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 00055 O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
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 001010 That, notwithstanding thy capacity
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 001515 That it alone is high fantastical.
CURIO 
FTLN 0016 Will you go hunt, my lord?
ORSINO  FTLN 0017 What, Curio?
CURIO  FTLN 0018 The hart.
ORSINO 
FTLN 0019 Why, so I do, the noblest that I have.
FTLN 002020 O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

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FTLN 0021 Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
FTLN 0022 That instant was I turned into a hart,
FTLN 0023 And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
FTLN 0024 E’er since pursue me.

Enter Valentine.

FTLN 002525 How now, what news from her?
VALENTINE 
FTLN 0026 So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
FTLN 0027 But from her handmaid do return this answer:
FTLN 0028 The element itself, till seven years’ heat,
FTLN 0029 Shall not behold her face at ample view,
FTLN 003030 But like a cloistress she will veilèd walk,
FTLN 0031 And water once a day her chamber round
FTLN 0032 With eye-offending brine—all this to season
FTLN 0033 A brother’s dead love, which she would keep fresh
FTLN 0034 And lasting in her sad remembrance.
ORSINO 
FTLN 003535 O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
FTLN 0036 To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
FTLN 0037 How will she love when the rich golden shaft
FTLN 0038 Hath killed the flock of all affections else
FTLN 0039 That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart,
FTLN 004040 These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and filled
FTLN 0041 Her sweet perfections with one self king!
FTLN 0042 Away before me to sweet beds of flowers!
FTLN 0043 Love thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.
They exit.

Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors.

VIOLA  FTLN 0044What country, friends, is this?
CAPTAIN  FTLN 0045This is Illyria, lady.
VIOLA 
FTLN 0046 And what should I do in Illyria?

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FTLN 0047 My brother he is in Elysium.
FTLN 00485 Perchance he is not drowned.—What think you,
FTLN 0049 sailors?
CAPTAIN 
FTLN 0050 It is perchance that you yourself were saved.
VIOLA 
FTLN 0051 O, my poor brother! And so perchance may he be.
CAPTAIN 
FTLN 0052 True, madam. And to comfort you with chance,
FTLN 005310 Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
FTLN 0054 When you and those poor number saved with you
FTLN 0055 Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
FTLN 0056 Most provident in peril, bind himself
FTLN 0057 (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
FTLN 005815 To a strong mast that lived upon the sea,
FTLN 0059 Where, like Arion on the dolphin’s back,
FTLN 0060 I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
FTLN 0061 So long as I could see.
VIOLA , giving him money  FTLN 0062 For saying so, there’s gold.
FTLN 006320 Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
FTLN 0064 Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
FTLN 0065 The like of him. Know’st thou this country?
CAPTAIN 
FTLN 0066 Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and born
FTLN 0067 Not three hours’ travel from this very place.
VIOLA  FTLN 006825Who governs here?
CAPTAIN 
FTLN 0069 A noble duke, in nature as in name.
VIOLA  FTLN 0070What is his name?
CAPTAIN  FTLN 0071Orsino.
VIOLA 
FTLN 0072 Orsino. I have heard my father name him.
FTLN 007330 He was a bachelor then.
CAPTAIN 
FTLN 0074 And so is now, or was so very late;
FTLN 0075 For but a month ago I went from hence,

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FTLN 0076 And then ’twas fresh in murmur (as, you know,
FTLN 0077 What great ones do the less will prattle of)
FTLN 007835 That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
VIOLA  FTLN 0079What’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 008340 Who shortly also died, for whose dear love,
FTLN 0084 They say, she hath abjured the sight
FTLN 0085 And company of men.
VIOLA  FTLN 0086 O, that I served that lady,
FTLN 0087 And might not be delivered to the world
FTLN 008845 Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
FTLN 0089 What my estate is.
CAPTAIN  FTLN 0090 That were hard to compass
FTLN 0091 Because she will admit no kind of suit,
FTLN 0092 No, not the Duke’s.
VIOLA 
FTLN 009350 There is a fair behavior in thee, captain,
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 009855 I prithee—and I’ll pay thee bounteously—
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 010360 It may be worth thy pains, for I can sing
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 010865 Be you his eunuch, and your mute I’ll be.

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FTLN 0109 When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
VIOLA  FTLN 0110I thank thee. Lead me on.
They exit.

Enter Sir Toby and Maria.

