Introductory matter
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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
Orsino, Duke of Illyria.
Sebastian, brother to Viola.
Antonio, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.
A Sea Captain [Captain], friend to Viola.
Valentine, gentleman attending on the Duke.
Curio, gentleman attending on the Duke.
Sir Toby Belch, uncle to Olivia.
Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
Malvolio, steward to Olivia.
Fabian, servant to Olivia.
Feste, a Clown, servant to Olivia.
Olivia.
Viola.
Maria, Olivia's woman.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
[Servant], [Officer 1], [Officer 2], [Priest]
Scene: A city in Illyria, and the sea coast near it.
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note; OR, WHAT YOU WILL.
TWELFTH NIGHT [Footnote:
ACT 1.
Scene I.
An apartment in the Duke's palace.
Enter Duke, Curio, and other Lords; Musicians note attending.
Duke.
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may note sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound note,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, note nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
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Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy note,
That it alone is note high note fantastical.
Cur.
Will you go hunt, my lord?
Duke.
What, Curio note?
Cur.
The hart.
Duke.
Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine note eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence! note
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er note since pursue me.
Enter Valentine. note
How now! what news from her?
Val.
So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
The element itself, till seven years' heat note,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
And water once a day her chamber note round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance note.
Duke.
O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
These note sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd
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Her sweet perfections note with one self note king!
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
Love-thoughts note lie rich when canopied with bowers.
[Exeunt.
note
Scene II. [Footnote:
The sea-coast.
Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors.
Vio.
What country, friends, is this?
Cap.
This is note Illyria, lady.
Vio.
And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?
Cap.
It is perchance that you yourself were saved.
Vio.
O my poor brother! and so note perchance may he be.
Cap.
True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you and those note poor number saved with you
Hung on our note driving note boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself,
Courage and hope both teaching him the practice,
To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
Where, like Arion note on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.
Vio.
For saying so, there's gold note:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st note thou this country?
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Cap.
Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
Vio.
Who governs here?
Cap.
A noble Duke, in nature as in name note.
Vio.
What is his name?
Cap.
Orsino. note
Vio.
Orsino! I have heard my father name him:
He was a bachelor then.
Cap.
And so is now, or was so very late;
For but a month ago I went from hence,
And then 'twas fresh in murmur,—as, you know,
What great ones do the less will prattle of,—
That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
Vio.
What's she? note
Cap.
A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
That died some twelvemonth note since; then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died: for whose dear love note,
They say, she hath note abjured the company
And sight note of men.
Vio.
O that I served that lady,
And note might not be delivered note to the world,
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, note
What my estate is!
Cap.
That were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the Duke's.
Vio.
There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will note believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
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I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this Duke:
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of music,
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
Cap.
Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
Vio.
I thank thee: lead me on.
[Exeunt.
Scene III.
Olivia's house. note
Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria.
Sir To.
What a plague means my niece, to take the death
of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Mar.
By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier
o' note nights: your cousin note, my lady, takes great exceptions to
your ill hours.
Sir Toby.
Why, let her except, note before note excepted.
Mar.
Ay, but you must confine yourself within the
modest limits of order.
Sir To.
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 note they be not, let them hang themselves
in their own straps.
Mar.
That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I
heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight
that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
Sir To.
Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
Mar.
Ay, he.
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Sir To.
He's as tall a man as any's note in Illyria.
Mar.
What's that to the purpose?
Sir To.
Why, he has note three thousand ducats a year.
Mar.
Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
he's a very fool and a prodigal.
Sir To.
Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gamboys note,
and speaks three or four languages word for word
without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
Mar.
He hath indeed, almost note natural: for besides
that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and but that he
hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust note he hath in quarreling,
'tis thought among the prudent he would quickly
have the gift of a grave.
Sir To.
By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors note
that say so of him. Who are they?
Mar.
They that add, moreover, note he's drunk nightly in
your company.
Sir To.
With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink
to her as long as there is note a passage in my throat and drink
in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill note that will not drink
to my niece till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top.
What, wench! Castiliano vulgo note; for here comes Sir Andrew
Agueface note.
noteEnter note Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
Sir And.
Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!
Sir To.
Sweet Sir Andrew!
Sir And.
Bless you, fair shrew.
Mar.
And you too, sir.
Sir To.
Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
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Sir And.
What's that?
Sir To.
My niece's chambermaid.
Sir And. note
Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance note.
Mar.
My name is Mary, sir.
Sir And.
Good Mistress Mary Accost note,—
Sir To.
You mistake, knight: ‘accost’ is front her, board
her note, woo her, assail her.
Sir And.
By my troth, I would not undertake her in
this company. Is that the meaning of ‘accost’?
Mar.
Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir To.
An thou let part note so, Sir Andrew, would thou
mightst never draw sword again.
Sir And.
An note you part so, mistress, I would I might
never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have
fools in hand?
Mar.
Sir, I have not you by the hand.
Sir And.
Marry, but you shall have; and here's my
hand.
Mar.
Now note, sir, ‘thought is free’: I pray you, bring your
hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
Sir And.
Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?
Mar.
It's dry, sir.
Sir And.
Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I
can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
Mar.
A dry jest, sir.
Sir And.
Are you full of them?
Mar.
Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' note ends: marry,
now I let go your hand, I am barren.
[Exit. note
Sir To.
O knight, thou lackest a cup of canary: when
did I see thee so put down?
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Sir And.
Never in your life, I think; unless you see
canary put me note down. Methinks sometimes I have no more
wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has note: but I am a
great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.
Sir To.
No question.
Sir And.
An note I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride
home to-morrow, Sir Toby.
Sir To.
Pourquoi note, my dear knight?
Sir And.
What is ‘pourquoi’? do or not do? I would
I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in
fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but followed
the arts!
Sir To.
Then hadst thou had an excellent head of
hair.
Sir And.
Why, would that have mended my hair?
Sir To.
Past question; for thou seest it will not curl
by note nature.
Sir And.
But it becomes me note well enough, does't not?
Sir To.
Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and
I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs and
spin it off.
Sir And.
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 count note himself here hard by woos her.
Sir To.
She'll none o' the count note: she'll not match
above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have
heard her swear't note. Tut, there's life in't, man.
Sir And.
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.
Sir To.
Art thou good at these kickshawses note, knight?
Sir And.
As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be,
under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare
with an old man note.
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Sir To.
What is thy excellence note in a galliard, knight?
Sir And.
Faith, I can cut a caper.
Sir To.
And I can cut the mutton to't.
note
Sir And.
And I think I have the back-trick simply as
strong as any man in Illyria.
Sir To.
Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore
have these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to take
dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost thou not go to
church in a galliard and come home in a coranto note? My
very walk should be a jig; I would not so much as make
water but in a sink-a-pace note. What dost thou mean? Is it
a world to hide virtues in? I did think note, by the excellent
constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a
galliard.
Sir And.
Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well
in a note flame-coloured note stock note. Shall we set note about some revels?
Sir To.
What shall we do else? were we not born
under Taurus?
Sir And.
Taurus! That's note sides and heart.
Sir To.
No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee
notecaper: ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent!
[Exeunt.
note
Scene IV. [Footnote:
The Duke's palace. note
Enter Valentine, and Viola in man's attire.
Val.
If the Duke continue these favours towards you,
Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath known
you but three days, and already you are no stranger.
Vio.
You either fear his humour or my negligence,
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that you call in question the continuance of his love: is he
inconstant, sir, in his favours?
Val.
No, believe me.
Vio.
I thank you. Here comes the count note.
Enter note Duke, Curio, and Attendants. note
Duke.
Who saw Cesario, ho?
Vio.
On your attendance, my lord; here.
Duke.
Stand you a while aloof. Cesario,
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
To thee the book even of my secret soul:
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
Till thou have audience.
Vio.
Sure, my noble lord,
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
Duke.
Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
Rather than make unprofited return.
Vio.
Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
Duke.
O, then unfold the passion of my love,
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
It shall become thee well to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth
Than in a nuncio's note of more grave aspect.
