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Contents
Scene 1
Scene 2
ACT 1 Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Scene 1
Scene 2
ACT 2 Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Scene 1
Scene 2
ACT 3 Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 1
ACT 4 Scene 2
Scene 3
ACT 5 Scene 1
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Textual Introduction
By Barbara Mowat and Paul Werstine
At the estate of Lady Olivia, Sir Toby Belch , Olivia’s kinsman, has
brought in Sir Andrew Aguecheek to be her suitor. A confrontation
between Olivia’s steward, Malvolio, and the partying Toby and his
cohort leads to a revenge plot against Malvolio. Malvolio is tricked
into making a fool of himself, and he is locked in a dungeon as a
lunatic.
CAPTAIN
PRIEST
Two OFFICERS
Lords, Sailors, Musicians, and other Attendants
ACT 1
Scene 1
Enter Orsino, Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other Lords,
with Musicians playing.
ORSINO
FTLN 0001 If music be the food of love, play on.
FTLN 0002 Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
FTLN 0003 The appetite may sicken and so die.
FTLN 0004 That strain again! It had a dying fall.
FTLN 0005 O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound 5
FTLN 0006 That breathes upon a bank of violets,
FTLN 0007 Stealing and giving odor. Enough; no more.
FTLN 0008 ’Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
FTLN 0009 O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
FTLN 0010 That, notwithstanding thy capacity 10
FTLN 0011 Receiveth as the sea, naught enters there,
FTLN 0012 Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
FTLN 0013 But falls into abatement and low price
FTLN 0014 Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy
FTLN 0015 That it alone is high fantastical. 15
CURIO
FTLN 0016 Will you go hunt, my lord?
FTLN 0017 ORSINO What, Curio?
FTLN 0018 CURIO The hart.
ORSINO
FTLN 0019 Why, so I do, the noblest that I have.
FTLN 0020 O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, 20
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Enter Valentine.
Scene 2
Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors.
FTLN 0076 And then ’twas fresh in murmur (as, you know,
FTLN 0077 What great ones do the less will prattle of)
FTLN 0078 That he did seek the love of fair Olivia. 35
FTLN 0079 VIOLA What’s she?
CAPTAIN
FTLN 0080 A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
FTLN 0081 That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her
FTLN 0082 In the protection of his son, her brother,
FTLN 0083 Who shortly also died, for whose dear love, 40
FTLN 0084 They say, she hath abjured the sight
FTLN 0085 And company of men.
FTLN 0086 VIOLA O, that I served that lady,
FTLN 0087 And might not be delivered to the world
FTLN 0088 Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, 45
FTLN 0089 What my estate is.
FTLN 0090 CAPTAIN That were hard to compass
FTLN 0091 Because she will admit no kind of suit,
FTLN 0092 No, not the Duke’s.
VIOLA
FTLN 0093 There is a fair behavior in thee, captain, 50
FTLN 0094 And though that nature with a beauteous wall
FTLN 0095 Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
FTLN 0096 I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
FTLN 0097 With this thy fair and outward character.
FTLN 0098 I prithee—and I’ll pay thee bounteously— 55
FTLN 0099 Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
FTLN 0100 For such disguise as haply shall become
FTLN 0101 The form of my intent. I’ll serve this duke.
FTLN 0102 Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him.
FTLN 0103 It may be worth thy pains, for I can sing 60
FTLN 0104 And speak to him in many sorts of music
FTLN 0105 That will allow me very worth his service.
FTLN 0106 What else may hap, to time I will commit.
FTLN 0107 Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
CAPTAIN
FTLN 0108 Be you his eunuch, and your mute I’ll be. 65
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FTLN 0109 When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
FTLN 0110 VIOLA I thank thee. Lead me on.
They exit.
Scene 3
Enter Sir Toby and Maria.
FTLN 0111 TOBY What a plague means my niece to take the death
FTLN 0112 of her brother thus? I am sure care’s an enemy to
FTLN 0113 life.
FTLN 0114 MARIA By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier
FTLN 0115 o’ nights. Your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions 5
FTLN 0116 to your ill hours.
FTLN 0117 TOBY Why, let her except before excepted!
FTLN 0118 MARIA Ay, but you must confine yourself within the
FTLN 0119 modest limits of order.
FTLN 0120 TOBY Confine? I’ll confine myself no finer than I am. 10
FTLN 0121 These clothes are good enough to drink in, and so
FTLN 0122 be these boots too. An they be not, let them hang
FTLN 0123 themselves in their own straps!
FTLN 0124 MARIA That quaffing and drinking will undo you. I
FTLN 0125 heard my lady talk of it yesterday, and of a foolish 15
FTLN 0126 knight that you brought in one night here to be her
FTLN 0127 wooer.
FTLN 0128 TOBY Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
FTLN 0129 MARIA Ay, he.
FTLN 0130 TOBY He’s as tall a man as any ’s in Illyria. 20
FTLN 0131 MARIA What’s that to th’ purpose?
FTLN 0132 TOBY Why, he has three thousand ducats a year!
FTLN 0133 MARIA Ay, but he’ll have but a year in all these ducats.
FTLN 0134 He’s a very fool and a prodigal.
FTLN 0135 TOBY Fie that you’ll say so! He plays o’ th’ viol-de-gamboys 25
FTLN 0136 and speaks three or four languages word
FTLN 0137 for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of
FTLN 0138 nature.
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FTLN 0154 ANDREW Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch?
FTLN 0155 TOBY Sweet Sir Andrew! 45
FTLN 0156 ANDREW, to Maria Bless you, fair shrew.
FTLN 0157 MARIA And you too, sir.
FTLN 0158 TOBY Accost, Sir Andrew, accost!
FTLN 0159 ANDREW What’s that?
FTLN 0160 TOBY My niece’s chambermaid. 50
FTLN 0161 ANDREW Good Mistress Accost, I desire better
FTLN 0162 acquaintance.
FTLN 0163 MARIA My name is Mary, sir.
FTLN 0164 ANDREW Good Mistress Mary Accost—
FTLN 0165 TOBY You mistake, knight. “Accost” is front her, board 55
FTLN 0166 her, woo her, assail her.
FTLN 0167 ANDREW By my troth, I would not undertake her in
FTLN 0168 this company. Is that the meaning of “accost”?
FTLN 0169 MARIA Fare you well, gentlemen. She begins to exit.
FTLN 0170 TOBY An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou 60
FTLN 0171 mightst never draw sword again.
FTLN 0172 ANDREW An you part so, mistress, I would I might
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FTLN 0173 never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you
FTLN 0174 have fools in hand?
FTLN 0175 MARIA Sir, I have not you by th’ hand. 65
FTLN 0176 ANDREW Marry, but you shall have, and here’s my
FTLN 0177 hand. He offers his hand.
FTLN 0178 MARIA, taking his hand Now sir, thought is free. I
FTLN 0179 pray you, bring your hand to th’ butt’ry bar and let
FTLN 0180 it drink. 70
FTLN 0181 ANDREW Wherefore, sweetheart? What’s your
FTLN 0182 metaphor?
FTLN 0183 MARIA It’s dry, sir.
FTLN 0184 ANDREW Why, I think so. I am not such an ass but I
FTLN 0185 can keep my hand dry. But what’s your jest? 75
FTLN 0186 MARIA A dry jest, sir.
FTLN 0187 ANDREW Are you full of them?
FTLN 0188 MARIA Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers’ ends. Marry,
FTLN 0189 now I let go your hand, I am barren. Maria exits.
FTLN 0190 TOBY O knight, thou lack’st a cup of canary! When did 80
FTLN 0191 I see thee so put down?
FTLN 0192 ANDREW Never in your life, I think, unless you see
FTLN 0193 canary put me down. Methinks sometimes I have
FTLN 0194 no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man
FTLN 0195 has. But I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that 85
FTLN 0196 does harm to my wit.
FTLN 0197 TOBY No question.
FTLN 0198 ANDREW An I thought that, I’d forswear it. I’ll ride
FTLN 0199 home tomorrow, Sir Toby.
FTLN 0200 TOBY Pourquoi, my dear knight? 90
FTLN 0201 ANDREW What is “pourquoi”? Do, or not do? I would I
FTLN 0202 had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in
FTLN 0203 fencing, dancing, and bearbaiting. O, had I but
FTLN 0204 followed the arts!
FTLN 0205 TOBY Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. 95
FTLN 0206 ANDREW Why, would that have mended my hair?
FTLN 0207 TOBY Past question, for thou seest it will not curl by
FTLN 0208 nature.
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FTLN 0244 TOBY What shall we do else? Were we not born under
FTLN 0245 Taurus? 135
FTLN 0246 ANDREW Taurus? That’s sides and heart.
FTLN 0247 TOBY No, sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee
FTLN 0248 caper. Sir Andrew dances. Ha, higher! Ha, ha,
FTLN 0249 excellent!
They exit.
Scene 4
Enter Valentine, and Viola in man’s attire as Cesario.
ORSINO
FTLN 0272 Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
FTLN 0273 Rather than make unprofited return.
VIOLA
FTLN 0274 Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then? 25
ORSINO
FTLN 0275 O, then unfold the passion of my love.
FTLN 0276 Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith.
FTLN 0277 It shall become thee well to act my woes.
FTLN 0278 She will attend it better in thy youth
FTLN 0279 Than in a nuncio’s of more grave aspect. 30
VIOLA
FTLN 0280 I think not so, my lord.