TOBY  FTLN 0111What 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.
MARIA  FTLN 0114By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier
FTLN 01155 o’ nights. Your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions
FTLN 0116 to your ill hours.
TOBY  FTLN 0117Why, let her except before excepted!
MARIA  FTLN 0118Ay, but you must confine yourself within the
FTLN 0119 modest limits of order.
TOBY  FTLN 012010Confine? I’ll confine myself no finer than I am.
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!
MARIA  FTLN 0124That quaffing and drinking will undo you. I
FTLN 012515 heard my lady talk of it yesterday, and of a foolish
FTLN 0126 knight that you brought in one night here to be her
FTLN 0127 wooer.
TOBY  FTLN 0128Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
MARIA  FTLN 0129Ay, he.
TOBY  FTLN 013020He’s as tall a man as any ’s in Illyria.
MARIA  FTLN 0131What’s that to th’ purpose?
TOBY  FTLN 0132Why, he has three thousand ducats a year!
MARIA  FTLN 0133Ay, but he’ll have but a year in all these ducats.
FTLN 0134 He’s a very fool and a prodigal.
TOBY  FTLN 013525Fie, that you’ll say so! He plays o’ th’ viol-de-gamboys,
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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MARIA  FTLN 0139He hath indeed, almost natural, for, besides
FTLN 014030 that he’s a fool, he’s a great quarreler, and, but that
FTLN 0141 he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath
FTLN 0142 in quarreling, ’tis thought among the prudent he
FTLN 0143 would quickly have the gift of a grave.
TOBY  FTLN 0144By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors
FTLN 014535 that say so of him. Who are they?
MARIA  FTLN 0146They that add, moreover, he’s drunk nightly in
FTLN 0147 your company.
TOBY  FTLN 0148With drinking healths to my niece. I’ll drink to
FTLN 0149 her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
FTLN 015040 drink in Illyria. He’s a coward and a coistrel that
FTLN 0151 will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o’ th’
FTLN 0152 toe like a parish top. What, wench! Castiliano vulgo,
FTLN 0153 for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.

Enter Sir Andrew.

ANDREW  FTLN 0154Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch?
TOBY  FTLN 015545Sweet Sir Andrew!
ANDREW , to Maria  FTLN 0156Bless you, fair shrew.
MARIA  FTLN 0157And you too, sir.
TOBY  FTLN 0158Accost, Sir Andrew, accost!
ANDREW  FTLN 0159What’s that?
TOBY  FTLN 016050My niece’s chambermaid.
ANDREW  FTLN 0161Good Mistress Accost, I desire better
FTLN 0162 acquaintance.
MARIA  FTLN 0163My name is Mary, sir.
ANDREW  FTLN 0164Good Mistress Mary Accost—
TOBY  FTLN 016555You mistake, knight. “Accost” is front her, board
FTLN 0166 her, woo her, assail her.
ANDREW  FTLN 0167By my troth, I would not undertake her in
FTLN 0168 this company. Is that the meaning of “accost”?
MARIA  FTLN 0169Fare you well, gentlemen. She begins to exit.
TOBY  FTLN 017060An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou
FTLN 0171 mightst never draw sword again.
ANDREW  FTLN 0172An 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?
MARIA  FTLN 017565Sir, I have not you by th’ hand.
ANDREW  FTLN 0176Marry, but you shall have, and here’s my
FTLN 0177 hand. He offers his hand.
MARIA , taking his hand  FTLN 0178Now sir, thought is free. I
FTLN 0179 pray you, bring your hand to th’ butt’ry bar and let
FTLN 018070 it drink.
ANDREW  FTLN 0181Wherefore, sweetheart? What’s your
FTLN 0182 metaphor?
MARIA  FTLN 0183It’s dry, sir.
ANDREW  FTLN 0184Why, I think so. I am not such an ass but I
FTLN 018575 can keep my hand dry. But what’s your jest?
MARIA  FTLN 0186A dry jest, sir.
ANDREW  FTLN 0187Are you full of them?
MARIA  FTLN 0188Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers’ ends. Marry,
FTLN 0189 now I let go your hand, I am barren. Maria exits.
TOBY  FTLN 019080O knight, thou lack’st a cup of canary! When did
FTLN 0191 I see thee so put down?
ANDREW  FTLN 0192Never 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 019585 has. But I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that
FTLN 0196 does harm to my wit.
TOBY  FTLN 0197No question.
ANDREW  FTLN 0198An I thought that, I’d forswear it. I’ll ride
FTLN 0199 home tomorrow, Sir Toby.
TOBY  FTLN 020090Pourquoi, my dear knight?
ANDREW  FTLN 0201What 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!
TOBY  FTLN 020595Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
ANDREW  FTLN 0206Why, would that have mended my hair?
TOBY  FTLN 0207Past question, for thou seest it will not curl by
FTLN 0208 nature.