Vio.
I think not so, my lord.
Duke.
Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound note;
And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair. Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best
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When least in company. Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.
Vio.
I'll do my best
To woo your lady note: [Aside note] yet, a barful note strife!
Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
[Exeunt.
note
Scene V. [Footnote:
Olivia's house. note
Enter Maria and Clown.
Mar.
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.
Clo.
Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this
world needs to fear note no colours note.
Mar.
Make that good.
Clo.
He shall see none to fear.
Mar.
A good lenten note answer: I can tell thee where that
saying was born, of ‘I fear no colours.’
Clo.
Where, good Mistress Mary?
Mar.
In the wars; and that may you be bold to say
in your foolery.
Clo.
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and
those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Mar.
Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent;
or, to be note turned away, is not that as good as a
hanging to you?
Clo.
Many note a good hanging prevents a bad marriage;
and, for turning away note, let summer bear it out.
Mar.
You note are resolute, then?
Clo.
Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.
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Mar.
That if one break, the other will hold; or, if
both break, your gaskins note fall.
Clo.
Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way;
if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
Mar.
Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes
my lady: make your excuse wisely, you note were best.
[Exit. note
note
Clo.
Wit, an't note be thy will, put me into good note folling!
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.’
Enter note Lady Olivia with Malvolio.
God bless thee, lady!
Oli.
Take the fool away.
Clo.
Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
Oli.
Go to, you're note a dry fool; I'll no more of you: besides,
you grow dishonest.
Clo.
Two faults, madonna note, 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.
Any thing that's mended is but patched: virtue that transgresses
is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but
patched with virtue. If that this simple syllogism will serve,
so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true cuckold note
but calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
Oli.
Sir, I bade them take away you.
Clo.
Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus
non facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear note not
motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
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Oli.
Can you do it?
Clo.
Dexteriously note, good madonna.
Oli.
Make your proof.
Clo.
I must catechize you for it, madonna: good my
mouse note of virtue, answer me note.
Oli.
Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide note your
proof.
Clo.
Good madonna, why mournest thou?
Oli.
Good fool, for my brother's death.
Clo.
I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
Oli.
I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
Clo.
The more fool note, madonna, to mourn for your brother's
soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.
Oli.
What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he
not mend?
Mal.
Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake
him: infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the
better note fool.
Clo.
God 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.
Oli.
How say you to that, Malvolio?
Mal.
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 note than a stone. Look
you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh
and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest, I
take these note wise men note, that crow so at these set kind of fools,
no better note than the fools' zanies.
Oli.
O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless note and
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of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that
you deem cannon-bullets: there is no slander in an allowed
fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a
known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.
Clo.
Now Mercury endue thee with leasing note, for thou
speakest well of fools!
Re-enter Maria. note
Mar.
Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman
much desires to speak with you.
Oli.
From the Count note Orsino, is it?
Mar.
I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and
well attended.
Oli.
Who of my people hold him in delay?
Mar.
Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman note.
Oli.
Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but
madman: fie on him! [Exit Maria note.] Go you, Malvolio:
if it be a suit from the count note, I am sick, or not at home;
what you will, to dismiss it. [Exit Malvolio note.] Now you note
see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.
Clo.
Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son
should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with brains! for,—
here he comes,— noteone of thy kin has note a most weak pia mater.
noteEnter note Sir Toby.
Oli.
By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the
gate, cousin note?
Sir To.
A gentleman.
Oli.
A gentleman! what gentleman?
Sir to.
'Tis a gentleman here— notea plague o' these pickle-herring note!
How now, sot!
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Clo.
Good Sir Toby!
Oli.
Cousin, cousin note, how have you come so early by
this lethargy?
Sir To.
Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.
Oli.
Ay, marry, what is he?
Sir To.
Let him be the devil, an note he will, I care not:
give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.
[Exit.
Oli.
What's a drunken man like, fool?
Clo.
Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one
draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads
him; and a third drowns him.
Oli.
Go thou and seek the crowner note, and let him sit o'
my coz note; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's drowned:
go, look after him.
Clo.
He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall
look to the madman.
[Exit. note
Re-enter Malvolio. note
Mal.
Madam, yond note 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
foreknowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak
with you. What is to be said to him, lady? he's fortified
against any denial.
Oli.
Tell him he shall not speak with me.
Mal.
Has note been told so; and he says, he'll stand at
your door like a sheriff's post, and be note the supporter to note a
bench, but he'll speak with you.
Oli.
What kind o' note man is he?
Mal.
Why, of mankind.
Oli.
What manner of man?
Mal.
Of very ill manner note; he'll speak with you, will
you or no.
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Oli.
Of what personage and years is he?
Mal.
Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough
for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a codling
when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him in note standing water,
between boy and man. He is very well-favoured and he
speaks very shrewishly; one would think his mother's milk
were scarce out of him.
Oli.
Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman.
Mal.
Gentlewoman, my lady calls.
[Exit.
noteRe-enter Maria. note
Oli.
Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.
We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
Enter Viola note, and Attendants. note
Vio.
The honourable lady of the house, which is she?
Oli.
Speak to me; I shall answer for her. Your will?
Vio.
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 loath to cast away my speech,
for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken
great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no
scorn; I am very comptible note, even to the least sinister usage.
Oli.
Whence came you, sir?
Vio.
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, that I
may proceed in my note speech.
Oli.
Are you a comedian?
Vio.
No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very
fangs note of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you
the lady of the house?
Oli.
If I do not usurp myself, I am.
Vio.
Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself;
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for what is yours to bestow is not yours to reserve. But
this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in
your praise, and then show you the heart of my message.
Oli.
Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the
praise.
Vio.
Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis
poetical.
Oli.
It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you, keep
it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates, and note allowed
your approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you.
If you be not mad note, be gone; if you have reason, be brief:
'tis not that time of moon note with me to make one in so skipping
a dialogue.
Mar.
Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.
Vio.
No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet lady.
Tell me your mind: I am a messenger note.
Oli.
Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver,
when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
Vio.
It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture
of war, no taxation note of homage: I hold the olive note in my
hand; my words are as full of peace as matter.
Oli.
Yet you began rudely. What are you? what
would you?
Vio.
The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
would, are as secret as maidenhead note note; to your ears, divinity,
to any other's note, profanation.
Oli.
Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
[Exeunt Maria and Attendants. note]
Now, sir, what is your text?
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Vio.
Most sweet lady,—
Oli.
A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of
it. Where lies your text note?
Vio.
In Orsino's bosom.
Oli.
In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
Vio.
To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
Oli.
O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more
to say?
Vio.
Good madam, let me see your face.
Oli.
Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate
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 I was this present: is't note not well done?
[Unveiling. note
Vio.
Excellently done, if God did all.
Oli.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
Vio.
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
Oli.
O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give
out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be inventoried,
and every particle and utensil labelled to my will: as,
item, two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with
lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were
you sent hither to praise note me?
Vio.
I see you what you are, you are too proud;
But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
My lord and master loves you: O, such love
Could note be but recompensed, though you were crown'd
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The nonpareil of beauty!
Oli.
How does he love me?
Vio.
With adorations, fertile note tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
Oli.
Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant;
And in dimension and the shape of nature
A gracious person: but note yet I cannot love him;
He might have took his answer long ago.
Vio.
If I did love you in my master's flame,
With such a suffering, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense;
I would not understand it.
Oli.
Why, what would you? note
Vio.
Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons note of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo note your name to the reverberate note hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out ‘Olivia!’ O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me!
Oli.
You might do much.
What is your parentage? note
Vio.
Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.
Oli.
Get you to your lord;
I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you'well:
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I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.
Vio.
I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;
And let your fervour, like my master's, be
Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.
[Exit.
Oli.
‘What is your parentage?’
‘Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.’ I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast: soft, soft! note
Unless the master were the man note. How now!
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
With an invisible and subtle stealth
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What ho, Malvolio!
Re-enter Malvolio. note
Mal.