FTLN 0281 ORSINO Dear lad, believe it;
FTLN 0282 For they shall yet belie thy happy years
FTLN 0283 That say thou art a man. Diana’s lip
FTLN 0284 Is not more smooth and rubious, thy small pipe 35
FTLN 0285 Is as the maiden’s organ, shrill and sound,
FTLN 0286 And all is semblative a womans part.
FTLN 0287 I know thy constellation is right apt
FTLN 0288 For this affair.—Some four or five attend him,
FTLN 0289 All, if you will, for I myself am best 40
FTLN 0290 When least in company.—Prosper well in this
FTLN 0291 And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
FTLN 0292 To call his fortunes thine.
FTLN 0293 VIOLA I’ll do my best
FTLN 0294 To woo your lady. Aside. Yet a barful strife! 45
FTLN 0295 Whoe’er I woo, myself would be his wife.
They exit.
Scene 5
Enter Maria and Feste, the Fool.
FTLN 0296 MARIA Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I
FTLN 0297 will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter
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FTLN 0298 in way of thy excuse. My lady will hang thee for thy
FTLN 0299 absence.
FTLN 0300 FOOL Let her hang me. He that is well hanged in this 5
FTLN 0301 world needs to fear no colors.
FTLN 0302 MARIA Make that good.
FTLN 0303 FOOL He shall see none to fear.
FTLN 0304 MARIA A good Lenten answer. I can tell thee where
FTLN 0305 that saying was born, of “I fear no colors.” 10
FTLN 0306 FOOL Where, good Mistress Mary?
FTLN 0307 MARIA In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in
FTLN 0308 your foolery.
FTLN 0309 FOOL Well, God give them wisdom that have it, and
FTLN 0310 those that are Fools, let them use their talents. 15
FTLN 0311 MARIA Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent.
FTLN 0312 Or to be turned away, is not that as good as a
FTLN 0313 hanging to you?
FTLN 0314 FOOL Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage,
FTLN 0315 and, for turning away, let summer bear it out. 20
FTLN 0316 MARIA You are resolute, then?
FTLN 0317 FOOL Not so, neither, but I am resolved on two points.
FTLN 0318 MARIA That if one break, the other will hold, or if both
FTLN 0319 break, your gaskins fall.
FTLN 0320 FOOL Apt, in good faith, very apt. Well, go thy way. If Sir 25
FTLN 0321 Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
FTLN 0322 piece of Eve’s flesh as any in Illyria.
FTLN 0323 MARIA Peace, you rogue. No more o’ that. Here comes
FTLN 0324 my lady. Make your excuse wisely, you were best.
She exits.
FTLN 0325 FOOL, aside Wit, an ’t be thy will, put me into good 30
FTLN 0326 fooling! Those wits that think they have thee do very
FTLN 0327 oft prove fools, and I that am sure I lack thee may
FTLN 0328 pass for a wise man. For what says Quinapalus?
FTLN 0329 “Better a witty Fool than a foolish wit.”—God bless
FTLN 0330 thee, lady! 35
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FTLN 0368 MALVOLIO Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death
FTLN 0369 shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth
FTLN 0370 ever make the better Fool. 75
FTLN 0371 FOOL God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the
FTLN 0372 better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn
FTLN 0373 that I am no fox, but he will not pass his word for
FTLN 0374 twopence that you are no fool.
FTLN 0375 OLIVIA How say you to that, Malvolio? 80
FTLN 0376 MALVOLIO I marvel your Ladyship takes delight in
FTLN 0377 such a barren rascal. I saw him put down the other
FTLN 0378 day with an ordinary fool that has no more brain
FTLN 0379 than a stone. Look you now, he’s out of his guard
FTLN 0380 already. Unless you laugh and minister occasion to 85
FTLN 0381 him, he is gagged. I protest I take these wise men
FTLN 0382 that crow so at these set kind of Fools no better than
FTLN 0383 the Fools’ zanies.
FTLN 0384 OLIVIA O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
FTLN 0385 with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, 90
FTLN 0386 and of free disposition is to take those things
FTLN 0387 for bird-bolts that you deem cannon bullets. There
FTLN 0388 is no slander in an allowed Fool, though he do
FTLN 0389 nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet
FTLN 0390 man, though he do nothing but reprove. 95
FTLN 0391 FOOL Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou
FTLN 0392 speak’st well of Fools!
Enter Maria.
FTLN 0403 or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. (Malvolio
FTLN 0404 exits.) Now you see, sir, how your fooling
FTLN 0405 grows old, and people dislike it. 110
FTLN 0406 FOOL Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest
FTLN 0407 son should be a Fool, whose skull Jove cram with
FTLN 0408 brains, for—here he comes—one of thy kin has a
FTLN 0409 most weak pia mater.
Enter Malvolio.
Enter Maria.
OLIVIA
FTLN 0459 Give me my veil. Come, throw it o’er my face.
Olivia veils.
FTLN 0460 We’ll once more hear Orsino’s embassy. 165
Enter Viola.
FTLN 0461 VIOLA The honorable lady of the house, which is she?
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FTLN 0462 OLIVIA Speak to me. I shall answer for her. Your will?
FTLN 0463 VIOLA Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable
FTLN 0464 beauty—I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the
FTLN 0465 house, for I never saw her. I would be loath to cast 170
FTLN 0466 away my speech, for, besides that it is excellently
FTLN 0467 well penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
FTLN 0468 beauties, let me sustain no scorn. I am very comptible
FTLN 0469 even to the least sinister usage.
FTLN 0470 OLIVIA Whence came you, sir? 175
FTLN 0471 VIOLA I can say little more than I have studied, and
FTLN 0472 that question’s out of my part. Good gentle one,
FTLN 0473 give me modest assurance if you be the lady of the
FTLN 0474 house, that I may proceed in my speech.
FTLN 0475 OLIVIA Are you a comedian? 180
FTLN 0476 VIOLA No, my profound heart. And yet by the very
FTLN 0477 fangs of malice I swear I am not that I play. Are
FTLN 0478 you the lady of the house?
FTLN 0479 OLIVIA If I do not usurp myself, I am.
FTLN 0480 VIOLA Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp 185
FTLN 0481 yourself, for what is yours to bestow is not yours to
FTLN 0482 reserve. But this is from my commission. I will on
FTLN 0483 with my speech in your praise and then show you
FTLN 0484 the heart of my message.
FTLN 0485 OLIVIA Come to what is important in ’t. I forgive you 190
FTLN 0486 the praise.
FTLN 0487 VIOLA Alas, I took great pains to study it, and ’tis
FTLN 0488 poetical.
FTLN 0489 OLIVIA It is the more like to be feigned. I pray you,
FTLN 0490 keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates, and 195
FTLN 0491 allowed your approach rather to wonder at you than
FTLN 0492 to hear you. If you be not mad, begone; if you have
FTLN 0493 reason, be brief. ’Tis not that time of moon with me
FTLN 0494 to make one in so skipping a dialogue.
FTLN 0495 MARIA Will you hoist sail, sir? Here lies your way. 200
FTLN 0496 VIOLA No, good swabber, I am to hull here a little
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VIOLA
FTLN 0533 ’Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
FTLN 0534 Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
FTLN 0535 Lady, you are the cruel’st she alive 240
FTLN 0536 If you will lead these graces to the grave
FTLN 0537 And leave the world no copy.
FTLN 0538 OLIVIA O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted! I will give
FTLN 0539 out divers schedules of my beauty. It shall be
FTLN 0540 inventoried and every particle and utensil labeled 245
FTLN 0541 to my will: as, item, two lips indifferent red; item,
FTLN 0542 two gray eyes with lids to them; item, one neck, one
FTLN 0543 chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise
FTLN 0544 me?
VIOLA
FTLN 0545 I see you what you are. You are too proud. 250
FTLN 0546 But if you were the devil you are fair.
FTLN 0547 My lord and master loves you. O, such love
FTLN 0548 Could be but recompensed though you were
FTLN 0549 crowned
FTLN 0550 The nonpareil of beauty. 255
FTLN 0551 OLIVIA How does he love me?
FTLN 0552 VIOLA With adorations, fertile tears,
FTLN 0553 With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
OLIVIA
FTLN 0554 Your lord does know my mind. I cannot love him.
FTLN 0555 Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, 260
FTLN 0556 Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
FTLN 0557 In voices well divulged, free, learned, and valiant,
FTLN 0558 And in dimension and the shape of nature
FTLN 0559 A gracious person. But yet I cannot love him.
FTLN 0560 He might have took his answer long ago. 265
VIOLA
FTLN 0561 If I did love you in my master’s flame,
FTLN 0562 With such a suff’ring, such a deadly life,
FTLN 0563 In your denial I would find no sense.
FTLN 0564 I would not understand it.
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Enter Malvolio.
Scene 1
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
FTLN 0614 ANTONIO Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not that
FTLN 0615 I go with you?
FTLN 0616 SEBASTIAN By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly
FTLN 0617 over me. The malignancy of my fate might perhaps
FTLN 0618 distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your 5
FTLN 0619 leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad
FTLN 0620 recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
FTLN 0621 ANTONIO Let me yet know of you whither you are
FTLN 0622 bound.
FTLN 0623 SEBASTIAN No, sooth, sir. My determinate voyage is 10
FTLN 0624 mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent
FTLN 0625 a touch of modesty that you will not extort
FTLN 0626 from me what I am willing to keep in. Therefore it
FTLN 0627 charges me in manners the rather to express myself.