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ANDREW  FTLN 0209But it becomes me well enough, does ’t not?
TOBY  FTLN 0210100Excellent! It hangs like flax on a distaff, and I
FTLN 0211 hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs
FTLN 0212 and spin it off.
ANDREW  FTLN 0213Faith, I’ll home tomorrow, Sir Toby. Your
FTLN 0214 niece will not be seen, or if she be, it’s four to one
FTLN 0215105 she’ll none of me. The Count himself here hard by
FTLN 0216 woos her.
TOBY  FTLN 0217She’ll none o’ th’ Count. She’ll not match above
FTLN 0218 her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit. I have
FTLN 0219 heard her swear ’t. Tut, there’s life in ’t, man.
ANDREW  FTLN 0220110I’ll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o’ th’
FTLN 0221 strangest mind i’ th’ world. I delight in masques
FTLN 0222 and revels sometimes altogether.
TOBY  FTLN 0223Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?
ANDREW  FTLN 0224As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be,
FTLN 0225115 under the degree of my betters, and yet I will not
FTLN 0226 compare with an old man.
TOBY  FTLN 0227What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
ANDREW  FTLN 0228Faith, I can cut a caper.
TOBY  FTLN 0229And I can cut the mutton to ’t.
ANDREW  FTLN 0230120And I think I have the back-trick simply as
FTLN 0231 strong as any man in Illyria.
TOBY  FTLN 0232Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore have
FTLN 0233 these gifts a curtain before ’em? Are they like to
FTLN 0234 take dust, like Mistress Mall’s picture? Why dost
FTLN 0235125 thou not go to church in a galliard and come home
FTLN 0236 in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig. I would
FTLN 0237 not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace.
FTLN 0238 What dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues
FTLN 0239 in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy
FTLN 0240130 leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
ANDREW  FTLN 0241Ay, ’tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
FTLN 0242 dun-colored stock. Shall we set about some
FTLN 0243 revels?

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TOBY  FTLN 0244What shall we do else? Were we not born under
FTLN 0245135 Taurus?
ANDREW  FTLN 0246Taurus? That’s sides and heart.
TOBY  FTLN 0247No, 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.

Enter Valentine, and Viola in man’s attire as Cesario.

VALENTINE  FTLN 0250If the Duke continue these favors towards
FTLN 0251 you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced. He
FTLN 0252 hath known you but three days, and already you
FTLN 0253 are no stranger.
VIOLA  FTLN 02545You either fear his humor or my negligence, that
FTLN 0255 you call in question the continuance of his love. Is
FTLN 0256 he inconstant, sir, in his favors?
VALENTINE  FTLN 0257No, believe me.
VIOLA  FTLN 0258I thank you.

Enter Orsino, Curio, and Attendants.

FTLN 025910 Here comes the Count.
ORSINO  FTLN 0260Who saw Cesario, ho?
VIOLA  FTLN 0261On your attendance, my lord, here.
ORSINO , to Curio and Attendants 
FTLN 0262 Stand you awhile aloof.—Cesario,
FTLN 0263 Thou know’st no less but all. I have unclasped
FTLN 026415 To thee the book even of my secret soul.
FTLN 0265 Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her.
FTLN 0266 Be not denied access. Stand at her doors
FTLN 0267 And tell them, there thy fixèd foot shall grow
FTLN 0268 Till thou have audience.
VIOLA  FTLN 026920 Sure, my noble lord,
FTLN 0270 If she be so abandoned to her sorrow
FTLN 0271 As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

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ORSINO 
FTLN 0272 Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
FTLN 0273 Rather than make unprofited return.
VIOLA 
FTLN 027425 Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
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 027930 Than in a nuncio’s of more grave aspect.
VIOLA 
FTLN 0280 I think not so, my lord.
ORSINO  FTLN 0281 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 028435 Is not more smooth and rubious, thy small pipe
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 028940 All, if you will, for I myself am best
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.
VIOLA  FTLN 0293 I’ll do my best
FTLN 029445 To woo your lady.  Aside. Yet a barful strife!
FTLN 0295 Whoe’er I woo, myself would be his wife.
They exit.

Enter Maria and Feste, the Fool.

MARIA  FTLN 0296Nay, 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.
FOOL  FTLN 03005Let her hang me. He that is well hanged in this
FTLN 0301 world needs to fear no colors.
MARIA  FTLN 0302Make that good.
FOOL  FTLN 0303He shall see none to fear.
MARIA  FTLN 0304A good Lenten answer. I can tell thee where
FTLN 030510 that saying was born, of “I fear no colors.”
FOOL  FTLN 0306Where, good Mistress Mary?
MARIA  FTLN 0307In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in
FTLN 0308 your foolery.
FOOL  FTLN 0309Well, God give them wisdom that have it, and
FTLN 031015 those that are Fools, let them use their talents.
MARIA  FTLN 0311Yet 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?
FOOL  FTLN 0314Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage,
FTLN 031520 and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.
MARIA  FTLN 0316You are resolute, then?
FOOL  FTLN 0317Not so, neither, but I am resolved on two points.
MARIA  FTLN 0318That if one break, the other will hold, or, if both
FTLN 0319 break, your gaskins fall.
FOOL  FTLN 032025Apt, in good faith, very apt. Well, go thy way. If Sir
FTLN 0321 Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
FTLN 0322 piece of Eve’s flesh as any in Illyria.
MARIA  FTLN 0323Peace, you rogue. No more o’ that. Here comes
FTLN 0324 my lady. Make your excuse wisely, you were best.
She exits.