Here, madam, at your service.
Oli.
Run after that same peevish messenger,
The county's note man: he left note this ring behind him,
Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee note, Malvolio.
Mal.
Madam, I will.
[Exit.
Oli.
I do I know not what, and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe note;
What is decreed must be, and be this so.
[Exit note.
-- 243 --
ACT II.
Scene I.
The sea-coast. note
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
Ant.
Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that
I go with you? note
Seb.
By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper
yours; therefore I shall crave note 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.
Ant.
Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
Seb.
No, sooth note, 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 Roderigo note.
My father was that Sebastian of Messaline note, whom I know
you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a
sister, both born in an note hour: if the heavens had been
pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some hour note before you took me from the breach note of the
sea was my sister drowned.
Ant.
Alas the day!
Seb.
A lady, sir, though note it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though
I could not with such estimable wonder note overfar note believe
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that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a
mind that envy could not but note call fair. She is drowned
already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her
remembrance again with more.
Ant.
Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Seb.
O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
Ant.
If you will not murder me for my love, let me
be your servant.
Seb.
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 Count note Orsino's court: farewell.
[Exit.
Ant.
The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I have many note enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there.
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
[Exit.
Scene II.
A street.
Enter note Viola, Malvolio following.
Mal.
note
Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?
Vio.
Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
arrived but hither.
Mal.
She returns this ring to you, sir: note 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,
-- 245 --
unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive
it so note.
Vio.
She took the ring of me: I'll note none of it.
Mal.
Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth stooping
for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
[Exit.
Vio.
I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not note charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That note methought her note eyes had lost note her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. note
I am the note man: if it be so, as 'tis, note
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false note
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms note!
Alas, our note frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such note we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
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And I, poor monster note, fond as much on him;
And note she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man note,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,—now alas the day!—
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie note!
[Exit.
Scene III.
Olivia's house. note
Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
Sir To.
Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after
midnight is to be up betimes; and ‘diluculo note surgere,’ thou
know'st,— note
Sir An.
Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know,
to be up late is to be up late.
Sir To.
A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled 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.
Does not our life note consist of the four elements?
Sir And.
Faith, so they say; but I think it rather
consists of eating and drinking.
note
Sir To.
Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and
drink. Marian note, I say! a stoup note of wine!
Enter Clown.
Sir And.
Here comes the fool, i' faith.
Clo.
How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture
of ‘we three’?
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Sir To.
Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
Sir And.
By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast note.
I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so
sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast
in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of
Pigrogromitus note, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of
Queubus: 'twas very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for
thy leman note: hadst it?
Clo.
I did impeticos thy gratillity note; for Malvolio's nose
is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the
Myrmidons note are no bottle-ale houses.
Sir And.
Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when
all is done. Now, a song.
Sir To.
Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have
a song.
Sir And.
There's a testril of me too: if one knight
give a— note
Clo.
Would you have a love-song, or a song of good
life?
Sir To.
A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And.
Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
Clo. [Sings]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; note your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers note meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir And.
Excellent good, i' faith.
Sir To.
Good, good.
Clo. [Sings]
What is love? note 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
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In delay note there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me note, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir And.
A mellifluous voice, as I am true note knight.
Sir To.
A contagious breath.
Sir And.
Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.
Sir To.
To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we
rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three souls note
out of one weaver? shall we do that?
Sir And.
An note you love me, let's do't: I am dog note at a
catch.
Clo.
By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch
well.
Sir And.
Most certain. Let our catch be, ‘Thou
knave.’
Clo.
‘Hold thy peace, thou knave,’ knight? note I shall be
constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
Sir And.
'Tis not the first time I have constrained one
to call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins ‘Hold thy peace.’
Clo.
I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
Sir And.
Good, i'faith. Come, begin.
[Catch sung.
noteEnter Maria.
Mar.
What a caterwauling 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.
Sir To.
My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's
a Peg-a-Ramsey, and ‘Three merry men be we.’ Am
not I consanguineous? am I not note of her blood? Tillyvally.
Lady!
[Sings note]
‘There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!’
Clo.
Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
Sir And.
Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed,
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and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it
more natural.
Sir To. [Sings note]
‘O note, the twelfth note day of December;’,—
Mar.
For the love o' God, peace!
Enter Malvolio.
Mal.
My masters, are you mad? or what are you?
Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like
tinkers at this time of night? Do ye note make an alehouse of
my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' note catches
without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no
respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Sir To.
We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck
noteup note!
Mal.
Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady
bade me tell you, that, though note she harbours you as her
kinsman note, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you
can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are
welcome to the house; if not, an note it would please you to
take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
note
Sir To.
‘Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.’
Mar. note
Nay, good Sir Toby.
Clo.
‘His eyes do show his days are almost done.’
Mal.
Is't even so?
Sir To.
‘But I will never note die.’
Clo.
Sir Toby, there you lie.
Mal.
This is much credit to you.
Sir To.
‘Shall I bid him go?’
Clo.
‘What an note if you do?’
Sir To.
‘Shall I bid him go, and spare not?’
Clo.
‘O no, no, no, no note, you dare not.’
-- 250 --
Sir To.
Out o' tune, sir: note ye lie. Art note any more than a
steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo.
Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'
the mouth too.
Sir To.
Thou'rt note i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain note
with crums. A stoup note of wine, Maria!
Mal.
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.
[Exit.
Mar.
Go shake your ears.
Sir And.
'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a
man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field note, and then to
break promise with him and make a fool of him.
Sir To.
Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; or
I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar.
Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since
the youth note of the count's note 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 note, 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.
Sir To. note
Possess us, possess us; tell us something of
him.
Mar.
Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan note.
Sir And.
O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog!
Sir To.
What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
dear knight?
Sir And.
I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have
reason good enough.
-- 251 --
Mar.
The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly,
but a time-pleaser; an affectioned note ass, that cons
state without book note and utters it by great swarths note: the best
persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies,
that it is his grounds note of faith that all that look on
him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge
find notable cause to work.
Sir To.
What wilt thou do?
Mar.
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, forehead,
and complexion, 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.
Sir To.
Excellent! I smell a device.
Sir And.
I have 't in my nose too.
Sir To.
He shall think, by the letters note that thou wilt
drop, that they come note from my niece, and that she's note in love
with him.
Mar.
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Sir And. note
And your horse now would make him an ass.
Mar.
Ass, I note doubt not.
Sir And.
O, 'twill be admirable!
Mar.
Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic
will work with him note. I will plant you two, and let the fool
make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe his note
construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on
the event. Farewell.
[Exit.
Sir To.
Good night, Penthesilea.
Sir And.
Before me, she's a good wench.
Sir To.
She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores
me: what o' that?
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Sir And.
I was adored once too.
Sir To.
Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send
for more money.
Sir And.
If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul
way out.
Sir To.
Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not
i' the end, call me cut.
Sir And.
If I do not, never trust me, take it how you
will.
Sir To.
Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too
late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.
[Exeunt.
note
Scene IV. [Footnote:
The Duke's palace. note
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.
Duke.
Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms note
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.
Cur.
He is not here, so please your lordship, that
should sing it.
Duke.
Who was it?
Cur.
Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's
father took much delight in. He is about the house.
Duke.
Seek note him out, and play the tune the while.
[Exit Curio. note Music plays.
Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
For such I am all true lovers are,
-- 253 --
Unstaid and skittish in all motions note else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
Vio.
It gives a very echo to the seat note
Where Love is throned.
Duke.
Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
Hath it not, boy?
Vio.
A little, by your favour.
Duke.
What kind of woman is't?
Vio.
Of your complexion.
Duke.
She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
Vio.
About your years, my lord.
Duke.
Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take
An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn note,
Than women's are.
Vio.
I think it well, my lord.
Duke.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Vio.
And so they are: alas, that they are so;
To die, even when they to perfection grow!
Re-enter note Curio and Clown.
Duke.
O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
-- 254 --
And the free note maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies note with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
Clo.
Are you ready, sir?
Duke.