FTLN 0628 You must know of me, then, Antonio, my name 15
FTLN 0629 is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo. My father was
FTLN 0630 that Sebastian of Messaline whom I know you have
FTLN 0631 heard of. He left behind him myself and a sister,
FTLN 0632 both born in an hour. If the heavens had been
FTLN 0633 pleased, would we had so ended! But you, sir, 20
FTLN 0634 altered that, for some hour before you took me
FTLN 0635 from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned.
FTLN 0636 ANTONIO Alas the day!
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FTLN 0637 SEBASTIAN A lady, sir, though it was said she much
FTLN 0638 resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful. 25
FTLN 0639 But though I could not with such estimable
FTLN 0640 wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly
FTLN 0641 publish her: she bore a mind that envy could not but
FTLN 0642 call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water,
FTLN 0643 though I seem to drown her remembrance again 30
FTLN 0644 with more.
FTLN 0645 ANTONIO Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
FTLN 0646 SEBASTIAN O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
FTLN 0647 ANTONIO If you will not murder me for my love, let me
FTLN 0648 be your servant. 35
FTLN 0649 SEBASTIAN If you will not undo what you have done—
FTLN 0650 that is, kill him whom you have recovered—desire
FTLN 0651 it not. Fare you well at once. My bosom is full of
FTLN 0652 kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my
FTLN 0653 mother that, upon the least occasion more, mine 40
FTLN 0654 eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Count
FTLN 0655 Orsino’s court. Farewell. He exits.
ANTONIO
FTLN 0656 The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
FTLN 0657 I have many enemies in Orsino’s court,
FTLN 0658 Else would I very shortly see thee there. 45
FTLN 0659 But come what may, I do adore thee so
FTLN 0660 That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
He exits.
Scene 2
Enter Viola and Malvolio, at several doors.
FTLN 0661 MALVOLIO Were not you even now with the Countess
FTLN 0662 Olivia?
FTLN 0663 VIOLA Even now, sir. On a moderate pace I have since
FTLN 0664 arrived but hither.
FTLN 0665 MALVOLIO She returns this ring to you, sir. You might 5
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Scene 3
Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
FTLN 0728 FOOL I did impeticos thy gratillity, for Malvolio’s nose
FTLN 0729 is no whipstock, my lady has a white hand, and the
FTLN 0730 Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
FTLN 0731 ANDREW Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling when 30
FTLN 0732 all is done. Now, a song!
FTLN 0733 TOBY, giving money to the Fool Come on, there is
FTLN 0734 sixpence for you. Let’s have a song.
FTLN 0735 ANDREW, giving money to the Fool There’s a testril of
FTLN 0736 me, too. If one knight give a— 35
FTLN 0737 FOOL Would you have a love song or a song of good
FTLN 0738 life?
FTLN 0739 TOBY A love song, a love song.
FTLN 0740 ANDREW Ay, ay, I care not for good life.
FOOL sings
FTLN 0741 O mistress mine, where are you roaming? 40
FTLN 0742 O, stay and hear! Your truelove’s coming,
FTLN 0743 That can sing both high and low.
FTLN 0744 Trip no further, pretty sweeting.
FTLN 0745 Journeys end in lovers meeting,
FTLN 0746 Every wise man’s son doth know. 45
FTLN 0747 ANDREW Excellent good, i’ faith!
FTLN 0748 TOBY Good, good.
FOOL sings
FTLN 0749 What is love? ’Tis not hereafter.
FTLN 0750 Present mirth hath present laughter.
FTLN 0751 What’s to come is still unsure. 50
FTLN 0752 In delay there lies no plenty,
FTLN 0753 Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
FTLN 0754 Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
FTLN 0755 ANDREW A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
FTLN 0756 TOBY A contagious breath. 55
FTLN 0757 ANDREW Very sweet and contagious, i’ faith.
FTLN 0758 TOBY To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
FTLN 0759 But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall
FTLN 0760 we rouse the night owl in a catch that will draw
FTLN 0761 three souls out of one weaver? Shall we do that? 60
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Enter Maria.
Enter Malvolio.
FTLN 0788 MALVOLIO My masters, are you mad? Or what are you?
FTLN 0789 Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty but to
FTLN 0790 gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do you
FTLN 0791 make an ale-house of my lady’s house, that you 90
FTLN 0792 squeak out your coziers’ catches without any mitigation
FTLN 0793 or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of
FTLN 0794 place, persons, nor time in you?
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FTLN 0795 TOBY We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
FTLN 0796 MALVOLIO Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady 95
FTLN 0797 bade me tell you that, though she harbors you as her
FTLN 0798 kinsman, she’s nothing allied to your disorders. If
FTLN 0799 you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors,
FTLN 0800 you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would
FTLN 0801 please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to 100
FTLN 0802 bid you farewell.
TOBY sings
FTLN 0803 Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.
FTLN 0804 MARIA Nay, good Sir Toby.
FOOL sings
FTLN 0805 His eyes do show his days are almost done.
FTLN 0806 MALVOLIO Is ’t even so? 105
TOBY sings
FTLN 0807 But I will never die.
FOOL sings
FTLN 0808 Sir Toby, there you lie.
FTLN 0809 MALVOLIO This is much credit to you.
TOBY sings
FTLN 0810 Shall I bid him go?
FOOL sings
FTLN 0811 What an if you do? 110
TOBY sings
FTLN 0812 Shall I bid him go, and spare not?
FOOL sings
FTLN 0813 O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
FTLN 0814 TOBY Out o’ tune, sir? You lie. Art any more than a
FTLN 0815 steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
FTLN 0816 there shall be no more cakes and ale? 115
FTLN 0817 FOOL Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i’ th’
FTLN 0818 mouth, too.
FTLN 0819 TOBY Thou ’rt i’ th’ right.—Go, sir, rub your chain
FTLN 0820 with crumbs.—A stoup of wine, Maria!
FTLN 0821 MALVOLIO Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady’s favor 120
FTLN 0822 at anything more than contempt, you would not give
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FTLN 0823 means for this uncivil rule. She shall know of it, by
FTLN 0824 this hand. He exits.
FTLN 0825 MARIA Go shake your ears!
FTLN 0826 ANDREW ’Twere as good a deed as to drink when a 125
FTLN 0827 man’s a-hungry, to challenge him the field and
FTLN 0828 then to break promise with him and make a fool of
FTLN 0829 him.
FTLN 0830 TOBY Do ’t, knight. I’ll write thee a challenge. Or I’ll
FTLN 0831 deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. 130
FTLN 0832 MARIA Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight. Since the
FTLN 0833 youth of the Count’s was today with my lady, she is
FTLN 0834 much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me
FTLN 0835 alone with him. If I do not gull him into a nayword
FTLN 0836 and make him a common recreation, do not think I 135
FTLN 0837 have wit enough to lie straight in my bed. I know I
FTLN 0838 can do it.
FTLN 0839 TOBY Possess us, possess us, tell us something of him.
FTLN 0840 MARIA Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
FTLN 0841 ANDREW O, if I thought that, I’d beat him like a dog! 140
FTLN 0842 TOBY What, for being a puritan? Thy exquisite reason,
FTLN 0843 dear knight?
FTLN 0844 ANDREW I have no exquisite reason for ’t, but I have
FTLN 0845 reason good enough.
FTLN 0846 MARIA The devil a puritan that he is, or anything 145
FTLN 0847 constantly but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass
FTLN 0848 that cons state without book and utters it by great
FTLN 0849 swaths; the best persuaded of himself, so crammed,
FTLN 0850 as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds
FTLN 0851 of faith that all that look on him love him. And on 150
FTLN 0852 that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause
FTLN 0853 to work.
FTLN 0854 TOBY What wilt thou do?
FTLN 0855 MARIA I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
FTLN 0856 love, wherein by the color of his beard, the shape of 155
FTLN 0857 his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his
FTLN 0858 eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself
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Scene 4
Enter Orsino, Viola, Curio, and others.
ORSINO
FTLN 0891 Give me some music. Music plays. Now, good
FTLN 0892 morrow, friends.—
FTLN 0893 Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
FTLN 0894 That old and antique song we heard last night.
FTLN 0895 Methought it did relieve my passion much, 5
FTLN 0896 More than light airs and recollected terms
FTLN 0897 Of these most brisk and giddy-pacèd times.
FTLN 0898 Come, but one verse.
FTLN 0899 CURIO He is not here, so please your Lordship, that
FTLN 0900 should sing it. 10
FTLN 0901 ORSINO Who was it?
FTLN 0902 CURIO Feste the jester, my lord, a Fool that the Lady
FTLN 0903 Olivia’s father took much delight in. He is about
FTLN 0904 the house.
ORSINO
FTLN 0905 Seek him out Curio exits, and play the tune the 15
FTLN 0906 while. Music plays.
FTLN 0907 To Viola. Come hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love,
FTLN 0908 In the sweet pangs of it remember me,
FTLN 0909 For such as I am, all true lovers are,
FTLN 0910 Unstaid and skittish in all motions else 20
FTLN 0911 Save in the constant image of the creature
FTLN 0912 That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
VIOLA
FTLN 0913 It gives a very echo to the seat
FTLN 0914 Where love is throned.
FTLN 0915 ORSINO Thou dost speak masterly. 25
FTLN 0916 My life upon ’t, young though thou art, thine eye
FTLN 0917 Hath stayed upon some favor that it loves.