Enter Lady Olivia with Malvolio and Attendants.

FOOL , aside  FTLN 032530Wit, an ’t be thy will, put me into good
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 033035 thee, lady!

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OLIVIA  FTLN 0331Take the Fool away.
FOOL  FTLN 0332Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the Lady.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0333Go to, you’re a dry Fool. I’ll no more of you.
FTLN 0334 Besides, you grow dishonest.
FOOL  FTLN 033540Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel
FTLN 0336 will amend. For give the dry Fool drink, then is
FTLN 0337 the Fool not dry. Bid the dishonest man mend
FTLN 0338 himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he
FTLN 0339 cannot, let the botcher mend him. Anything that’s
FTLN 034045 mended is but patched; virtue that transgresses is
FTLN 0341 but patched with sin, and sin that amends is but
FTLN 0342 patched with virtue. If that this simple syllogism
FTLN 0343 will serve, so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is
FTLN 0344 no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty’s a flower.
FTLN 034550 The Lady bade take away the Fool. Therefore, I say
FTLN 0346 again, take her away.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0347Sir, I bade them take away you.
FOOL  FTLN 0348Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus
FTLN 0349 non facit monachum. That’s as much to say as, I
FTLN 035055 wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give
FTLN 0351 me leave to prove you a fool.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0352Can you do it?
FOOL  FTLN 0353Dexteriously, good madonna.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0354Make your proof.
FOOL  FTLN 035560I must catechize you for it, madonna. Good my
FTLN 0356 mouse of virtue, answer me.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0357Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I’ll bide
FTLN 0358 your proof.
FOOL  FTLN 0359Good madonna, why mourn’st thou?
OLIVIA  FTLN 036065Good Fool, for my brother’s death.
FOOL  FTLN 0361I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0362I know his soul is in heaven, Fool.
FOOL  FTLN 0363The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your
FTLN 0364 brother’s soul, being in heaven. Take away the fool,
FTLN 036570 gentlemen.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0366What think you of this Fool, Malvolio? Doth he
FTLN 0367 not mend?

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MALVOLIO  FTLN 0368Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death
FTLN 0369 shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth
FTLN 037075 ever make the better Fool.
FOOL  FTLN 0371God 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.
OLIVIA  FTLN 037580How say you to that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0376I 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 038085 already. Unless you laugh and minister occasion to
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.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0384O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
FTLN 038590 with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless,
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 039095 man, though he do nothing but reprove.
FOOL  FTLN 0391Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou
FTLN 0392 speak’st well of Fools!

Enter Maria.

MARIA  FTLN 0393Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman
FTLN 0394 much desires to speak with you.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0395100From the Count Orsino, is it?
MARIA  FTLN 0396I know not, madam. ’Tis a fair young man, and
FTLN 0397 well attended.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0398Who of my people hold him in delay?
MARIA  FTLN 0399Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0400105Fetch him off, I pray you. He speaks nothing
FTLN 0401 but madman. Fie on him!  Maria exits. Go you,
FTLN 0402 Malvolio. If it be a suit from the Count, I am sick,

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FTLN 0403 or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it.  (Malvolio
 exits.)  FTLN 0404Now you see, sir, how your fooling
FTLN 0405110 grows old, and people dislike it.
FOOL  FTLN 0406Thou 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 Sir Toby.

OLIVIA  FTLN 0410115By mine honor, half drunk!—What is he at the
FTLN 0411 gate, cousin?
TOBY  FTLN 0412A gentleman.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0413A gentleman? What gentleman?
TOBY  FTLN 0414’Tis a gentleman here.—a plague o’ these pickle
FTLN 0415120 herring!—How now, sot?
FOOL  FTLN 0416Good Sir Toby.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0417Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by
FTLN 0418 this lethargy?
TOBY  FTLN 0419Lechery? I defy lechery. There’s one at the gate.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0420125Ay, marry, what is he?
TOBY  FTLN 0421Let him be the devil an he will, I care not. Give
FTLN 0422 me faith, say I. Well, it’s all one. He exits.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0423What’s a drunken man like, Fool?
FOOL  FTLN 0424Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One
FTLN 0425130 draught above heat makes him a fool, the second
FTLN 0426 mads him, and a third drowns him.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0427Go thou and seek the crowner and let him sit o’
FTLN 0428 my coz, for he’s in the third degree of drink: he’s
FTLN 0429 drowned. Go look after him.
FOOL  FTLN 0430135He is but mad yet, madonna, and the Fool shall
FTLN 0431 look to the madman. He exits.

Enter Malvolio.