Ay; prithee note, sing.
[Music.
Song.
Clo.
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly note away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare note it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where note
Sad note true lover note never note find my grave,
To weep there!
Duke.
There's for thy pains.
Clo.
No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
Duke.
I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Clo.
Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or
another note.
Duke.
Give me now leave to leave thee note.
Clo. note
Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind
is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put
-- 255 --
to sea, that their business might be every thing and their
intent every where note; for that's it that always makes a good
voyage of nothing. Farewell.
[Exit.
note
Duke.
Let all the rest give place.
[Curio and Attendants retire. note
Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
That nature pranks her in note attracts my soul.
Vio.
But if she cannot love you, sir?
Duke.
I note cannot be so answer'd.
Vio.
Sooth, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?
Duke.
There is no woman's sides
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,—
No motion of the liver, but the palate,— note
That suffer note surfeit, cloyment and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest note as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me
And that I owe Olivia.
Vio.
Ay, but I know,—
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Duke.
What dost thou know?
Vio.
Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
Duke.
And what's note her history?
Vio.
A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;
And with a green and yellow note melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument, note
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Duke.
But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
Vio.
I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too: and yet note I know not.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
Duke.
Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
My note love can give no place, bide no denay.
[Exeunt.
note
Scene V. [Footnote:
Olivia's garden. note
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Sir To.
Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
Fab.
Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,
let me be boiled note to death with melancholy.
-- 257 --
Sir To.
Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
Fab.
I would exult, man: you know, he brought me
out o' note favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.
Sir To.
To anger him we'll have the bear again; and
we will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?
Sir And.
An note we do not, it is note pity of our lives.
Sir To.
Here comes the little villain.
Enter Maria. note
How now, my metal note of India!
Mar.
Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun
practising behaviour to his own shadow 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
notename of jesting! Lie thou there [throws down a letter note];
for here comes the trout that must be caught with
tickling.
[Exit.
noteEnter Malvolio.
Mal.
'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?
Sir To.
Here's an overweening rogue!
Fab.
O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkeycock
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!
Sir And.
'Slight note, I could so beat the rogue!
Sir To. note
Peace, I say.
-- 258 --
Mal.
To be Count Malvolio!
Sir To.
Ah, rogue!
Sir And.
Pistol him, pistol him.
Sir To. note
Peace, peace!
Mal.
There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy note
married the yeoman of the wardrobe note.
Sir And.
Fie on him note, Jezebel!
Fab.
O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how imagination
blows him.
Mal.
Having been three months married to her, sitting
in my state,—
Sir To.
O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
Mal.
Calling my officers about me, in my branched
velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have
left Olivia sleeping,—
Sir To.
Fire and brimstone!
Fab.
O, peace, peace!
Mal.
And then to have the humour note 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 note Toby,—
Sir To.
Bolts and shackles!
Fab.
O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
Mal.
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 my—some note rich jewel. Toby
approaches; courtesies there to me,—
Sir To.
Shall this fellow live?
Fab.
Though our silence be drawn from us with cars note note,
yet peace.
-- 259 --
Mal.
I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my
familiar smile with an austere regard of control,—
Sir To.
And does not Toby take you a blow o' the
lips then?
Mal.
Saying, ‘Cousin note Toby, my fortunes having cast
me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,’—
Sir To.
What, what?
Mal.
‘You must amend your drunkenness.’
Sir To.
Out, scab!
Fab.
Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
Mal.
‘Besides, you waste the treasure of your time
with a foolish knight,’—
Sir And.
That's me, I warrant you.
Mal.
‘One Sir Andrew,’—
Sir And.
I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.
Mal.
What employment note have we here?
[Taking note up the letter.
Fab.
Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Sir To.
O, peace! and note the spirit of humours intimate
reading aloud to him!
Mal.
By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her
very C's, her U's and her T's; and thus makes she her
great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.
Sir And.
Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?
Mal. [reads note]
To the unknown beloved, this, and my good
wishes:—her very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! note
and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to
seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?
Fab.
This wins him, liver and all.
Mal.
[reads note]
Jove knows I love:
But who? note
Lips, note do not move;
No man must know note.
-- 260 --
‘No man must know.’ What follows? the numbers altered! note
‘No man must know:’ if this should be thee, Malvolio?
Sir To.
Marry, hang thee, brock!
Mal. [reads note]
I may command where I adore;
But silence, like a Lucrece knife note,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore:
M, O, A, I, doth sway my life note.
Fab.
A fustian riddle!
Sir To.
Excellent wench, say I.
Mal.
‘M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.’ Nay, but first,
let me see, let me see, let me see note.
Fab.
What dish o' note poison has she dressed him!
Sir To.
And with what wing the staniel note checks at it!
Mal.
‘I may command where I adore.’ 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,— noteSoftly! M, O, A, I,—
Sir To.
O, ay, make up note that: he is now at a cold scent.
Fab.
Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be note
as rank as a fox.
Mal.
M,—Malvolio; M,—why, that begins my name note.
Fab.
Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is
excellent at faults.
Mal.
M,—but then there is no consonancy in the sequel; note
that suffers note under probation: A should follow, but O does.
-- 261 --
Fab.
And O shall end, I hope.
Sir To.
Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!
Mal.
And then I comes behind.
Fab.
Ay, an note you had any eye behind you, you might
see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
Mal.
M, O, A, I; this simulation note is not as the former:
and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me note, for every
one of these letters are note in my name. Soft! here follows prose.
[Reads note]
If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above
thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born note great, some achieve note
greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em note. Thy Fates open
their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and, to inure
thyself to what thou art like to be, note cast thy humble slough and appear
fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy
tongue tang note arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity:
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.
Daylight note and champain note discovers not note more: this is open.
I will be proud, I will read politic note authors, I will baffle Sir
Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise note
the very man. I do not now note fool myself, to let imagination
jade me; for every note reason excites to this, that my lady
-- 262 --
loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late,
she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she
manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of note injunction
drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I
am happy. I will be strange, stout note, in yellow stockings note, and
cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove
and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.
[Reads note]
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 note my sweet, I prithee.
Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing that
thou wilt have me.
[Exit.
Fab.
I will not give my part of this sport for a pension
of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
Sir To.
I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir And.
So note could I too.
Sir To.
And ask no other dowry with her but such
another jest.
note
Sir And.
Nor I neither.
Fab.
Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Re-enter Maria. note
Sir To.
Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
Sir And.
Or o' mine either?
Sir To.
Shall I play my freedom at note tray-trip, and become
thy bond-slave?
Sir And.
I' faith, or I either?
Sir To.
Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that
when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
Mar.
Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?
Sir To.
Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.
Mar.
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,
-- 263 --
which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being
addicted to a melancholy note as she is, that it cannot but turn
him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.
Sir To.
To the gates of Tartar note, thou most excellent
devil of wit!
Sir And.
I'll make one too.
[Exeunt. note
ACT III.
Scene I.
Olivia's garden. note
Enter Viola, and Clown with a tabor. note
Vio.
Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live
by thy note tabor?
Clo.
No, sir, I live by the church.
Vio.
Art thou a churchman?
Clo.
No such matter, sir: I do note live by the church; for I
do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.
Vio.
So thou mayst say, the king note lies note by a beggar, if a
beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy tabor,
if thy tabor stand by the church.
Clo.
You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence
is but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the
wrong side may be turned outward!
Vio.
Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with
words may quickly make them wanton.
Clo.
I would, therefore, my sister had had note no name, sir.
Vio.
Why, man?
Clo.
Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with
-- 264 --
that word might make my sister wanton. But indeed
words are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.
Vio.
Thy reason, man?
Clo.
Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words;
and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason
with them.
Vio.
I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for
nothing.
Clo.
Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my
conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care for
nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.
Vio.
Art not thou note the Lady Olivia's fool?
Clo.
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 note are to herrings; the husband's
the bigger: I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of
words.
Vio.
I saw thee late at the Count note Orsino's.
Clo.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun note,
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.
Vio.