FTLN 0918 Hath it not, boy?
FTLN 0919 VIOLA A little, by your favor.
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ORSINO
FTLN 0920 What kind of woman is ’t? 30
FTLN 0921 VIOLA Of your complexion.
ORSINO
FTLN 0922 She is not worth thee, then. What years, i’ faith?
FTLN 0923 VIOLA About your years, my lord.
ORSINO
FTLN 0924 Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take
FTLN 0925 An elder than herself. So wears she to him; 35
FTLN 0926 So sways she level in her husband’s heart.
FTLN 0927 For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
FTLN 0928 Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
FTLN 0929 More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
FTLN 0930 Than women’s are. 40
FTLN 0931 VIOLA I think it well, my lord.
ORSINO
FTLN 0932 Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
FTLN 0933 Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
FTLN 0934 For women are as roses, whose fair flower,
FTLN 0935 Being once displayed, doth fall that very hour. 45
VIOLA
FTLN 0936 And so they are. Alas, that they are so,
FTLN 0937 To die even when they to perfection grow!
ORSINO
FTLN 0938 O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.—
FTLN 0939 Mark it, Cesario. It is old and plain;
FTLN 0940 The spinsters and the knitters in the sun 50
FTLN 0941 And the free maids that weave their thread with
FTLN 0942 bones
FTLN 0943 Do use to chant it. It is silly sooth,
FTLN 0944 And dallies with the innocence of love
FTLN 0945 Like the old age. 55
FTLN 0946 FOOL Are you ready, sir?
FTLN 0947 ORSINO Ay, prithee, sing. Music.
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The Song.
FOOL
FTLN 0948 Come away, come away, death,
FTLN 0949 And in sad cypress let me be laid.
FTLN 0950 Fly away, fly away, breath, 60
FTLN 0951 I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
FTLN 0952 My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
FTLN 0953 O, prepare it!
FTLN 0954 My part of death, no one so true
FTLN 0955 Did share it. 65
VIOLA
FTLN 1012 A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
FTLN 1013 But let concealment, like a worm i’ th’ bud,
FTLN 1014 Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
FTLN 1015 And with a green and yellow melancholy 125
FTLN 1016 She sat like Patience on a monument,
FTLN 1017 Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
FTLN 1018 We men may say more, swear more, but indeed
FTLN 1019 Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
FTLN 1020 Much in our vows but little in our love. 130
ORSINO
FTLN 1021 But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
VIOLA
FTLN 1022 I am all the daughters of my father’s house,
FTLN 1023 And all the brothers, too—and yet I know not.
FTLN 1024 Sir, shall I to this lady?
FTLN 1025 ORSINO Ay, that’s the theme. 135
FTLN 1026 To her in haste. Give her this jewel. Say
FTLN 1027 My love can give no place, bide no denay.
He hands her a jewel and they exit.
Scene 5
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Enter Maria.
Enter Malvolio.
FTLN 1049 MALVOLIO ’Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once
FTLN 1050 told me she did affect me, and I have heard herself
FTLN 1051 come thus near, that should she fancy, it should be
FTLN 1052 one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a 25
FTLN 1053 more exalted respect than anyone else that follows
FTLN 1054 her. What should I think on ’t?
FTLN 1055 TOBY, aside Here’s an overweening rogue.
FTLN 1056 FABIAN, aside O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare
FTLN 1057 turkeycock of him. How he jets under his advanced 30
FTLN 1058 plumes!
FTLN 1059 ANDREW, aside ’Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
FTLN 1060 TOBY, aside Peace, I say.
FTLN 1061 MALVOLIO To be Count Malvolio.
FTLN 1062 TOBY, aside Ah, rogue! 35
FTLN 1063 ANDREW, aside Pistol him, pistol him!
FTLN 1064 TOBY, aside Peace, peace!
FTLN 1065 MALVOLIO There is example for ’t. The lady of the
FTLN 1066 Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
FTLN 1067 ANDREW, aside Fie on him, Jezebel! 40
FTLN 1068 FABIAN, aside O, peace, now he’s deeply in. Look how
FTLN 1069 imagination blows him.
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FTLN 1140 MALVOLIO “M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.” Nay, but first
FTLN 1141 let me see, let me see, let me see.
FTLN 1142 FABIAN, aside What dish o’ poison has she dressed 115
FTLN 1143 him!
FTLN 1144 TOBY, aside And with what wing the staniel checks
FTLN 1145 at it!
FTLN 1146 MALVOLIO “I may command where I adore.” Why, she
FTLN 1147 may command me; I serve her; she is my lady. Why, 120
FTLN 1148 this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no
FTLN 1149 obstruction in this. And the end—what should that
FTLN 1150 alphabetical position portend? If I could make that
FTLN 1151 resemble something in me! Softly! “M.O.A.I.”—
FTLN 1152 TOBY, aside O, ay, make up that.—He is now at a cold 125
FTLN 1153 scent.
FTLN 1154 FABIAN, aside Sowter will cry upon ’t for all this,
FTLN 1155 though it be as rank as a fox.
FTLN 1156 MALVOLIO “M”—Malvolio. “M”—why, that begins
FTLN 1157 my name! 130
FTLN 1158 FABIAN, aside Did not I say he would work it out? The
FTLN 1159 cur is excellent at faults.
FTLN 1160 MALVOLIO “M.” But then there is no consonancy in
FTLN 1161 the sequel that suffers under probation. “A” should
FTLN 1162 follow, but “O” does. 135
FTLN 1163 FABIAN, aside And “O” shall end, I hope.
FTLN 1164 TOBY, aside Ay, or I’ll cudgel him and make him cry
FTLN 1165 “O.”
FTLN 1166 MALVOLIO And then “I” comes behind.
FTLN 1167 FABIAN, aside Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you 140
FTLN 1168 might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes
FTLN 1169 before you.
FTLN 1170 MALVOLIO “M.O.A.I.” This simulation is not as the
FTLN 1171 former, and yet to crush this a little, it would bow
FTLN 1172 to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. 145
FTLN 1173 Soft, here follows prose.
FTLN 1174 He reads. If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my
FTLN 1175 stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness.
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FTLN 1176 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and
FTLN 1177 some have greatness thrust upon ’em. Thy fates open 150
FTLN 1178 their hands. Let thy blood and spirit embrace them.
FTLN 1179 And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast
FTLN 1180 thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be opposite with
FTLN 1181 a kinsman, surly with servants. Let thy tongue tang
FTLN 1182 arguments of state. Put thyself into the trick of singularity. 155
FTLN 1183 She thus advises thee that sighs for thee.
FTLN 1184 Remember who commended thy yellow stockings and
FTLN 1185 wished to see thee ever cross-gartered. I say, remember.
FTLN 1186 Go to, thou art made, if thou desir’st to be so. If
FTLN 1187 not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of 160
FTLN 1188 servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune’s fingers.
FTLN 1189 Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,
FTLN 1190 The Fortunate-Unhappy.
FTLN 1191 Daylight and champian discovers not more! This is
FTLN 1192 open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I 165
FTLN 1193 will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance,
FTLN 1194 I will be point-devise the very man. I do not
FTLN 1195 now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for
FTLN 1196 every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me.
FTLN 1197 She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she 170
FTLN 1198 did praise my leg being cross-gartered, and in this
FTLN 1199 she manifests herself to my love and, with a kind of
FTLN 1200 injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I
FTLN 1201 thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout,
FTLN 1202 in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with 175
FTLN 1203 the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be
FTLN 1204 praised! Here is yet a postscript.
FTLN 1205 He reads. Thou canst not choose but know who I
FTLN 1206 am. If thou entertain’st my love, let it appear in thy
FTLN 1207 smiling; thy smiles become thee well. Therefore in my 180
FTLN 1208 presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.
FTLN 1209 Jove, I thank thee! I will smile. I will do everything
FTLN 1210 that thou wilt have me. He exits.
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FTLN 1211 FABIAN I will not give my part of this sport for a
FTLN 1212 pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. 185
FTLN 1213 TOBY I could marry this wench for this device.
FTLN 1214 ANDREW So could I too.
FTLN 1215 TOBY And ask no other dowry with her but such
FTLN 1216 another jest.
FTLN 1217 ANDREW Nor I neither. 190
Enter Maria.
Scene 1
Enter Viola and Feste, the Fool, playing a tabor.
FTLN 1240 VIOLA Save thee, friend, and thy music. Dost thou live
FTLN 1241 by thy tabor?
FTLN 1242 FOOL No, sir, I live by the church.
FTLN 1243 VIOLA Art thou a churchman?
FTLN 1244 FOOL No such matter, sir. I do live by the church, for I 5
FTLN 1245 do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the
FTLN 1246 church.
FTLN 1247 VIOLA So thou mayst say the king lies by a beggar if a
FTLN 1248 beggar dwell near him, or the church stands by thy
FTLN 1249 tabor if thy tabor stand by the church. 10
FTLN 1250 FOOL You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is
FTLN 1251 but a chev’ril glove to a good wit. How quickly the
FTLN 1252 wrong side may be turned outward!
FTLN 1253 VIOLA Nay, that’s certain. They that dally nicely with
FTLN 1254 words may quickly make them wanton. 15
FTLN 1255 FOOL I would therefore my sister had had no name,
FTLN 1256 sir.
FTLN 1257 VIOLA Why, man?