MALVOLIO  FTLN 0432Madam, yond young fellow swears he will
FTLN 0433 speak with you. I told him you were sick; he takes

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FTLN 0434 on him to understand so much, and therefore
FTLN 0435140 comes to speak with you. I told him you were
FTLN 0436 asleep; he seems to have a foreknowledge of that
FTLN 0437 too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is
FTLN 0438 to be said to him, lady? He’s fortified against any
FTLN 0439 denial.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0440145Tell him he shall not speak with me.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0441Has been told so, and he says he’ll stand at
FTLN 0442 your door like a sheriff’s post and be the supporter
FTLN 0443 to a bench, but he’ll speak with you.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0444What kind o’ man is he?
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0445150Why, of mankind.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0446What manner of man?
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0447Of very ill manner. He’ll speak with you,
FTLN 0448 will you or no.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0449Of what personage and years is he?
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0450155Not yet old enough for a man, nor young
FTLN 0451 enough for a boy—as a squash is before ’tis a
FTLN 0452 peascod, or a codling when ’tis almost an apple. ’Tis
FTLN 0453 with him in standing water, between boy and man.
FTLN 0454 He is very well-favored, and he speaks very shrewishly.
FTLN 0455160 One would think his mother’s milk were
FTLN 0456 scarce out of him.
OLIVIA 
FTLN 0457 Let him approach. Call in my gentlewoman.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0458Gentlewoman, my lady calls. He exits.

Enter Maria.

OLIVIA 
FTLN 0459 Give me my veil. Come, throw it o’er my face.
Olivia veils.
FTLN 0460165 We’ll once more hear Orsino’s embassy.

Enter Viola.

VIOLA  FTLN 0461The honorable lady of the house, which is she?

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OLIVIA  FTLN 0462Speak to me. I shall answer for her. Your will?
VIOLA  FTLN 0463Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable
FTLN 0464 beauty—I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the
FTLN 0465170 house, for I never saw her. I would be loath to cast
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.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0470175Whence came you, sir?
VIOLA  FTLN 0471I 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.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0475180Are you a comedian?
VIOLA  FTLN 0476No, 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?
OLIVIA  FTLN 0479If I do not usurp myself, I am.
VIOLA  FTLN 0480185Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp
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.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0485190Come to what is important in ’t. I forgive you
FTLN 0486 the praise.
VIOLA  FTLN 0487Alas, I took great pains to study it, and ’tis
FTLN 0488 poetical.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0489It is the more like to be feigned. I pray you,
FTLN 0490195 keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates, and
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.
MARIA  FTLN 0495200Will you hoist sail, sir? Here lies your way.
VIOLA  FTLN 0496No, good swabber, I am to hull here a little

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FTLN 0497 longer.—Some mollification for your giant, sweet
FTLN 0498 lady.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0499Tell me your mind.
VIOLA  FTLN 0500205I am a messenger.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0501Sure you have some hideous matter to deliver
FTLN 0502 when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your
FTLN 0503 office.
VIOLA  FTLN 0504It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture
FTLN 0505210 of war, no taxation of homage. I hold the olive in
FTLN 0506 my hand. My words are as full of peace as matter.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0507Yet you began rudely. What are you? What
FTLN 0508 would you?
VIOLA  FTLN 0509The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
FTLN 0510215 learned from my entertainment. What I am and
FTLN 0511 what I would are as secret as maidenhead: to your
FTLN 0512 ears, divinity; to any other’s, profanation.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0513Give us the place alone. We will hear this
FTLN 0514 divinity.  Maria and Attendants exit. Now, sir, what
FTLN 0515220 is your text?
VIOLA  FTLN 0516Most sweet lady—
OLIVIA  FTLN 0517A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said
FTLN 0518 of it. Where lies your text?
VIOLA  FTLN 0519In Orsino’s bosom.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0520225In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom?
VIOLA  FTLN 0521To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0522O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more
FTLN 0523 to say?
VIOLA  FTLN 0524Good madam, let me see your face.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0525230Have you any commission from your lord to
FTLN 0526 negotiate with my face? You are now out of your
FTLN 0527 text. But we will draw the curtain and show you the
FTLN 0528 picture.  She removes her veil. Look you, sir, such a
FTLN 0529 one I was this present. Is ’t not well done?
VIOLA  FTLN 0530235Excellently done, if God did all.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0531’Tis in grain, sir; ’twill endure wind and
FTLN 0532 weather.