Nay, an note thou pass upon me, I'll no more with
notethee. Hold, there's expenses note for thee.
Clo.
Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send
thee a beard!
Vio.
By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for
one; [Aside note] though I would not have it grow on my chin.
Is thy lady within?
Clo.
Would not a pair of these have bred note, sir?
Vio.
Yes, being kept together and put to use.
Clo.
I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to
bring a Cressida to this Troilus.
Vio.
I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
-- 265 --
Clo.
The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging note but
a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir.
I will construe note to them note whence you come; who you are
and what you would are note out of my welkin, I might say
‘element,’ but the word is over-worn.
[Exit.
Vio.
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And note, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice
As full of labour as a wise man's note art:
For folly that he note wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint note their wit.
Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew note.
note
Sir To. note
Save you, gentleman.
Vio.
And you, sir.
Sir And. note
Dieu vous garde note, monsieur.
Vio.
Et vous aussi note; votre serviteur note.
Sir And. note
I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.
Sir To. note
Will you encounter the house? my niece is
desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
Vio.
I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
list of my voyage.
-- 266 --
Sir To.
Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.
Vio.
My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand
what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
Sir To.
I mean, to go, sir, to enter.
Vio.
I will answer you with gait and entrance. But
we are prevented.
Enter Olivia and Maria note.
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours
on you!
Sir And.
That youth's a rare courtier: ‘Rain odours;’
well.
Vio.
My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own
most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Sir And.
‘Odours,’ ‘pregnant,’ and ‘vouchsafed:’ I'll
noteget 'em all three all ready note.
Oli.
Let note the garden door be shut, and leave me to my
notehearing. [Exeunt note Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria.] Give
me your hand, sir.
Vio.
My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli.
What is your name?
Vio.
Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
Oli.
My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
You're note servant to the Count note Orsino, youth.
Vio.
And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
Oli.
For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,
Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!
Vio.
Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf.
Oli.
O, by your leave, I pray you,
I bade you never speak again of him:
But, would you undertake another suit,
-- 267 --
I had note rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.
Vio.
Dear note lady,— note
Oli.
Give note me leave, beseech note you. I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here note,
A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse
Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you, in a shameful note cunning,
Which you knew none of yours: what might you think?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of note your receiving note
Enough is shown: a cypress note, not a bosom,
Hides note my heart note. So, let me note hear you speak.
Vio.
I pity you. note
Oli.
That's a degree to love.
Vio.
No, not a grize note; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
That very oft we pity enemies.
Oli.
Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better note
To fall before the lion than the wolf!
[Clock strikes.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
And yet, when wit and youth is come note to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
-- 268 --
note
There lies your way, due west.
Vio.
Then westward-ho!
Grace and good disposition attend note your ladyship note!
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? note
Oli.
Stay:
I note prithee, tell me what thou think'st of me.
Vio.
That you do think you are not what you are.
Oli.
If I think so, I think the same of you.
Vio.
Then think you right: I am not what I am.
Oli.
I would you were as I would have you be!
Vio.
Would it be better, madam, than I am? note
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
Oli.
O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip! note
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy note pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy note reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Vio.
By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And note so adieu, good madam: never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Oli.
Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
[Exeunt.
-- 269 --
note
Scene II. [Footnote:
Olivia's house. note
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Sir And.
No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
Sir To.
Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
Fab.
You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
Sir And.
Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to
the count's note serving-man than ever she bestowed upon note me;
I saw 't i' the orchard.
Sir To.
Did she see thee the note while, old boy? tell me
that.
Sir And.
As plain as I see you now.
Fab.
This was a great argument of love in her toward
you.
Sir And.
'Slight note, will you make an ass o' me?
Fab.
I will note prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of
judgement and reason.
Sir To.
And they have been grand-jurymen since before
Noah was a sailor.
Fab.
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 banged the
youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand,
and this was balked: 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 note attempt either of valour or policy.
-- 270 --
Sir And.
An't note be any way, it must be with valour; for
policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.
Sir To.
Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the
basis of valour. Challenge me the count's note youth to fight note
with him note; 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 note than report of valour.
Fab.
There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
Sir And.
Will either of you bear me a challenge to
him?
Sir To.
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst note and
brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full
of invention: taunt him with the license of ink: if thou
thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as
many lies 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 note it. Let there be gall enough in thy
ink, though thou write note with a goose-pen, no matter:
about it.
Sir And.
Where shall I find you?
Sir To.
We'll call thee at the note cubiculo: go.
[Exit Sir Andrew.
note
Fab.
This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.
Sir To.
I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand
strong, or so.
Fab.
We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll
not deliver't?
Sir To.
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 note, if he were opened,
and note you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the
foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.
-- 271 --
Fab.
And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage
no great presage of cruelty.
Enter Maria.
Sir To.
Look, where the youngest wren of nine note comes.
Mar.
If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves
into stitches, follow me. Yond note gull Malvolio is
turned heathen note, a very renegado note; 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.
Sir To.
And cross-gartered?
Mar.
Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a
school i' the church. I have dogged him, like his murderer.
He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to
betray him: he does smile his face into more lines than is note
in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies: you
have not seen such a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear
hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike him: if
she do, he'll smile and take't for a great favour.
Sir To.
Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
[Exeunt. note
note
Scene III. [Footnote:
A street. note
Enter Sebastian and Antonio.
Seb.
I would not by my will have troubled you;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
Ant.
I could not stay behind you: my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;
And not all love to see you, though so much
As might have drawn one note to a longer voyage,
-- 272 --
But jealousy what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: my willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.
Seb.
My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make but thanks,
And thanks; and ever......oft good turns note
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay note:
But, were my worth note as is my conscience firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?
Ant.
To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging. note
Seb.
I am not weary, and 'tis long to night:
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials and the things of fame
That do renown this city.
Ant.
Would you'ld pardon me;
I do not without danger walk these streets:
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his note galleys
I did some service; of such note indeed,
That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd.
Seb.
Belike you slew great number of his people. note
Ant.
The offence is not of such a bloody nature;
-- 273 --
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,
Most of our city did: only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapsed note in this place,
I shall pay dear.
Seb.
Do not then walk too open.
Ant.
It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse.
In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,
Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.
Seb.
Why I your purse?
Ant.
Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
Seb.
I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you
For an note hour.
Ant.
To the Elephant.
Seb.
I do remember.
[Exeunt. note
note
Scene IV. [Footnote:
Olivia's garden. note
Enter Olivia and Maria.
Oli.
I have sent after him: he says he'll note come;
How shall I feast him? what bestow of note him?
For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd note.
-- 274 --
I speak too loud.
Where is note Malvolio? he is sad and civil note,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:
Where is Malvolio?
Mar.
He's note coming, madam; but in very note strange manner.
He is, sure, possessed, madam.
Oli.
Why, what's the matter? does he rave? note
Mar.
No, madam, he does nothing note but smile: your
ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he
come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's note wits.
Oli.
Go call him hither. [Exit Maria. note] I am note as mad as he,
If sad and merry note madness equal be.
Re-enter Maria, with Malvolio. note
How note now, Malvolio!
note
Mal.
Sweet lady, ho, ho note.
Oli.
Smilest thou?
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion note.
Mal.
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 note, ‘Please one, and please all.’
Oli. note
Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter
with thee? note
-- 275 --
Mal.
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 note Roman hand.
Oli.
Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Mal.
To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
Oli.
God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and
kiss thy hand so oft?
Mar.
How do you, Malvolio?
Mal.
At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
Mar.
Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness
before my lady?
Mal.
‘Be not afraid of greatness:’ 'twas well writ.
Oli.
What meanest note thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal.
‘Some are born great,’—
Oli.
Ha!
Mal.
‘Some achieve greatness,’—
Oli.
What sayest thou?
Mal.
‘And some have greatness thrust upon them.’
Oli.
Heaven restore thee!
Mal.
‘Remember who commended thy yellow
stockings,’—
Oli.
Thy note yellow stockings!
Mal.
