pg 59]</span> +<i>Seb.</i> [<i>Draws his sword.</i>] Why, there's for thee, +and there, and there:—Are all the people mad?</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Beating</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er +the house.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> This will I tell my lady straight—I would +not be in some of your coats for two-pence.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come on, sir; hold. [<i>Holding</i> <span class="smcap">Sebastian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Nay, let him alone. I'll go another way +to work with him; I'll have an action of battery +against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I +struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Let go thy hand.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, +my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well +flesh'd; come on.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> [<i>Disengages himself.</i>] I will be free from thee.<br /> + —What would'st thou now?<br /> +If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> What, what?—[<i>Draws.</i>]—Nay, then I +must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood +from you.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>They fight.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span>, <i>and two Servants</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Hold, good Sir Toby, hold:—my lady here!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Madam?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,<br /> +Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,<br /> +Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!<br /> +Be not offended, dear Cesario:——<br /> +Rudesby, be gone!—</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page60" id="page60"></a>[pg 60]</span> +<i>Sir To.</i> Come along, knight.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> And you, sir, follow him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Oh, oh!—Sir Toby,—</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> I pr'ythee, gentle friend,<br /> +Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway<br /> +In this uncivil and unjust extent<br /> +Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;<br /> +And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks<br /> +This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby<br /> +May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go;<br /> +Do not deny.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> What relish is in this? how runs the stream?<br /> +Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:—<br /> +Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;<br /> +If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would thou'dst be ruled by me!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Madam, I will.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> O, say so, and so be!<span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE IV.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>A Gallery in</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>, <i>with a black Gown and Hood, and</i> +<span class="smcap">Clown</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown and hood; +make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do +it quickly: I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page61" id="page61"></a>[pg 61]</span> +<i>Clo.</i> Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself +in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled +in such a gown.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Jove bless thee, master parson.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> <i>Bonos dies</i>, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit +of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily +said to a niece of King Gorboduc, <i>That, that is, is</i>; +so I, being master parson, am master parson: For +what is that, but that? and is, but is?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> To him, Sir Topas.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> [<i>Opens the door of an inner Room</i>] What, hoa, +I say,—Peace in this prison!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> The knave counterfeits well; a good +knave.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> [<i>In the inner Room.</i>] Who calls there?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit +Malvolio the lunatic.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to +my lady.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this +man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Well said, master parson.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong'd; +good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have +bound me, hand and foot, and laid me here in hideous +darkness.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Say'st thou, that house is dark?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> As hell, Sir Topas.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, +but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, +than the Egyptians in their fog.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> I say this house is as dark as ignorance, +though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, +there was never man thus abused: I am no more mad +than you are; make the trial of it in any constant +question.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page62" id="page62"></a>[pg 62]</span> +<i>Clo.</i> What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning +wild-fowl?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> That the soul of our grandam might haply +inhabit a bird.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> What thinkest thou of his opinion?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve +his opinion.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Fare thee well: Remain thou still in darkness: +thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere +I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, +lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare +thee well.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Sir Topas, Sir Topas,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> My most exquisite Sir Topas,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Nay, I am for all waters. [<i>Takes off the gown +and hood, and gives them to</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.]</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mar.</i> Thou might'st have done this without thy +hood and gown; he sees thee not.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> To him in thine own voice, and bring us +word how thou find'st him: Come by and by to my +chamber.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maria</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Hey Robin, jolly Robin,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>Tell me how thy lady does.</i></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Fool,—fool,—good fool,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Who calls, ha?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> As ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, +help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I +am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee +for't.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Master Malvolio!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal</i>. Ay, good fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Fool, there was never man so notoriously +abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> But as well! then you are mad, indeed, if +you be no better in your wits than a fool.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and +convey what I will set down to my lady; it shall advantage +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page63" id="page63"></a>[pg 63]</span> +thee more than ever the bearing of letter +did.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> I will help you to't. But tell me true, are +you not mad, indeed? or do you but counterfeit?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see +his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and +ink.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree. I +pr'ythee, be gone.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> [<i>Shuts the door of the inner Room, and sings.</i>]</span><br /> +<span class="i4"><i>I am gone, sir,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i4"><i>And anon, sir,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>I'll be with you again, &c.</i></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE V.