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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 0535240 Lady, you are the cruel’st she alive
FTLN 0536 If you will lead these graces to the grave
FTLN 0537 And leave the world no copy.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0538O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted! I will give
FTLN 0539 out divers schedules of my beauty. It shall be
FTLN 0540245 inventoried and every particle and utensil labeled
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 0545250 I see you what you are. You are too proud.
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 0550255 The nonpareil of beauty.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0551 How does he love me?
VIOLA  FTLN 0552With 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 0555260 Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
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 0560265 He might have took his answer long ago.
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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OLIVIA  FTLN 0565270 Why, what would you?
VIOLA 
FTLN 0566 Make me a willow cabin at your gate
FTLN 0567 And call upon my soul within the house,
FTLN 0568 Write loyal cantons of contemnèd love
FTLN 0569 And sing them loud even in the dead of night,
FTLN 0570275 Hallow your name to the reverberate hills
FTLN 0571 And make the babbling gossip of the air
FTLN 0572 Cry out “Olivia!” O, you should not rest
FTLN 0573 Between the elements of air and earth
FTLN 0574 But you should pity me.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0575280 You might do much.
FTLN 0576 What is your parentage?
VIOLA 
FTLN 0577 Above my fortunes, yet my state is well.
FTLN 0578 I am a gentleman.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0579 Get you to your lord.
FTLN 0580285 I cannot love him. Let him send no more—
FTLN 0581 Unless perchance you come to me again
FTLN 0582 To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well.
FTLN 0583 I thank you for your pains. Spend this for me.
She offers money.
VIOLA 
FTLN 0584 I am no fee’d post, lady. Keep your purse.
FTLN 0585290 My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
FTLN 0586 Love make his heart of flint that you shall love,
FTLN 0587 And let your fervor, like my master’s, be
FTLN 0588 Placed in contempt. Farewell, fair cruelty. She exits.
OLIVIA  FTLN 0589“What is your parentage?”
FTLN 0590295 “Above my fortunes, yet my state is well.
FTLN 0591 I am a gentleman.” I’ll be sworn thou art.
FTLN 0592 Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit
FTLN 0593 Do give thee fivefold blazon. Not too fast! Soft,
FTLN 0594 soft!
FTLN 0595300 Unless the master were the man. How now?
FTLN 0596 Even so quickly may one catch the plague?

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FTLN 0597 Methinks I feel this youth’s perfections
FTLN 0598 With an invisible and subtle stealth
FTLN 0599 To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.—
FTLN 0600305 What ho, Malvolio!

Enter Malvolio.

MALVOLIO  FTLN 0601 Here, madam, at your service.
OLIVIA 
FTLN 0602 Run after that same peevish messenger,
FTLN 0603 The County’s man. He left this ring behind him,
FTLN 0604 Would I or not. Tell him I’ll none of it.
She hands him a ring.
FTLN 0605310 Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
FTLN 0606 Nor hold him up with hopes. I am not for him.
FTLN 0607 If that the youth will come this way tomorrow,
FTLN 0608 I’ll give him reasons for ’t. Hie thee, Malvolio.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0609Madam, I will. He exits.
OLIVIA 
FTLN 0610315 I do I know not what, and fear to find
FTLN 0611 Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
FTLN 0612 Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe.
FTLN 0613 What is decreed must be, and be this so.
She exits.

Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

ANTONIO  FTLN 0614Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not that
FTLN 0615 I go with you?
SEBASTIAN  FTLN 0616By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly
FTLN 0617 over me. The malignancy of my fate might perhaps
FTLN 06185 distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your
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.
ANTONIO  FTLN 0621Let me yet know of you whither you are
FTLN 0622 bound.
SEBASTIAN  FTLN 062310No, sooth, sir. My determinate voyage is
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 062815 You must know of me, then, Antonio, my name
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 063320 pleased, would we had so ended! But you, sir,
FTLN 0634 altered that, for some hour before you took me
FTLN 0635 from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned.
ANTONIO  FTLN 0636Alas the day!

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SEBASTIAN  FTLN 0637A lady, sir, though it was said she much
FTLN 063825 resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful.
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 064330 though I seem to drown her remembrance again
FTLN 0644 with more.
ANTONIO  FTLN 0645Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
SEBASTIAN  FTLN 0646O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
ANTONIO  FTLN 0647If you will not murder me for my love, let me
FTLN 064835 be your servant.
SEBASTIAN  FTLN 0649If 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 065340 mother that, upon the least occasion more, mine
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 065845 Else would I very shortly see thee there.
FTLN 0659 But come what may, I do adore thee so
FTLN 0660 That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
He exits.

Enter Viola and Malvolio, at several doors.

MALVOLIO  FTLN 0661Were not you even now with the Countess
FTLN 0662 Olivia?
VIOLA  FTLN 0663Even now, sir. On a moderate pace I have since
FTLN 0664 arrived but hither.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 06655She returns this ring to you, sir. You might