FTLN 1258 FOOL Why, sir, her name’s a word, and to dally with
FTLN 1259 that word might make my sister wanton. But, 20
FTLN 1260 indeed, words are very rascals since bonds disgraced
FTLN 1261 them.
FTLN 1262 VIOLA Thy reason, man?
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FTLN 1263 FOOL Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words,
FTLN 1264 and words are grown so false I am loath to prove 25
FTLN 1265 reason with them.
FTLN 1266 VIOLA I warrant thou art a merry fellow and car’st for
FTLN 1267 nothing.
FTLN 1268 FOOL Not so, sir. I do care for something. But in my
FTLN 1269 conscience, sir, I do not care for you. If that be to 30
FTLN 1270 care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you
FTLN 1271 invisible.
FTLN 1272 VIOLA Art not thou the Lady Olivia’s Fool?
FTLN 1273 FOOL No, indeed, sir. The Lady Olivia has no folly. She
FTLN 1274 will keep no Fool, sir, till she be married, and Fools 35
FTLN 1275 are as like husbands as pilchers are to herrings: the
FTLN 1276 husband’s the bigger. I am indeed not her Fool but
FTLN 1277 her corrupter of words.
FTLN 1278 VIOLA I saw thee late at the Count Orsino’s.
FTLN 1279 FOOL Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the 40
FTLN 1280 sun; it shines everywhere. I would be sorry, sir, but
FTLN 1281 the Fool should be as oft with your master as with
FTLN 1282 my mistress. I think I saw your Wisdom there.
FTLN 1283 VIOLA Nay, an thou pass upon me, I’ll no more with
FTLN 1284 thee. Hold, there’s expenses for thee. Giving a 45
coin.
FTLN 1285 FOOL Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send
FTLN 1286 thee a beard!
FTLN 1287 VIOLA By my troth I’ll tell thee, I am almost sick for
FTLN 1288 one, aside though I would not have it grow on my
FTLN 1289 chin.—Is thy lady within? 50
FTLN 1290 FOOL Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
FTLN 1291 VIOLA Yes, being kept together and put to use.
FTLN 1292 FOOL I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to
FTLN 1293 bring a Cressida to this Troilus.
FTLN 1294 VIOLA I understand you, sir. ’Tis well begged. Giving 55
another coin.
FTLN 1295 FOOL The matter I hope is not great, sir, begging but a
FTLN 1296 beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir.
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FTLN 1297 I will conster to them whence you come. Who you
FTLN 1298 are and what you would are out of my welkin—I
FTLN 1299 might say “element,” but the word is overworn. 60
He exits.
VIOLA
FTLN 1300 This fellow is wise enough to play the Fool,
FTLN 1301 And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
FTLN 1302 He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
FTLN 1303 The quality of persons, and the time,
FTLN 1304 And, like the haggard, check at every feather 65
FTLN 1305 That comes before his eye. This is a practice
FTLN 1306 As full of labor as a wise man’s art:
FTLN 1307 For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
FTLN 1308 But wise men, folly-fall’n, quite taint their wit.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1386 If I think so, I think the same of you.
VIOLA
FTLN 1387 Then think you right. I am not what I am.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1388 I would you were as I would have you be.
VIOLA
FTLN 1389 Would it be better, madam, than I am? 150
FTLN 1390 I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
OLIVIA, aside
FTLN 1391 O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
FTLN 1392 In the contempt and anger of his lip!
FTLN 1393 A murd’rous guilt shows not itself more soon
FTLN 1394 Than love that would seem hid. Love’s night is 155
FTLN 1395 noon.—
FTLN 1396 Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
FTLN 1397 By maidhood, honor, truth, and everything,
FTLN 1398 I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
FTLN 1399 Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. 160
FTLN 1400 Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
FTLN 1401 For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
FTLN 1402 But rather reason thus with reason fetter:
FTLN 1403 Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
VIOLA
FTLN 1404 By innocence I swear, and by my youth, 165
FTLN 1405 I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
FTLN 1406 And that no woman has, nor never none
FTLN 1407 Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
FTLN 1408 And so adieu, good madam. Nevermore
FTLN 1409 Will I my master’s tears to you deplore. 170
OLIVIA
FTLN 1410 Yet come again, for thou perhaps mayst move
FTLN 1411 That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
They exit in different directions.
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Scene 2
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
FTLN 1412 ANDREW No, faith, I’ll not stay a jot longer.
FTLN 1413 TOBY Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
FTLN 1414 FABIAN You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
FTLN 1415 ANDREW Marry, I saw your niece do more favors to the
FTLN 1416 Count’s servingman than ever she bestowed upon 5
FTLN 1417 me. I saw ’t i’ th’ orchard.
FTLN 1418 TOBY Did she see thee the while, old boy? Tell me
FTLN 1419 that.
FTLN 1420 ANDREW As plain as I see you now.
FTLN 1421 FABIAN This was a great argument of love in her toward 10
FTLN 1422 you.
FTLN 1423 ANDREW ’Slight, will you make an ass o’ me?
FTLN 1424 FABIAN I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of
FTLN 1425 judgment and reason.
FTLN 1426 TOBY And they have been grand-jurymen since before 15
FTLN 1427 Noah was a sailor.
FTLN 1428 FABIAN She did show favor to the youth in your sight
FTLN 1429 only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse
FTLN 1430 valor, to put fire in your heart and brimstone in
FTLN 1431 your liver. You should then have accosted her, and 20
FTLN 1432 with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint,
FTLN 1433 you should have banged the youth into dumbness.
FTLN 1434 This was looked for at your hand, and this was
FTLN 1435 balked. The double gilt of this opportunity you let
FTLN 1436 time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north 25
FTLN 1437 of my lady’s opinion, where you will hang like an
FTLN 1438 icicle on a Dutchman’s beard, unless you do redeem
FTLN 1439 it by some laudable attempt either of valor or
FTLN 1440 policy.
FTLN 1441 ANDREW An ’t be any way, it must be with valor, for 30
FTLN 1442 policy I hate. I had as lief be a Brownist as a
FTLN 1443 politician.
FTLN 1444 TOBY Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis
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Enter Maria.
FTLN 1476 TOBY Look where the youngest wren of mine comes. 65
FTLN 1477 MARIA If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves
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Scene 3
Enter Sebastian and Antonio.
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 1494 I would not by my will have troubled you,
FTLN 1495 But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
FTLN 1496 I will no further chide you.
ANTONIO
FTLN 1497 I could not stay behind you. My desire,
FTLN 1498 More sharp than filèd steel, did spur me forth; 5
FTLN 1499 And not all love to see you, though so much
FTLN 1500 As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,
FTLN 1501 But jealousy what might befall your travel,
FTLN 1502 Being skill-less in these parts, which to a stranger,
FTLN 1503 Unguided and unfriended, often prove 10
FTLN 1504 Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,
FTLN 1505 The rather by these arguments of fear,
FTLN 1506 Set forth in your pursuit.
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FTLN 1537 Whiles you beguile the time and feed your
FTLN 1538 knowledge 45
FTLN 1539 With viewing of the town. There shall you have me.
FTLN 1540 SEBASTIAN Why I your purse?
ANTONIO
FTLN 1541 Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
FTLN 1542 You have desire to purchase, and your store,
FTLN 1543 I think, is not for idle markets, sir. 50
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 1544 I’ll be your purse-bearer and leave you
FTLN 1545 For an hour.
FTLN 1546 ANTONIO To th’ Elephant.
FTLN 1547 SEBASTIAN I do remember.
They exit in different directions.
Scene 4
Enter Olivia and Maria.
OLIVIA, aside
FTLN 1548 I have sent after him. He says he’ll come.
FTLN 1549 How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
FTLN 1550 For youth is bought more oft than begged or
FTLN 1551 borrowed.
FTLN 1552 I speak too loud.— 5
FTLN 1553 Where’s Malvolio? He is sad and civil
FTLN 1554 And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
FTLN 1555 Where is Malvolio?
FTLN 1556 MARIA He’s coming, madam, but in very strange manner.
FTLN 1557 He is sure possessed, madam. 10
FTLN 1558 OLIVIA Why, what’s the matter? Does he rave?
FTLN 1559 MARIA No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your
FTLN 1560 Ladyship were best to have some guard about you if
FTLN 1561 he come, for sure the man is tainted in ’s wits.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1562 Go call him hither. Maria exits. I am as mad as he, 15
FTLN 1563 If sad and merry madness equal be.
ACT 3. SC. 4
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Enter Servant.
FTLN 1638 TOBY Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all
FTLN 1639 the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion
FTLN 1640 himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.
FTLN 1641 FABIAN Here he is, here he is.—How is ’t with you, sir?
FTLN 1642 How is ’t with you, man? 95
FTLN 1643 MALVOLIO Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my
FTLN 1644 private. Go off.
FTLN 1645 MARIA, to Toby Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks
FTLN 1646 within him! Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady
FTLN 1647 prays you to have a care of him. 100
FTLN 1648 MALVOLIO Aha, does she so?
FTLN 1649 TOBY, to Fabian and Maria Go to, go to! Peace, peace.
FTLN 1650 We must deal gently with him. Let me alone.—How
FTLN 1651 do you, Malvolio? How is ’t with you? What, man,
FTLN 1652 defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind. 105
FTLN 1653 MALVOLIO Do you know what you say?
FTLN 1654 MARIA, to Toby La you, an you speak ill of the devil,
FTLN 1655 how he takes it at heart! Pray God he be not
FTLN 1656 bewitched!