‘And wished to see thee cross-gartered.’
Oli.
Cross-gartered!
Mal.
‘Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so,’—
Oli.
Am I made?
Mal.
‘If not, let me see thee a servant still.’
Oli.
Why, this is very note midsummer madness.
Enter Servant.
Ser.
Madam, the young gentleman of the Count note Orsino's
is returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he
attends your ladyship's pleasure.
Oli.
I'll come to him. [Exit Servant. note] Good Maria,
let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin note Toby?
-- 276 --
Let some of my people have a special care of him: I would
not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
[Exeunt Olivia and Maria. note
note
Mal.
O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man
than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with
the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear
stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter.
‘Cast thy humble slough,’ says she; ‘be opposite with a
kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang with note arguments
of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity;’
and consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad face,
a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir
of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's note
doing, and Jove note make me thankful! And when she went
away now, ‘Let this fellow be looked to:’ fellow! not Malvolio,
nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing
adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a
scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance
—What can be said? Nothing that can be can come between
me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove,
not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
Re-enter note Maria, with Sir Toby and Fabian.
note
Sir To.
Which way is he, in the name of sanctity note? If
all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself
possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
Fab.
Here he is, here he is. How is't note with you, sir?
how is't with you, man?
Mal.
Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private note:
go off.
Mar.
Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did
not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a
care of him.
-- 277 --
Mal.
Ah, ha! does she so?
Sir To.
Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal
gently with him: let me note alone. How do you note, Malvolio?
how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider,
he's an enemy to mankind.
Mal.
Do you know what you say?
Mar.
La you, an note you speak ill of the devil, how he
takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
Fab.
Carry his water to the wise woman.
Mar.
Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning,
if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll
say.
Mal.
How now, mistress!
Mar.
O Lord!
Sir To.
Prithee, hold thy peace; this note is not the way:
do you not see you move him? let me alone with him note.
Fab.
No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend
is rough, and will not be roughly used.
Sir To.
Why, how now, my bawcock note! how dost thou,
chuck?
Mal.
Sir!
Sir To.
Ay, Biddy, come with me. note What, man! 'tis
not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him,
foul collier!
Mar.
Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get
him to pray.
Mal.
My prayers, minx!
Mar. note
No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
Mal.
Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow
things: I am not of your element: you shall know more
hereafter.
[Exit.
Sir To.
Is't Possible?
Fab.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could
condemn it as an improbable fiction.
-- 278 --
Sir To.
His very genius hath taken the infection of
the device, man.
Mar.
Nay, pursue him now, lest note the device take air
and taint.
Fab.
Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
Mar.
The house will note be the quieter.
Sir To.
Come, we'll have him in a dark room and
bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad:
we may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till
our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have
mercy on him: at which time we will bring the device to
the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see,
but see.
noteEnter Sir Andrew.
Fab.
More matter for a May morning.
Sir And.
Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant
there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Fab.
Is't so saucy?
Sir And.
Ay, is't note, I warrant him: do but read.
Sir To.
Give me. [Reads note] Youth, whatsoever thou art,
thou art but a scurvy fellow.
Fab.
Good, and valiant.
Sir To. [reads]
Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why
I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.
Fab.
A good note note; that keeps you from the blow of
the law.
Sir To. [reads]
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.
Fab.
Very brief, and to note exceeding good sense—less note.
Sir To. [reads]
I will waylay thee going home; where if it be
thy chance to kill me,—
-- 279 --
Fab.
Good.
Sir To. [reads]
Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.
Fab.
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law:
good.
Sir To. [reads]
Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one
of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine note; but my hope is better,
and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn
enemy,
Andrew Aguecheek.
If note this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't
him.
Mar.
You may have very fit occasion for't: he is
now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by
depart.
Sir To.
Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner
of the orchard like a bum-baily: note so soon as ever thou
seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear horrible note; for
it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering
accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation
than ever proof itself would have earned him.
Away!
Sir And.
Nay, let me alone for swearing.
[Exit.
Sir To.
Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour
of the young gentleman gives him out to be of
good capacity and breeding; his employment between his
lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this letter,
being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the
youth: he will find it comes note from a clodpole. But, sir, I will
deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek
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.
-- 280 --
Re-enter Olivia, with Viola. note
note
Fab.
Here he comes with your niece: give them way
till he take leave, and presently after him.
Sir To.
I will meditate the while upon some horrid
message for a challenge.
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. note
Oli.
I have note said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honour too unchary out note:
There's something in me that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.
Vio.
With the same 'haviour that your passion bears
Goes on my master's grief note note.
Oli.
Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour saved note may upon asking give?
Vio.
Nothing but this;—your true love for my master.
Oli.
How with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
Vio.
I will acquit you.
Oli.
Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well:
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
[Exit.
noteRe-enter Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir To.
Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio.
And you, sir.
Sir To.
That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of
what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
-- 281 --
not; but thy intercepter note, full of despite, bloody as the
hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: dismount thy tuck,
be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful
and deadly.
Vio.
You mistake, sir; I am sure note no man hath any
quarrel to me: my remembrance is very free and clear
from any image of offence done to any man.
Sir To.
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 note withal.
Vio.
I pray you, sir, what is he?
Sir To.
He is knight note, dubbed with unhatched note 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 and sepulchre. Hob,
nob note, is his word; give't or take't.
Vio.
I will return again into the house and desire some
conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of
some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to
taste their valour: belike this is a man of that quirk.
Sir To.
Sir, no note; his indignation derives note itself out of a
very competent note injury: therefore, get you on and give him
his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake
that with me which with as much safety you might
answer him: note therefore, on, or note strip your sword note stark naked;
for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron
about you.
Vio.
This is as uncivil note as strange. I beseech you, do
-- 282 --
me this courteous office, as to know note of the knight what my
offence to him is: it is something of my negligence, nothing
of my purpose.
Sir To.
I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this
gentleman till my return.
[Exit.
Vio.
Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
Fab.
I know the knight is incensed against you, even
to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance
more.
Vio.
I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
Fab.
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.
Vio.
I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one
that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I care not
who knows so much of my mettle.
[Exeunt. note
Re-enter note Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.
note
Sir To.
Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen
such a firago note. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and
all, and he gives me the stuck in note with such a mortal motion,
that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you note as
surely as your feet hit note the ground they step on. They say
he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Sir And.
Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
Sir To.
Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian
can scarce hold him yonder note.
Sir And.
Plague on't, an note I thought he had been valiant
-- 283 --
and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned
ere I'ld have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip,
and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet note.
Sir To.
I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good
show on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls.
[Aside note]
Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
Re-enter Fabian and Viola. note
[To Fab. note]
I have his horse to take up note the quarrel: I have
persuaded him the youth's a devil.
Fab.
He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and
looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
Sir To. [To Vio. note]
There's no remedy, sir; he will fight
with you for's oath sake note: marry, he hath better bethought
him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be note worth
talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow;
he protests he will not hurt you.
Vio. [Aside note]
Pray God defend me! A little thing
would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
Fab.
Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir To.
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.
Sir And.
Pray God, he keep his oath!
note
Vio.
I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
[They draw. note
Enter Antonio. note
Ant.
Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me:
-- 284 --
note
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
Sir To.
You, sir! why, what are you?
Ant.
One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To.
Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[They draw. note
Enter Officers. note
Fab.
O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
note
Sir To.
I'll be with you anon.
note
Vio.
Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
Sir And.
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.
First Off.
This is the man; do thy office.
Sec. Off.
Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count note
Orsino.
Ant.
You do mistake me, sir. note
First Off.
No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away: he knows I know him well.
Ant.
I must obey. [To Vio. note] This comes with seeking you:
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
What will you do, now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse? note It grieves me
Much more for what I cannot do for you
Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed;
But be of comfort.
Sec. Off.
Come, sir, away.
Ant.
I must entreat of you some of that money note.
-- 285 --
Vio.
What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something: my having is not much;
I'll make division of my present with you:
Hold, there's note note half my coffer.