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>Garden</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sebastian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> This is the air; that is the glorious sun;<br /> +This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't:<br /> +And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,<br /> +Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then?<br /> +I could not find him at the Elephant;<br /> +His counsel now might do me golden service:<br /> +For though my soul disputes well with my sense,<br /> +That this may be some error, but no madness,<br /> +Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune<br /> +So far exceed all instance, all discourse,<br /> +That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,<br /> +And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me<br /> +To any other trust, but that I am mad,<br /> +Or else the lady's mad.—But here she comes.</p> + +<p class="center"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page64" id="page64"></a>[pg 64]</span> +<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span>, <i>and a</i> <span class="smcap">Friar</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Blame not this haste of mine:—If you mean well,<br /> +Now go with me, and with this holy man,<br /> +Into the chantry by: there, before him,<br /> +And underneath that consecrated roof,<br /> +Plight me the full assurance of your faith;<br /> +That my most jealous and too doubtful soul<br /> +May live at peace: He shall conceal it,<br /> +Whiles you are willing it shall come to note;<br /> +What time we will our celebration keep<br /> +According to my birth.—What do you say?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> I'll follow this good man, and go with you; +And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Then lead the way, good father:</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Friar</span>.</p> + +<p>And heavens so shine,<br /> +That they may fairly note this act of mine!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<h2>ACT THE FIFTH.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">SCENE I.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>The Street before</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia's</span> <i>House</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Any thing.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page65" id="page65"></a>[pg 65]</span> +<i>Clo.</i> Do not desire to see this letter.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, +desire my dog again.—The Duke Orsino.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <span class="smcap">Viola</span>, <i>and two Gentlemen</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Belong you to the lady Olivia, friend?—I +know thee well: How dost thou, my good fellow?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the +worse for my friends.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> No, sir, the worse.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> How can that be?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass +of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass; so +that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; +and by my friends I am abused: so that, if +your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, +then the worse for my friends, and the better for my +foes.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Why, this is excellent.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to +be one of my friends.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's +gold.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I +would you could make it another.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> O, you give me ill counsel.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this +once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a +double dealer; there's another.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> <i>Primo</i>, <i>Secundo</i>,—<i>Tertio</i>, is a good play; and +the old saying is, the third pays for all.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> You can fool no more money out of me at +this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here +to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it +may awake my bounty further.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page66" id="page66"></a>[pg 66]</span> +<i>Clo.</i> Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come +again: As you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I +will awake it anon.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> That face of his I do remember well;<br /> +Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd<br /> +As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war:<br /> +A bawbling vessel was he captain of,<br /> +For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable:<br /> +With which such scathful grapple did he make<br /> +With the most noble bottom of our fleet,<br /> +That very envy, and the tongue of loss,<br /> +Cried fame and honour on him.—</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span> <i>and Officers</i>.</p> + +<p>What's the matter?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>1 Off.</i> This, please you, sir, is that Antonio,<br /> +That took the Phœnix, and her fraught, from Candy;<br /> +And this is he, that did the Tiger board,<br /> +When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:<br /> +Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state,<br /> +In private brabble did we apprehend him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side;<br /> +But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me,<br /> +I know not what 'twas, but distraction.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!<br /> +What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,<br /> +Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear,<br /> +Hast made thine enemies?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Orsino, noble sir,<br /> +Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me;<br /> +Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,<br /> +Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,<br /> +Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:<br /> +That most ingrateful boy there, by your side,<br /> +From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth<br /> +Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:<br /> +His life I gave him, and for his sake too,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page67" id="page67"></a>[pg 67]</span> +Did I expose myself<br /> +Into the danger of this adverse town:<br /> +Drew to defend him, when he was beset;<br /> +Where being apprehended, his false cunning,<br /> +(Not meaning to partake with me in danger,)<br /> +Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,<br /> +And grew a twenty-years removed thing,<br /> +While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,<br /> +Which I had recommended to his use<br /> +Not half an hour before.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> How can this be?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> When came he to this town?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> To-day, my lord; and for three months before,<br /> +(No interim, not a minute's vacancy,)<br /> +Both day and night did we keep company.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Here comes the countess; now heaven walks on earth.——<br /> +But for thee; fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:<br /> +But more of that anon.——Take him aside.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Antonio</span> <i>and Officers retire a little</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span> <i>and two Servants</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What would my lord, but that he may not have,<br /> +Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?—<br /> +Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Madam?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Gracious Olivia,——</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What do you say, Cesario?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,<br /> +It is as harsh and fulsome to mine ear,<br /> +As howling after music.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Still so cruel?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Still so constant, lord.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page68" id="page68"></a>[pg 68]</span> +To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars<br /> +My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out,<br /> +That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,<br /> +Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,<br /> +Kill what I love?