FTLN 1657 FABIAN Carry his water to th’ wisewoman. 110
FTLN 1658 MARIA Marry, and it shall be done tomorrow morning
FTLN 1659 if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than
FTLN 1660 I’ll say.
FTLN 1661 MALVOLIO How now, mistress?
FTLN 1662 MARIA O Lord! 115
FTLN 1663 TOBY Prithee, hold thy peace. This is not the way. Do
FTLN 1664 you not see you move him? Let me alone with
FTLN 1665 him.
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FTLN 1752 FABIAN Here he comes with your niece. Give them 205
FTLN 1753 way till he take leave, and presently after him.
FTLN 1754 TOBY I will meditate the while upon some horrid
FTLN 1755 message for a challenge.
Toby, Fabian, and Maria exit.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1756 I have said too much unto a heart of stone
FTLN 1757 And laid mine honor too unchary on ’t. 210
FTLN 1758 There’s something in me that reproves my fault,
FTLN 1759 But such a headstrong potent fault it is
FTLN 1760 That it but mocks reproof.
VIOLA
FTLN 1761 With the same ’havior that your passion bears
FTLN 1762 Goes on my master’s griefs. 215
OLIVIA
FTLN 1763 Here, wear this jewel for me. ’Tis my picture.
FTLN 1764 Refuse it not. It hath no tongue to vex you.
FTLN 1765 And I beseech you come again tomorrow.
FTLN 1766 What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny,
FTLN 1767 That honor, saved, may upon asking give? 220
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VIOLA
FTLN 1768 Nothing but this: your true love for my master.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1769 How with mine honor may I give him that
FTLN 1770 Which I have given to you?
FTLN 1771 VIOLA I will acquit you.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1772 Well, come again tomorrow. Fare thee well. 225
FTLN 1773 A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
She exits.
FTLN 1831 TOBY Why, man, he’s a very devil. I have not seen such
FTLN 1832 a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, 285
FTLN 1833 and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such
FTLN 1834 a mortal motion that it is inevitable; and on the
FTLN 1835 answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hits the
FTLN 1836 ground they step on. They say he has been fencer
FTLN 1837 to the Sophy. 290
FTLN 1838 ANDREW Pox on ’t! I’ll not meddle with him.
FTLN 1839 TOBY Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can
FTLN 1840 scarce hold him yonder.
FTLN 1841 ANDREW Plague on ’t! An I thought he had been
FTLN 1842 valiant, and so cunning in fence, I’d have seen him 295
FTLN 1843 damned ere I’d have challenged him. Let him let
FTLN 1844 the matter slip, and I’ll give him my horse, gray
FTLN 1845 Capilet.
FTLN 1846 TOBY I’ll make the motion. Stand here, make a good
FTLN 1847 show on ’t. This shall end without the perdition of 300
FTLN 1848 souls. Aside. Marry, I’ll ride your horse as well as I
FTLN 1849 ride you.
Enter Antonio.
ANTONIO, to Andrew
FTLN 1873 Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
FTLN 1874 Have done offense, I take the fault on me.
FTLN 1875 If you offend him, I for him defy you.
FTLN 1876 TOBY You, sir? Why, what are you?
ANTONIO, drawing his sword
FTLN 1877 One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more 330
FTLN 1878 Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
TOBY, drawing his sword
FTLN 1879 Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
Enter Officers.
FTLN 1880 FABIAN O, good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
FTLN 1881 TOBY, to Antonio I’ll be with you anon.
FTLN 1882 VIOLA, to Andrew Pray, sir, put your sword up, if 335
FTLN 1883 you please.
FTLN 1884 ANDREW Marry, will I, sir. And for that I promised
FTLN 1885 you, I’ll be as good as my word. He will bear you
FTLN 1886 easily, and reins well.
FTLN 1887 FIRST OFFICER This is the man. Do thy office. 340
FTLN 1888 SECOND OFFICER Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of
FTLN 1889 Count Orsino.
FTLN 1890 ANTONIO You do mistake me, sir.
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FIRST OFFICER
FTLN 1891 No, sir, no jot. I know your favor well,
FTLN 1892 Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.— 345
FTLN 1893 Take him away. He knows I know him well.
ANTONIO
FTLN 1894 I must obey. To Viola. This comes with seeking
FTLN 1895 you.
FTLN 1896 But there’s no remedy. I shall answer it.
FTLN 1897 What will you do, now my necessity 350
FTLN 1898 Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me
FTLN 1899 Much more for what I cannot do for you
FTLN 1900 Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed,
FTLN 1901 But be of comfort.
FTLN 1902 SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, away. 355
ANTONIO, to Viola
FTLN 1903 I must entreat of you some of that money.
FTLN 1904 VIOLA What money, sir?
FTLN 1905 For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
FTLN 1906 And part being prompted by your present trouble,
FTLN 1907 Out of my lean and low ability 360
FTLN 1908 I’ll lend you something. My having is not much.
FTLN 1909 I’ll make division of my present with you.
FTLN 1910 Hold, there’s half my coffer. Offering him money.
FTLN 1911 ANTONIO Will you deny me now?
FTLN 1912 Is ’t possible that my deserts to you 365
FTLN 1913 Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
FTLN 1914 Lest that it make me so unsound a man
FTLN 1915 As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
FTLN 1916 That I have done for you.
FTLN 1917 VIOLA I know of none, 370
FTLN 1918 Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
FTLN 1919 I hate ingratitude more in a man
FTLN 1920 Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness,
FTLN 1921 Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
FTLN 1922 Inhabits our frail blood— 375
FTLN 1923 ANTONIO O heavens themselves!
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FTLN 1952 TOBY A very dishonest, paltry boy, and more a coward 405
FTLN 1953 than a hare. His dishonesty appears in leaving his
FTLN 1954 friend here in necessity and denying him; and for
FTLN 1955 his cowardship, ask Fabian.
FTLN 1956 FABIAN A coward, a most devout coward, religious
FTLN 1957 in it. 410
FTLN 1958 ANDREW ’Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.
FTLN 1959 TOBY Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy
FTLN 1960 sword.
FTLN 1961 ANDREW An I do not—
FTLN 1962 FABIAN Come, let’s see the event. 415
FTLN 1963 TOBY I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet.
They exit.
ACT 4
Scene 1
Enter Sebastian and Feste, the Fool.
FTLN 1964 FOOL Will you make me believe that I am not sent for
FTLN 1965 you?
FTLN 1966 SEBASTIAN Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow. Let
FTLN 1967 me be clear of thee.
FTLN 1968 FOOL Well held out, i’ faith. No, I do not know you, nor 5
FTLN 1969 I am not sent to you by my lady to bid you come
FTLN 1970 speak with her, nor your name is not Master
FTLN 1971 Cesario, nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing
FTLN 1972 that is so is so.
FTLN 1973 SEBASTIAN I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else. 10
FTLN 1974 Thou know’st not me.
FTLN 1975 FOOL Vent my folly? He has heard that word of some
FTLN 1976 great man and now applies it to a Fool. Vent my
FTLN 1977 folly? I am afraid this great lubber the world will
FTLN 1978 prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness 15
FTLN 1979 and tell me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall I
FTLN 1980 vent to her that thou art coming?
FTLN 1981 SEBASTIAN I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.
FTLN 1982 There’s money for thee. Giving money. If you
FTLN 1983 tarry longer, I shall give worse payment. 20
FTLN 1984 FOOL By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise
FTLN 1985 men that give Fools money get themselves a good
FTLN 1986 report—after fourteen years’ purchase.
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FTLN 1987 ANDREW, to Sebastian Now, sir, have I met you again?
FTLN 1988 There’s for you. He strikes Sebastian. 25
FTLN 1989 SEBASTIAN, returning the blow Why, there’s for thee,
FTLN 1990 and there, and there.—Are all the people mad?
FTLN 1991 TOBY Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the
FTLN 1992 house.
FTLN 1993 FOOL, aside This will I tell my lady straight. I would 30
FTLN 1994 not be in some of your coats for twopence.
He exits.
FTLN 1995 TOBY, seizing Sebastian Come on, sir, hold!
FTLN 1996 ANDREW Nay, let him alone. I’ll go another way to
FTLN 1997 work with him. I’ll have an action of battery against
FTLN 1998 him, if there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck 35
FTLN 1999 him first, yet it’s no matter for that.
FTLN 2000 SEBASTIAN, to Toby Let go thy hand!
FTLN 2001 TOBY Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young
FTLN 2002 soldier, put up your iron. You are well fleshed.
FTLN 2003 Come on. 40
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 2004 I will be free from thee.
He pulls free and draws his sword.
FTLN 2005 What wouldst thou now?
FTLN 2006 If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
FTLN 2007 TOBY What, what? Nay, then, I must have an ounce or
FTLN 2008 two of this malapert blood from you. 45
He draws his sword.
Enter Olivia.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2009 Hold, Toby! On thy life I charge thee, hold!
FTLN 2010 TOBY Madam.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2011 Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
FTLN 2012 Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
ACT 4. SC. 2
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Scene 2
Enter Maria and Feste, the Fool.
FTLN 2034 MARIA Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;
FTLN 2035 make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate. Do
FTLN 2036 it quickly. I’ll call Sir Toby the whilst. She exits.