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FTLN 0666 have saved me my pains to have taken it away
FTLN 0667 yourself. She adds, moreover, that you should put
FTLN 0668 your lord into a desperate assurance she will none
FTLN 0669 of him. And one thing more, that you be never so
FTLN 067010 hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to
FTLN 0671 report your lord’s taking of this. Receive it so.
VIOLA  FTLN 0672She took the ring of me. I’ll none of it.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0673Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her, and
FTLN 0674 her will is it should be so returned.  He throws
 down the ring.  FTLN 067515If it be worth stooping for, there it
FTLN 0676 lies, in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
He exits.
VIOLA 
FTLN 0677 I left no ring with her. What means this lady?
She picks up the ring.
FTLN 0678 Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her!
FTLN 0679 She made good view of me, indeed so much
FTLN 068020 That methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
FTLN 0681 For she did speak in starts distractedly.
FTLN 0682 She loves me, sure! The cunning of her passion
FTLN 0683 Invites me in this churlish messenger.
FTLN 0684 None of my lord’s ring? Why, he sent her none!
FTLN 068525 I am the man. If it be so, as ’tis,
FTLN 0686 Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
FTLN 0687 Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness
FTLN 0688 Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
FTLN 0689 How easy is it for the proper false
FTLN 069030 In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms!
FTLN 0691 Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we,
FTLN 0692 For such as we are made of, such we be.
FTLN 0693 How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly,
FTLN 0694 And I, poor monster, fond as much on him,
FTLN 069535 And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
FTLN 0696 What will become of this? As I am man,
FTLN 0697 My state is desperate for my master’s love.
FTLN 0698 As I am woman (now, alas the day!),

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FTLN 0699 What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
FTLN 070040 O Time, thou must untangle this, not I.
FTLN 0701 It is too hard a knot for me t’ untie.
She exits.

Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.

TOBY  FTLN 0702Approach, Sir Andrew. Not to be abed after
FTLN 0703 midnight is to be up betimes, and “diluculo surgere,”
FTLN 0704 thou know’st—
ANDREW  FTLN 0705Nay, by my troth, I know not. But I know to
FTLN 07065 be up late is to be up late.
TOBY  FTLN 0707A false conclusion. I hate it as an unfilled can. To
FTLN 0708 be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early,
FTLN 0709 so that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed
FTLN 0710 betimes. Does not our lives consist of the four
FTLN 071110 elements?
ANDREW  FTLN 0712Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists
FTLN 0713 of eating and drinking.
TOBY  FTLN 0714Thou ’rt a scholar. Let us therefore eat and
FTLN 0715 drink. Marian, I say, a stoup of wine!

Enter Feste, the Fool.

ANDREW  FTLN 071615Here comes the Fool, i’ faith.
FOOL  FTLN 0717How now, my hearts? Did you never see the
FTLN 0718 picture of “We Three”?
TOBY  FTLN 0719Welcome, ass! Now let’s have a catch.
ANDREW  FTLN 0720By my troth, the Fool has an excellent breast.
FTLN 072120 I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg,
FTLN 0722 and so sweet a breath to sing, as the Fool has.—In
FTLN 0723 sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night
FTLN 0724 when thou spok’st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians
FTLN 0725 passing the equinoctial of Queubus. ’Twas very
FTLN 072625 good, i’ faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman.
FTLN 0727 Hadst it?

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FOOL  FTLN 0728I 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.
ANDREW  FTLN 073130Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling when
FTLN 0732 all is done. Now, a song!
TOBY , giving money to the Fool  FTLN 0733Come on, there is
FTLN 0734 sixpence for you. Let’s have a song.
ANDREW , giving money to the Fool  FTLN 0735There’s a testril of
FTLN 073635 me, too. If one knight give a—
FOOL  FTLN 0737Would you have a love song or a song of good
FTLN 0738 life?
TOBY  FTLN 0739A love song, a love song.
ANDREW  FTLN 0740Ay, ay, I care not for good life.
FOOL  sings 
FTLN 074140 O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
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 074645  Every wise man’s son doth know.
ANDREW  FTLN 0747Excellent good, i’ faith!
TOBY  FTLN 0748Good, good.
FOOL  sings 
FTLN 0749 What is love? ’Tis not hereafter.
FTLN 0750 Present mirth hath present laughter.
FTLN 075150  What’s to come is still unsure.
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.
ANDREW  FTLN 0755A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
TOBY  FTLN 075655A contagious breath.
ANDREW  FTLN 0757Very sweet and contagious, i’ faith.
TOBY  FTLN 0758To 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 076160 three souls out of one weaver? Shall we do that?

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ANDREW  FTLN 0762An you love me, let’s do ’t. I am dog at a
FTLN 0763 catch.
FOOL  FTLN 0764By ’r Lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
ANDREW  FTLN 0765Most certain. Let our catch be “Thou
FTLN 076665 Knave.”
FOOL  FTLN 0767“Hold thy peace, thou knave,” knight? I shall be
FTLN 0768 constrained in ’t to call thee “knave,” knight.
ANDREW  FTLN 0769’Tis not the first time I have constrained one
FTLN 0770 to call me “knave.” Begin, Fool. It begins “Hold
FTLN 077170 thy peace.”
FOOL  FTLN 0772I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
ANDREW  FTLN 0773Good, i’ faith. Come, begin. Catch sung.

Enter Maria.

