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 --
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