FTLN 2037 FOOL Well, I’ll put it on and I will dissemble myself in
FTLN 2038 ’t, and I would I were the first that ever dissembled 5
FTLN 2039 in such a gown. He puts on gown and beard. I am
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FTLN 2040 not tall enough to become the function well, nor
FTLN 2041 lean enough to be thought a good student, but to be
FTLN 2042 said an honest man and a good housekeeper goes as
FTLN 2043 fairly as to say a careful man and a great scholar. 10
FTLN 2044 The competitors enter.
Malvolio within.
FTLN 2107 any safety this sport the upshot. Come by and by
FTLN 2108 to my chamber. 75
Toby and Maria exit.
FOOL sings, in his own voice
FTLN 2109 Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
FTLN 2110 Tell me how thy lady does.
FTLN 2111 MALVOLIO Fool!
FOOL sings
FTLN 2112 My lady is unkind, perdy.
FTLN 2113 MALVOLIO Fool! 80
FOOL sings
FTLN 2114 Alas, why is she so?
FTLN 2115 MALVOLIO Fool, I say!
FOOL sings
FTLN 2116 She loves another—
FTLN 2117 Who calls, ha?
FTLN 2118 MALVOLIO Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at 85
FTLN 2119 my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and
FTLN 2120 paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful
FTLN 2121 to thee for ’t.
FTLN 2122 FOOL Master Malvolio?
FTLN 2123 MALVOLIO Ay, good Fool. 90
FTLN 2124 FOOL Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?
FTLN 2125 MALVOLIO Fool, there was never man so notoriously
FTLN 2126 abused. I am as well in my wits, Fool, as thou art.
FTLN 2127 FOOL But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be
FTLN 2128 no better in your wits than a Fool. 95
FTLN 2129 MALVOLIO They have here propertied me, keep me in
FTLN 2130 darkness, send ministers to me—asses!—and do
FTLN 2131 all they can to face me out of my wits.
FTLN 2132 FOOL Advise you what you say. The minister is here.
FTLN 2133 In the voice of Sir Topas. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy 100
FTLN 2134 wits the heavens restore. Endeavor thyself to sleep
FTLN 2135 and leave thy vain bibble-babble.
FTLN 2136 MALVOLIO Sir Topas!
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FTLN 2137 FOOL, as Sir Topas Maintain no words with him, good
FTLN 2138 fellow. As Fool. Who, I, sir? Not I, sir! God buy 105
FTLN 2139 you, good Sir Topas. As Sir Topas. Marry, amen.
FTLN 2140 As Fool. I will, sir, I will.
FTLN 2141 MALVOLIO Fool! Fool! Fool, I say!
FTLN 2142 FOOL Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am
FTLN 2143 shent for speaking to you. 110
FTLN 2144 MALVOLIO Good Fool, help me to some light and some
FTLN 2145 paper. I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any
FTLN 2146 man in Illyria.
FTLN 2147 FOOL Welladay that you were, sir!
FTLN 2148 MALVOLIO By this hand, I am. Good Fool, some ink, 115
FTLN 2149 paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to
FTLN 2150 my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the
FTLN 2151 bearing of letter did.
FTLN 2152 FOOL I will help you to ’t. But tell me true, are you not
FTLN 2153 mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit? 120
FTLN 2154 MALVOLIO Believe me, I am not. I tell thee true.
FTLN 2155 FOOL Nay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his
FTLN 2156 brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
FTLN 2157 MALVOLIO Fool, I’ll requite it in the highest degree. I
FTLN 2158 prithee, begone. 125
FOOL sings
FTLN 2159 I am gone, sir, and anon, sir,
FTLN 2160 I’ll be with you again,
FTLN 2161 In a trice, like to the old Vice,
FTLN 2162 Your need to sustain.
FTLN 2163 Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath, 130
FTLN 2164 Cries “aha!” to the devil;
FTLN 2165 Like a mad lad, “Pare thy nails, dad!
FTLN 2166 Adieu, goodman devil.”
He exits.
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155 Twelfth Night
Scene 3
Enter Sebastian.
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 2167 This is the air; that is the glorious sun.
FTLN 2168 This pearl she gave me, I do feel ’t and see ’t.
FTLN 2169 And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
FTLN 2170 Yet ’tis not madness. Where’s Antonio, then?
FTLN 2171 I could not find him at the Elephant. 5
FTLN 2172 Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
FTLN 2173 That he did range the town to seek me out.
FTLN 2174 His counsel now might do me golden service.
FTLN 2175 For though my soul disputes well with my sense
FTLN 2176 That this may be some error, but no madness, 10
FTLN 2177 Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
FTLN 2178 So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
FTLN 2179 That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
FTLN 2180 And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
FTLN 2181 To any other trust but that I am mad— 15
FTLN 2182 Or else the lady’s mad. Yet if ’twere so,
FTLN 2183 She could not sway her house, command her
FTLN 2184 followers,
FTLN 2185 Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
FTLN 2186 With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing 20
FTLN 2187 As I perceive she does. There’s something in ’t
FTLN 2188 That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
OLIVIA, to Sebastian
FTLN 2189 Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
FTLN 2190 Now go with me and with this holy man
FTLN 2191 Into the chantry by. There, before him 25
FTLN 2192 And underneath that consecrated roof,
FTLN 2193 Plight me the full assurance of your faith,
FTLN 2194 That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
FTLN 2195 May live at peace. He shall conceal it
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Scene 1
Enter Feste, the Fool and Fabian.
FTLN 2204 FABIAN Now, as thou lov’st me, let me see his letter.
FTLN 2205 FOOL Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
FTLN 2206 FABIAN Anything.
FTLN 2207 FOOL Do not desire to see this letter.
FTLN 2208 FABIAN This is to give a dog and in recompense desire 5
FTLN 2209 my dog again.
ORSINO
FTLN 2210 Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
FTLN 2211 FOOL Ay, sir, we are some of her trappings.
ORSINO
FTLN 2212 I know thee well. How dost thou, my good fellow?
FTLN 2213 FOOL Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse 10
FTLN 2214 for my friends.
ORSINO
FTLN 2215 Just the contrary: the better for thy friends.
FTLN 2216 FOOL No, sir, the worse.
FTLN 2217 ORSINO How can that be?
FTLN 2218 FOOL Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. 15
FTLN 2219 Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by
FTLN 2220 my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and
FTLN 2221 by my friends I am abused. So that, conclusions to
FTLN 2222 be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two
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FTLN 2223 affirmatives, why then the worse for my friends and 20
FTLN 2224 the better for my foes.
FTLN 2225 ORSINO Why, this is excellent.
FTLN 2226 FOOL By my troth, sir, no—though it please you to be
FTLN 2227 one of my friends.
ORSINO, giving a coin
FTLN 2228 Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there’s gold. 25
FTLN 2229 FOOL But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would
FTLN 2230 you could make it another.
FTLN 2231 ORSINO O, you give me ill counsel.
FTLN 2232 FOOL Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
FTLN 2233 and let your flesh and blood obey it. 30
FTLN 2234 ORSINO Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a
FTLN 2235 double-dealer: there’s another. He gives a coin.
FTLN 2236 FOOL Primo, secundo, tertio is a good play, and the old
FTLN 2237 saying is, the third pays for all. The triplex, sir, is a
FTLN 2238 good tripping measure, or the bells of Saint Bennet, 35
FTLN 2239 sir, may put you in mind—one, two, three.
FTLN 2240 ORSINO You can fool no more money out of me at this
FTLN 2241 throw. If you will let your lady know I am here to
FTLN 2242 speak with her, and bring her along with you, it
FTLN 2243 may awake my bounty further. 40
FTLN 2244 FOOL Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come
FTLN 2245 again. I go, sir, but I would not have you to think
FTLN 2246 that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
FTLN 2247 But, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap. I
FTLN 2248 will awake it anon. He exits. 45
VIOLA
FTLN 2249 Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
ORSINO
FTLN 2250 That face of his I do remember well.
FTLN 2251 Yet when I saw it last, it was besmeared
FTLN 2252 As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.
FTLN 2253 A baubling vessel was he captain of, 50
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ORSINO
FTLN 2299 Here comes the Countess. Now heaven walks on
FTLN 2300 Earth!—
FTLN 2301 But for thee, fellow: fellow, thy words are madness.
FTLN 2302 Three months this youth hath tended upon me—
FTLN 2303 But more of that anon. To an Officer. Take him 100
FTLN 2304 aside.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2305 What would my lord, but that he may not have,
FTLN 2306 Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?—
FTLN 2307 Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
FTLN 2308 VIOLA Madam? 105
FTLN 2309 ORSINO Gracious Olivia—
OLIVIA
FTLN 2310 What do you say, Cesario?—Good my lord—
VIOLA
FTLN 2311 My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2312 If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
FTLN 2313 It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear 110
FTLN 2314 As howling after music.
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ORSINO
FTLN 2315 Still so cruel?
FTLN 2316 OLIVIA Still so constant, lord.
ORSINO
FTLN 2317 What, to perverseness? You, uncivil lady,
FTLN 2318 To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars 115
FTLN 2319 My soul the faithful’st off’rings have breathed out
FTLN 2320 That e’er devotion tendered—what shall I do?
OLIVIA
FTLN 2321 Even what it please my lord that shall become him.
ORSINO
FTLN 2322 Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
FTLN 2323 Like to th’ Egyptian thief at point of death, 120
FTLN 2324 Kill what I love?—a savage jealousy
FTLN 2325 That sometime savors nobly. But hear me this:
FTLN 2326 Since you to nonregardance cast my faith,
FTLN 2327 And that I partly know the instrument
FTLN 2328 That screws me from my true place in your favor, 125
FTLN 2329 Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still.