<br /> +But hear me this:<br /> +Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;<br /> +But this your minion, whom, I see, you love,<br /> +And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,<br /> +Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,<br /> +Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.—<br /> +Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief.<br /> +I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,<br /> +To spite a raven's heart within a dove.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>and Gentlemen</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,<br /> +To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Going.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Where goes Cesario?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> After him I love,<br /> +More than I love these eyes, more than my life;<br /> +If I do feign, you witnesses above,<br /> +Punish my life, for tainting of my love!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Ah me, forsaken! how am I beguiled!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?—<br /> +Call forth the holy father. </p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt two Servants.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.] Come away.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Whither, my lord?—Cesario, husband, stay.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Husband?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Ay, husband: Can he that deny? +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page69" id="page69"></a>[pg 69]</span></p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Her husband, sirrah?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> No, my lord, not I.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;<br /> +Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art<br /> +As great as that thou fear'st.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Friar</span> <i>and two Servants</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent">O, welcome, father!—<br /> +Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,<br /> +Here to unfold (though lately we intended<br /> +To keep in darkness, what occasion now<br /> +Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know,<br /> +Hath newly past between this youth and me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Friar.</i> A contract of eternal bond of love,<br /> +Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,<br /> +Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;<br /> +And all the ceremony<br /> +Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:<br /> +Since when, toward my grave<br /> +I have travell'd but two hours.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,<br /> +When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?<br /> +Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet,<br /> +Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> My lord, I do protest,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> O, do not swear;<br /> +Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Olivia</span> <i>sends away the Friar</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>, <i>crying, with his Head broke</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> O, O,—For the love of heaven, a surgeon; +send one presently to Sir Toby.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> What's the matter?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> He has broke my head across, and has +given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love +of heaven, your help: I had rather than forty pound +I were at home.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page70" id="page70"></a>[pg 70]</span> +<i>Oli.</i> Who has done this, Sir Andrew?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> The count's gentleman, one Cesario: +We took him for a coward, but he's the very devil +incardinate.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> My gentleman, Cesario?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Od's lifelings, here he is:—You broke +my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set +on to do't by Sir Toby.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: +You drew your sword upon me, without cause; +But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you +have hurt me: I think, you set nothing by a bloody +coxcomb.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> [<i>Without.</i>] Holla, Sir Andrew,—where are +you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall +hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would +have tickled your Toby for you.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>, <i>drunk, with his Forehead bleeding</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> How now, gentleman? how is't with you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's +the end on't.—Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Then he's a rogue, a drunken rogue,—and +I hate a drunken rogue.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sebastian</span> <i>behind</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Away with him: Who hath made this havock +with them?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir And.</i> I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be +dress'd together.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Sir To.</i> Will you help an ass head, and a coxcomb, +and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Andrew</span>, <span class="smcap">Sir Toby</span>, <i>and Servants</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> [<i>Advances</i>] I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page71" id="page71"></a>[pg 71]</span> +But, had it been the brother of my blood,<br /> +I must have done no less, with wit, and safety.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>seeing</i> <span class="smcap">Sebastian</span>, <i>comes forward</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent">You throw a strange regard upon me, and<br /> +By that I do perceive it hath offended you;<br /> +Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows<br /> +We made each other but so late ago.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons;<br /> +A natural perspective, that is, and is not.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Antonio, O my dear Antonio!<br /> +How have the hours rack'd and tortured me.<br /> +Since I have lost thee.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> Sebastian are you?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Fear'st thou that, Antonio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Ant.</i> How have you made division of yourself?—<br /> +An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin<br /> +Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> [<i>Sees</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.] Do I stand there? I never had a brother:<br /> +I had a sister,<br /> +Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:—<br /> +Of charity, [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.] what kin are you to me?<br /> +What countryman? what name? what parentage?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;<br /> +Such a Sebastian was my brother too,<br /> +So went he suited to his watery tomb:<br /> +If spirits can assume both form and suit,<br /> +You come to fright us.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Seb.</i> Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,<br /> +I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,<br /> +And say—Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> If nothing lets to make us happy both,<br /> +But this my masculine usurp'd attire,<br /> +Away with doubt:—each other circumstance<br /> +Of place, time, fortune, doth cohere, and jump,<br /> +That I am Viola,—your sister Viola. [<i>They embrace.</i></p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page72" id="page72"></a>[pg 72]</span><i>Seb.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span>.] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,<br /> +I shall have share in this most happy wreck:—<br /> +Boy, [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.] thou hast said to me a thousand times,<br /> +Thou never should'st love woman like to me.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> And all those sayings will I over-swear;<br /> +And all those swearings keep as true in soul,<br /> +As doth that orbed continent the fire<br /> +That severs day from night.