Ant.
Will you deny me now? note
Is't possible that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest note that it make me so unsound a man
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.
Vio.
I know of none;
Nor know I you by voice or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness note,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
Ant.
O heavens themselves!
Sec. Off.
Come, sir, I pray you, go note.
Ant.
Let me speak note a little. This youth note that you see here
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
Relieved him with such sanctity of love; note
And to his note image, which methought did promise
Most venerable note worth, did I devotion.
First Off.
What's that to us? The time goes by: away!
Ant.
But O how vile note an idol proves this god!
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
-- 286 --
In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil note
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
First Off.
The man note grows mad: away with him! Come note, come, sir.
Ant.
Lead me on.
[Exit with Officers. note
Vio.
Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
That he believes himself: so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Sir To.
Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian:
we'll note whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Vio.
He named Sebastian: I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such and so
In favour was my brother, and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: O, if note it prove,
Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love!
[Exit. note
Sir To.
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.
Fab.
A coward, a most note devout coward, religious in it.
Sir And.
'Slid note, I'll after him again and beat him.
Sir To.
Do; cuff him soundly, but never note draw thy
sword.
Sir And.
An note I do not,— note
[Exit.
Fab.
Come, let's note see the event.
Sir To.
I dare lay any note money 'twill be nothing yet.
[Exeunt. note
-- 287 --
ACT IV.
Scene I.
Before note Olivia's house.
Enter Sebastian and Clown.
Clo.
Will you make me believe that I am not sent for
you?
Seb.
Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow:
Let me be clear of thee.
Clo.
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 Master Cesario; nor
this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.
Seb.
note
I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else:
Thou know'st not me.
Clo.
Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some
great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I
am afraid this great lubber, the world note, will prove a cockney.
I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I
shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou note art
coming?
Seb.
I prithee, foolish Greek note, depart from me:
There's money for thee: if you tarry longer,
I shall give worse note payment. note
Clo.
By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise
men that give fools money get themselves a good report— note
after fourteen years' purchase.
-- 288 --
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Sir And.
Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for
noteyou.
note
Seb.
Why, there's for thee, and there, and there note.
Are all the people mad?
Sir To.
Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the
house.
Clo.
This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be
in some of your coats for two pence.
[Exit. note
note
Sir To.
Come on, sir note; hold.
Sir And.
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 note any law in Illyria: though I stroke note him first,
yet it's no matter for that.
Seb.
Let go thy hand.
Sir To.
Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my
young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed note;
come on.
note
Seb.
I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?
If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir To.
What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce
noteor two of this malapert blood from you.
noteEnter Olivia.
Oli.
Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold!
Sir To.
Madam!
Oli.
Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!
Be not offended, dear Cesario.
-- 289 --
Rudesby, be gone!
[Exeunt note Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
I prithee, gentle friend,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd note up, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go:
Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Seb.
What relish is in this? how runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Oli.
Nay, come, I prithee note: would thou'ldst be ruled by me!
Seb.
Madam, I will.
Oli.
O, say so, and so be!
[Exeunt.
note
Scene II. [Footnote:
Olivia's house. note
Enter Maria and Clown.
Mar.
Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;
make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do it
quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.
[Exit. note
Clo.
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. I am not tall note enough to become the function
well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student note; but
to be said an honest man and a good housekeeper goes as
-- 290 --
fairly as to say a careful note man and a great scholar. The
competitors enter.
Enter Sir Toby and Maria. note
Sir To.
Jove note bless thee, master note Parson.
Clo.
Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of
Prague note, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a
niece of King Gorboduc note, ‘That that is so;’ so I, being master note
Parson, am master note Parson; for, what is ‘that’ but ‘that,’
and ‘is’ but ‘is’?
Sir To.
To him, Sir Topas.
note
Clo.
What, ho, I say! peace in this prison!
Sir To.
The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
Mal. note [within]
Who calls there?
Clo.
Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio
the lunatic.
Mal.
Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my
lady.
Clo.
Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this
man! talkest thou nothing but of note ladies?
Sir To.
Well said, master note Parson.
Mal.
Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good
Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here
in hideous darkness.
Clo.
Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most
modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will
use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that note house
is dark?
Mal.
As hell, Sir Topas.
-- 291 --
Clo.
Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes,
and the clearstores note toward the south north are as lustrous
as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?
Mal.
I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this
house is dark.
Clo.
Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the
Egyptians in their fog.
Mal.
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.
Clo.
What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning
wild fowl note?
Mal.
That the soul of our grandam might haply note inhabit
a bird.
Clo.
What thinkest thou of his opinion?
Mal.
I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve
his opinion.
Clo.
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 note of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Mal.
Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
Sir To.
My most exquisite Sir Topas!
Clo.
Nay, I am for all waters note.
Mar.
Thou mightst have done this without thy beard
and gown: he sees thee not.
Sir To.
To him in thine own voice, and bring me word
how thou findest him: I would we were well note rid of this
knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he
were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I
-- 292 --
cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot note. Come
by and by to my chamber note.
[Exeunt note Sir Toby and Maria.
note
Clo. [Singing note]
Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy note lady does. note
Mal.
Fool,—
Clo.
My lady is unkind, perdy.
Mal.
Fool,—
Clo.
Alas, why is she so?
Mal.
Fool, I say,—
Clo.
She loves another—Who calls, ha?
Mal.
Good fool, 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.
Clo.
Master Malvolio?
Mal.
Ay, good fool.
Clo.
Alas, sir, how fell you besides note your five wits?
Mal.
Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused:
I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
Clo.
But as well? then you are note mad indeed, if you be
no better in your wits than a fool.
Mal.
They have here note propertied me; keep me in darkness,
send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to
face me out of my wits.
Clo.
Advise you what you say; the minister is here.
Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour
thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.
Mal.
Sir Topas,—
Clo.
Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who,
I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you note, good Sir Topas. Marry,
amen. I will, sir, I will note.
Mal.
Fool, fool, fool, I say,—
-- 293 --
Clo.
Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am
shent for speaking to you.
Mal.
Good fool, help me to some light and some
paper: I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in
Illyria.
Clo.
Well-a-day that you were, sir!
Mal.
By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper
and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: it
shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter
did.
Clo.
I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you
not note mad indeed? or note do you but counterfeit?
Mal.
Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
Clo.
Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his
brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
Mal.
Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I
prithee, be gone.
Clo. [Singing note]
I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the note old vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad; note
Adieu, goodman Drivel note. note
[Exit.
-- 294 --
note
Scene III. [Footnote:
Olivia's garden. note
Enter Sebastian.
Seb.
This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwarps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit note note,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am note mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch note
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
As I perceive she does; there's something in't
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes note.
Enter Olivia and Priest.
Oli.
Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
-- 295 --
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous note and too doubtful soul
May live note at peace. He shall conceal it
Whiles note you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?
Seb.
I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oli.
Then lead the way, good father; and heavens note so shine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine!
[Exeunt. note
ACT V.
Scene I.
Before Olivia's house note.
Enter Clown and Fabian.
Fab.
Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his note letter.
Clo.
Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
Fab.
Any thing.
Clo.
Do not desire to see this letter.
Fab.
This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire
my dog again.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords. note
Duke.
Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
Clo.
Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.
Duke.
I know thee well: how dost thou, my good fellow?
Clo.
Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse
for my friends.
-- 296 --
Duke.
Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Clo.
No, sir, the worse.
Duke.
How can that be?
Clo.
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, conclusions to be as kisses note,
if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then,
the worse for my friends note, and the better for my foes.
Duke.
Why, this is excellent.
Clo.
By my troth, sir no; though it please you to be
one of my friends.
Duke.
Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.
Clo.
But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would
you could make it another.
Duke.
O, you give me ill counsel.
Clo.
Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Duke.
Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a double-dealer:
there's another.
Clo.
Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old
saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex note, sir, is a good
tripping measure; or note the bells of Saint Bennet note, sir, may put
you in mind; one, two, three.
Duke.
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.