FTLN 2330 But this your minion, whom I know you love,
FTLN 2331 And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
FTLN 2332 Him will I tear out of that cruel eye
FTLN 2333 Where he sits crownèd in his master’s spite.— 130
FTLN 2334 Come, boy, with me. My thoughts are ripe in
FTLN 2335 mischief.
FTLN 2336 I’ll sacrifice the lamb that I do love
FTLN 2337 To spite a raven’s heart within a dove.
VIOLA
FTLN 2338 And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, 135
FTLN 2339 To do you rest a thousand deaths would die.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2340 Where goes Cesario?
FTLN 2341 VIOLA After him I love
FTLN 2342 More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
FTLN 2343 More by all mores than e’er I shall love wife. 140
FTLN 2344 If I do feign, you witnesses above,
FTLN 2345 Punish my life for tainting of my love.
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OLIVIA
FTLN 2346 Ay me, detested! How am I beguiled!
VIOLA
FTLN 2347 Who does beguile you? Who does do you wrong?
OLIVIA
FTLN 2348 Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?— 145
FTLN 2349 Call forth the holy father. An Attendant exits.
FTLN 2350 ORSINO, to Viola Come, away!
OLIVIA
FTLN 2351 Whither, my lord?—Cesario, husband, stay.
ORSINO
FTLN 2352 Husband?
FTLN 2353 OLIVIA Ay, husband. Can he that deny? 150
ORSINO
FTLN 2354 Her husband, sirrah?
FTLN 2355 VIOLA No, my lord, not I.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2356 Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
FTLN 2357 That makes thee strangle thy propriety.
FTLN 2358 Fear not, Cesario. Take thy fortunes up. 155
FTLN 2359 Be that thou know’st thou art, and then thou art
FTLN 2360 As great as that thou fear’st.
Enter Priest.
FTLN 2385 ANDREW For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one
FTLN 2386 presently to Sir Toby.
FTLN 2387 OLIVIA What’s the matter?
FTLN 2388 ANDREW Has broke my head across, and has given Sir 185
FTLN 2389 Toby a bloody coxcomb too. For the love of God,
FTLN 2390 your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at
FTLN 2391 home.
FTLN 2392 OLIVIA Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
FTLN 2393 ANDREW The Count’s gentleman, one Cesario. We took 190
FTLN 2394 him for a coward, but he’s the very devil
FTLN 2395 incardinate.
FTLN 2396 ORSINO My gentleman Cesario?
FTLN 2397 ANDREW ’Od’s lifelings, here he is!—You broke my
FTLN 2398 head for nothing, and that that I did, I was set on to 195
FTLN 2399 do ’t by Sir Toby.
VIOLA
FTLN 2400 Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you.
FTLN 2401 You drew your sword upon me without cause,
FTLN 2402 But I bespake you fair and hurt you not.
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FTLN 2403 ANDREW If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt 200
FTLN 2404 me. I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
FTLN 2405 Here comes Sir Toby halting. You shall hear
FTLN 2406 more. But if he had not been in drink, he would
FTLN 2407 have tickled you othergates than he did.
FTLN 2408 ORSINO How now, gentleman? How is ’t with you? 205
FTLN 2409 TOBY That’s all one. Has hurt me, and there’s th’ end
FTLN 2410 on ’t. To Fool. Sot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot?
FTLN 2411 FOOL O, he’s drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes
FTLN 2412 were set at eight i’ th’ morning.
FTLN 2413 TOBY Then he’s a rogue and a passy-measures pavin. I 210
FTLN 2414 hate a drunken rogue.
FTLN 2415 OLIVIA Away with him! Who hath made this havoc
FTLN 2416 with them?
FTLN 2417 ANDREW I’ll help you, Sir Toby, because we’ll be
FTLN 2418 dressed together. 215
FTLN 2419 TOBY Will you help?—an ass-head, and a coxcomb,
FTLN 2420 and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull?
OLIVIA
FTLN 2421 Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked to.
Toby, Andrew, Fool, and Fabian exit.
Enter Sebastian.
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 2422 I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman,
FTLN 2423 But, had it been the brother of my blood, 220
FTLN 2424 I must have done no less with wit and safety.
FTLN 2425 You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
FTLN 2426 I do perceive it hath offended you.
FTLN 2427 Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
FTLN 2428 We made each other but so late ago. 225
ORSINO
FTLN 2429 One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons!
FTLN 2430 A natural perspective, that is and is not!
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SEBASTIAN
FTLN 2431 Antonio, O, my dear Antonio!
FTLN 2432 How have the hours racked and tortured me
FTLN 2433 Since I have lost thee! 230
ANTONIO
FTLN 2434 Sebastian are you?
FTLN 2435 SEBASTIAN Fear’st thou that, Antonio?
ANTONIO
FTLN 2436 How have you made division of yourself?
FTLN 2437 An apple cleft in two is not more twin
FTLN 2438 Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? 235
FTLN 2439 OLIVIA Most wonderful!
SEBASTIAN, looking at Viola
FTLN 2440 Do I stand there? I never had a brother,
FTLN 2441 Nor can there be that deity in my nature
FTLN 2442 Of here and everywhere. I had a sister
FTLN 2443 Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured. 240
FTLN 2444 Of charity, what kin are you to me?
FTLN 2445 What countryman? What name? What parentage?
VIOLA
FTLN 2446 Of Messaline. Sebastian was my father.
FTLN 2447 Such a Sebastian was my brother too.
FTLN 2448 So went he suited to his watery tomb. 245
FTLN 2449 If spirits can assume both form and suit,
FTLN 2450 You come to fright us.
FTLN 2451 SEBASTIAN A spirit I am indeed,
FTLN 2452 But am in that dimension grossly clad
FTLN 2453 Which from the womb I did participate. 250
FTLN 2454 Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
FTLN 2455 I should my tears let fall upon your cheek
FTLN 2456 And say “Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.”
VIOLA
FTLN 2457 My father had a mole upon his brow.
FTLN 2458 SEBASTIAN And so had mine. 255
VIOLA
FTLN 2459 And died that day when Viola from her birth
FTLN 2460 Had numbered thirteen years.
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SEBASTIAN
FTLN 2461 O, that record is lively in my soul!
FTLN 2462 He finishèd indeed his mortal act
FTLN 2463 That day that made my sister thirteen years. 260
VIOLA
FTLN 2464 If nothing lets to make us happy both
FTLN 2465 But this my masculine usurped attire,
FTLN 2466 Do not embrace me till each circumstance
FTLN 2467 Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
FTLN 2468 That I am Viola; which to confirm, 265
FTLN 2469 I’ll bring you to a captain in this town,
FTLN 2470 Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
FTLN 2471 I was preserved to serve this noble count.
FTLN 2472 All the occurrence of my fortune since
FTLN 2473 Hath been between this lady and this lord. 270
SEBASTIAN, to Olivia
FTLN 2474 So comes it, lady, you have been mistook.
FTLN 2475 But nature to her bias drew in that.
FTLN 2476 You would have been contracted to a maid.
FTLN 2477 Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived:
FTLN 2478 You are betrothed both to a maid and man. 275
ORSINO, to Olivia
FTLN 2479 Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
FTLN 2480 If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
FTLN 2481 I shall have share in this most happy wrack.—
FTLN 2482 Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
FTLN 2483 Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. 280
VIOLA
FTLN 2484 And all those sayings will I overswear,
FTLN 2485 And all those swearings keep as true in soul
FTLN 2486 As doth that orbèd continent the fire
FTLN 2487 That severs day from night.
FTLN 2488 ORSINO Give me thy hand, 285
FTLN 2489 And let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds.
VIOLA
FTLN 2490 The Captain that did bring me first on shore
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FTLN 2524 the semblance I put on, with the which I doubt not but
FTLN 2525 to do myself much right or you much shame. Think of
FTLN 2526 me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of
FTLN 2527 and speak out of my injury.
FTLN 2528 The madly used Malvolio. 325
FTLN 2529 OLIVIA Did he write this?
FTLN 2530 FOOL Ay, madam.
ORSINO
FTLN 2531 This savors not much of distraction.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2532 See him delivered, Fabian. Bring him hither.
Fabian exits.
FTLN 2533 To Orsino. My lord, so please you, these things 330
FTLN 2534 further thought on,
FTLN 2535 To think me as well a sister as a wife,
FTLN 2536 One day shall crown th’ alliance on ’t, so please
FTLN 2537 you,
FTLN 2538 Here at my house, and at my proper cost. 335
ORSINO
FTLN 2539 Madam, I am most apt t’ embrace your offer.
FTLN 2540 To Viola. Your master quits you; and for your
FTLN 2541 service done him,
FTLN 2542 So much against the mettle of your sex,
FTLN 2543 So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, 340
FTLN 2544 And since you called me “master” for so long,
FTLN 2545 Here is my hand. You shall from this time be
FTLN 2546 Your master’s mistress.
FTLN 2547 OLIVIA, to Viola A sister! You are she.
ORSINO
FTLN 2548 Is this the madman? 345
FTLN 2549 OLIVIA Ay, my lord, this same.—
FTLN 2550 How now, Malvolio?
FTLN 2551 MALVOLIO Madam, you have done me
FTLN 2552 wrong,
FTLN 2553 Notorious wrong. 350
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