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Give me thy hand;<br /> +And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Vio.</i> The captain, that did bring me first on shore,<br /> +Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action,<br /> +Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit,<br /> +A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> He shall enlarge him:—Fetch Malvolio hither:—<br /> +And yet, alas, now I remember me,<br /> +They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Clown</span>, <i>with a Letter, and</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p>How does Malvolio, sirrah?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the +stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: +he has here writ a letter to you: I should have given +it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles +are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are +deliver'd.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Open it, and read it.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Look then to be well edified, when the fool +delivers the madman: [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>By the Lord, madam</i>,—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> How now! art thou mad?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> No, madam, I do but read madness.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.] Read it you, sirrah.</p> + +<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page73" id="page73"></a>[pg 73]</span> +<i>Fab.</i> [<span class="smcap">Reads.</span>] <i>By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, +and the world shall know it: though you have put me +into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over +me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your +ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the +semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do +myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as +you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and +speak out of my injury.</i> <i>The madly-used</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Did he write this?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Ay, madam.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> This savours not much of distraction.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p>My lord, so please you, these things further thought on,<br /> +To think me as well a sister as a wife,<br /> +One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,<br /> +Here at my house.</p> +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.—<br /> +Your master quits you; [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.] and, for your service done him,<br /> +Here is my hand; you shall from this time be<br /> +Your master's mistress.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>, <i>with a Letter, and</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Duke.</i> Is this the madman?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Ay, my lord, this same:<br /> +How now, Malvolio?</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Madam, you have done me wrong,<br /> +Notorious wrong.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Have I, Malvolio? no.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter:</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Gives</i> <span class="smcap">Olivia</span> <i>the Letter</i>.</p> + +<p>You must not now deny it is your hand;—<br /> +(Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase;)—<br /> +Or, say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention.</p> + +<p class="indent"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page74" id="page74"></a>[pg 74]</span> +<i>Oli.</i> Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing;<br /> +Though, I confess, much like the character:<br /> +But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand:—<br /> +And now I do bethink me, it was she<br /> +First told me, thou wast mad:—<br /> +Pr'ythee, be content:<br /> +This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee:<br /> +But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,<br /> +Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge<br /> +Of thine own cause.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Good madam, hear me speak:<br /> +I do confess, Sir Toby, and myself,<br /> +Set this device against Malvolio here,<br /> +Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts<br /> +We had conceived against him: Maria writ<br /> +The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance;<br /> +In recompense whereof, he hath married her:<br /> +How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,<br /> +May rather pluck on laughter than revenge;<br /> +If that the injuries be justly weigh'd,<br /> +That have on both sides pass'd.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Malvolio!—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Clo.</i> Why,—<i>Some are born great, some achieve greatness, +and some have greatness thrust upon them</i>—I was +one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir:—<i>By +the Lord fool, I am not mad</i>:—But do you remember? +<i>Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you +smile not, he's gagg'd</i>:—And thus the whirligig of +time brings in his revenges.—Ha, ha, ha!</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Fab.</i> Ha, ha, ha!—</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Mal.</i> I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Malvolio</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Oli.</i> He hath been most notoriously abused.<br /> +Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Fabian</span>.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>Duke.</i> He hath not told us of the captain yet;<br /> +When that is known, and golden time convents,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page75" id="page75"></a>[pg 75]</span> +A solemn combination shall be made<br /> +Of our dear souls:—Meantime, sweet sister,<br /> +We will not part from hence—Go, officers;<br /> +We do discharge you of your prisoner.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt Officers.</i></p> + +<p>Antonio, thou hast well deserved our thanks:<br /> +Thy kind protection of Cesario's person,<br /> +(Although thou knew'st not then for whom thou fought'st,)<br /> +Merits our favour: Henceforth, be forgotten<br /> +All cause of anger: Thou hast a noble spirit,<br /> +And as Sebastian's friend be ever near him.—<br /> +Cesario, come;<br /> +For so you shall be, while you are a man;<br /> +But, when in other habits you are seen,<br /> +Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.</p> + +<p class="indent"><i>The Clown sings.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>When that I was and a little tiny boy,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>A foolish thing was but a toy;</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>For the rain it raineth every day.</i></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>But when I came to man's estate,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate;</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>For the rain it raineth every day.</i></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>But when I came, alas! to wive,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>By swaggering could I never thrive;</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>For the rain it raineth every day.</i></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>But when I came unto my bed,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>With hey, ho, the wind, and the rain,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>With toss pots still had drunken head;</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>For the rain it raineth every day.</i></span> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page76" id="page76"></a>[pg 76]</span> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>A great while ago the world begun,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i0"><i>But that's all one, our play is done,</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><i>And we'll strive to please you every day.</i></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="right">[Exeunt.</p> + + +<p class="center">THE END.</p> + + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<div class="tnote"> + +<h2>Transcriber Notes:</h2> + +<hr /> + +<p class="indent">Throughout the dialogues, there were words used to mimic accents of +the speakers. 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