Clo.
Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again.
I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire
of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let
your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.
[Exit.
note
Vio.
Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
-- 297 --
Enter Antonio note and Officers.
Duke.
That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy and the tongue of loss
Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?
First Off.
Orsino, this is that Antonio
That took the Phœnix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.
Vio.
He did note me kindness, sir, drew on my side;
But in conclusion put strange speech upon me:
I know not what 'twas but distraction.
Duke.
Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
Hast made thine enemies?
Ant.
Orsino, noble sir note,
Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:
Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ingrateful note boy there by your side,
From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck note past hope he was:
His life I gave him and did thereto add
My love, without retention or restrain,
-- 298 --
All his note in note dedication; for his sake
Did I expose myself, pure for note his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him when he was beset:
Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
Not meaning to partake with me in danger,
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty years removed thing
While one would wink; denied me note mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.
Vio.
How can this be?
Duke.
When came he note to this town?
Ant.
To-day, my lord; and for three months before,
No interim note, not a minute's vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company.
noteEnter Olivia note and Attendants.
Duke.
Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness:
Three months this youth hath tended upon me:
But more of that anon. Take him aside.
Oli.
What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cesario, you do not note keep promise with me.
Vio.
Madam!
Duke.
Gracious Olivia,— note
Oli.
What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord,— note
Vio.
My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.
Oli.
If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat note and fulsome to mine ear
As howling after music.
Duke.
Still note so cruel?
-- 299 --
Oli.
Still so constant, lord note.
Duke.
What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath note breathed out
That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
Oli.
Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.
Duke.
Why should I not, had I the heart to do it note,
Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Kill what I love?—a savage jealousy
That sometime savours nobly. But hear me note this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;
But this your minion, whom I know you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
note
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
Vio.
And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
note
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
Oli.
Where goes Cesario?
Vio.
After him I love
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above
Punish my life for tainting of my love!
Oli.
Ay note me, detested! how am I beguiled!
Vio.
Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
Oli.
Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
-- 300 --
note note
Call forth the holy father.
Duke.
Come, away!
Oli.
Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke.
Husband!
Oli.
Ay, husband: can he that deny?
Duke.
Her husband, sirrah!
Vio.
No, my lord, not I.
Oli.
Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou note fear'st.
Enter Priest. note
O, welcome, father!
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
Priest.
A contract of eternal note bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
I have travell'd but two hours.
Duke.
O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case note?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
-- 301 --
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio.
My lord, I do protest— note
Oli.
O, do not swear!
Hold note little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
Enter Sir Andrew. note
note
Sir And.
For the love of God, a surgeon! Send note one
presently to Sir Toby.
Oli.
What's the matter?
Sir And.
He has note broke my head across and has given note
Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your
help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
Oli.
Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
Sir And.
The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took
him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate note.
Duke.
My gentleman, Cesario?
Sir And.
'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.
Vio.
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.
Sir And.
If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have
hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Enter Sir Toby note and Clown.
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if
he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates note
than he did.
Duke.
How now, gentleman! how is't with you?
-- 302 --
Sir To.
That's all one: has note hurt me, and there's the
end note on't. Sot, didst note see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clo.
O, he's drunk, Sir Toby note, an hour agone; his eyes
were set at note eight i' the morning.
Sir To.
Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: note
I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli.
Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with
them?
Sir And.
I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be
dressed together.
Sir To.
Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb
and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull! note
Oli.
Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
[Exeunt note Clown, Fabian, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
noteEnter Sebastian.
Seb.
I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman note;
But, had it been the brother of my blood,
note
I must have done no less with wit and safety.
You throw a strange note regard upon note me, and by that note note
I do perceive it hath offended you:
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
Duke.
One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
-- 303 --
A natural note perspective, that is and is not!
Seb.
Antonio, O my dear Antonio!
How have the hours rack'd and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee!
Ant.
Sebastian are you?
Seb.
Fear'st thou note that, Antonio?
Ant.
How have you made division of yourself?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Oli.
Most wonderful!
Seb.
Do I stand there? I never had a brother;
Nor can there be that note deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.
note
Of charity, what kin are you to me?
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio.
Of Messaline note: Sebastian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit
You come to fright us.
Seb.
A spirit I am indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes note even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And note say ‘Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!’
Vio.
My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb.
And so had mine.
Vio.
And died that day when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb.
O, that record is lively in my soul!
He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
-- 304 --
Vio.
If nothing lets to make us happy both
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
That I am Viola: which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain note in this town,
Where lie my maiden note weeds; by whose note gentle help
I was preserved note to serve this noble count note.
All the occurrence note of my fortune since
Hath note been between this lady and this lord.
Seb. [To Olivia note]
So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:
But nature to her bias drew note in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Duke.
Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck note.
[To Viola]
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
Thou never shouldst note love woman like to me.
Vio.
And all those sayings will I over-swear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs note day from night.
Duke.
Give me thy hand;
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Vio.
The captain that did bring me first on shore
Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action
Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.
Oli.
He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither:
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
-- 305 --
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter note Clown with a letter, and Fabian. note
note
A most extracting note frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd note his.
How does he, sirrah?
Clo.
Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's
end as well as a man in his case may do: has note here writ a
letter to you; I should have given 't you to-day morning,
but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not
much when they are delivered.
Oli.
Open 't note, and read it.
Clo.
Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers
the madman. [Reads note] By the Lord, madam,—
Oli.
How now! art thou note mad?
Clo.
No, madam, I do but read madness: an note your ladyship
will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox note.
Oli.
Prithee, read note i' thy right wits note.
Clo.
So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to
read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.
Oli.
Read it you, sirrah.
[To Fabian. note
Fab. [Reads note]
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 note rule over me, yet have I the benefit note 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.
The madly-used Malvolio.
Oli.
Did he write this?
Clo.
Ay, madam.
-- 306 --
Duke.
This savours not much of distraction.
Oli.
See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
[Exit Fabian. note
My lord, so please you, these things further thought on,
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so note please you,
Here at my house and at my proper cost.
Duke.
Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
[To Viola note]
Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the mettle note of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.
Oli.
A sister! you are she note.
Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio. note
note
Duke.
Is this the madman?
Oli.
Ay, my lord, this same.
How now, Malvolio!
Mal.
Madam, you have note done me wrong,
Notorious wrong.
Oli.
Have I, Malvolio? no.
Mal.
Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter.
You must not now deny it is your hand:
Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase;
Or say 'tis not your seal, not note your invention:
You can say none of this: well, grant it then
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,
Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow stockings and to frown
-- 307 --
Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people;
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck and gull note
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.
Oli.
Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But out of question 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me thou wast mad; then note camest in note smiling,
And in such forms which here were presupposed note
Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content:
This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.
Fab.
Good madam, hear note me speak,
And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confess, myself note and Toby note
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceived against note him: Maria writ
The letter at Sir Toby's great importance;
In recompense whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge;
If that the injuries be justly weigh'd
note
That have on both sides pass'd.
-- 308 --
Oli.
Alas, poor fool note, how have they baffled thee! note
Clo.
Why, ‘some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrown note upon them.’ I was
one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all
one. ‘By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.’ But do you remember?
‘Madam, why note laugh you at such a barren rascal?
an note you smile not, he's gagged:’ and thus the whirligig note of
time brings in his revenges.
Mal.
I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
[Exit. note
Oli.
He hath been most notoriously abused.
Duke.
Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:
He hath not told us of the captain yet:
When that is known, and golden time convents note,
A solemn combination shall be made
Of our dear souls. Meantime note, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence. Cesario, come;
For so you shall be, while you are a man;
But when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.
[Exeunt note all, except Clown.
Clo. [Sings]
When that I was and note a little tiny note boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, &c.
'Gainst knaves and thieves note men shut their gate,
For the rain, &c.
-- 309 --
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, &c.
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, &c.
With toss-pots note still had note drunken note heads note,
For the rain, &c.
A great while ago the world begun note,
With hey, ho note, &c.
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day. note
[Exit. note