MARIA  FTLN 0774What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my
FTLN 0775 lady have not called up her steward Malvolio and
FTLN 077675 bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
TOBY  FTLN 0777My lady’s a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio’s
FTLN 0778 a Peg-a-Ramsey, and  Sings. Three merry men be
FTLN 0779 we. Am not I consanguineous? Am I not of her
FTLN 0780 blood? Tillyvally! “Lady”!  Sings. There dwelt a man
FTLN 078180 in Babylon, lady, lady.
FOOL  FTLN 0782Beshrew me, the knight’s in admirable fooling.
ANDREW  FTLN 0783Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed,
FTLN 0784 and so do I, too. He does it with a better grace, but
FTLN 0785 I do it more natural.
TOBY  sings  FTLN 078685O’ the twelfth day of December—
MARIA  FTLN 0787For the love o’ God, peace!

Enter Malvolio.

MALVOLIO  FTLN 0788My 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 079190 make an ale-house of my lady’s house, that you
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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TOBY  FTLN 0795We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
MALVOLIO  FTLN 079695Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady
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 0801100 please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to
FTLN 0802 bid you farewell.
TOBY  sings 
FTLN 0803  Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.
MARIA  FTLN 0804Nay, good Sir Toby.
FOOL  sings 
FTLN 0805  His eyes do show his days are almost done.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0806105Is ’t even so?
TOBY  sings 
FTLN 0807  But I will never die.
FOOL  sings 
FTLN 0808  Sir Toby, there you lie.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0809This is much credit to you.
TOBY  sings 
FTLN 0810  Shall I bid him go?
FOOL  sings 
FTLN 0811110  What an if you do?
TOBY  sings 
FTLN 0812  Shall I bid him go, and spare not?
FOOL  sings 
FTLN 0813  O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
TOBY  FTLN 0814Out o’ tune, sir? You lie. Art any more than a
FTLN 0815 steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
FTLN 0816115 there shall be no more cakes and ale?
FOOL  FTLN 0817Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i’ th’
FTLN 0818 mouth, too.
TOBY  FTLN 0819Thou ’rt i’ th’ right.—Go, sir, rub your chain
FTLN 0820 with crumbs.—A stoup of wine, Maria!
MALVOLIO  FTLN 0821120Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady’s favor
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.
MARIA  FTLN 0825Go shake your ears!
ANDREW  FTLN 0826125’Twere as good a deed as to drink when a
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.
TOBY  FTLN 0830Do ’t, knight. I’ll write thee a challenge. Or I’ll
FTLN 0831130 deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
MARIA  FTLN 0832Sweet 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 0836135 and make him a common recreation, do not think I
FTLN 0837 have wit enough to lie straight in my bed. I know I
FTLN 0838 can do it.
TOBY  FTLN 0839Possess us, possess us, tell us something of him.
MARIA  FTLN 0840Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
ANDREW  FTLN 0841140O, if I thought that, I’d beat him like a dog!
TOBY  FTLN 0842What, for being a puritan? Thy exquisite reason,
FTLN 0843 dear knight?
ANDREW  FTLN 0844I have no exquisite reason for ’t, but I have
FTLN 0845 reason good enough.
MARIA  FTLN 0846145The devil a puritan that he is, or anything
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 0851150 of faith that all that look on him love him. And on
FTLN 0852 that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause
FTLN 0853 to work.
TOBY  FTLN 0854What wilt thou do?
MARIA  FTLN 0855I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
FTLN 0856155 love, wherein by the color of his beard, the shape of
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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FTLN 0859 most feelingly personated. I can write very like my
FTLN 0860 lady your niece; on a forgotten matter, we can
FTLN 0861160 hardly make distinction of our hands.
TOBY  FTLN 0862Excellent! I smell a device.
ANDREW  FTLN 0863I have ’t in my nose, too.
TOBY  FTLN 0864He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop,
FTLN 0865 that they come from my niece, and that she’s in
FTLN 0866165 love with him.
MARIA  FTLN 0867My purpose is indeed a horse of that color.
ANDREW  FTLN 0868And your horse now would make him an ass.
MARIA  FTLN 0869Ass, I doubt not.
ANDREW  FTLN 0870O, ’twill be admirable!
MARIA  FTLN 0871170Sport royal, I warrant you. I know my physic
FTLN 0872 will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the
FTLN 0873 Fool make a third, where he shall find the letter.
FTLN 0874 Observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed,
FTLN 0875 and dream on the event. Farewell.
TOBY  FTLN 0876175Good night, Penthesilea. She exits.
ANDREW  FTLN 0877Before me, she’s a good wench.
TOBY  FTLN 0878She’s a beagle true bred, and one that adores
FTLN 0879 me. What o’ that?
ANDREW  FTLN 0880I was adored once, too.
TOBY  FTLN 0881180Let’s to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for
FTLN 0882 more money.
ANDREW  FTLN 0883If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way
FTLN 0884 out.
TOBY  FTLN 0885Send for money, knight. If thou hast her not i’
FTLN 0886185 th’ end, call me “Cut.”
ANDREW  FTLN 0887If I do not, never trust me, take it how you
FTLN 0888 will.
TOBY  FTLN 0889Come, come, I’ll go burn some sack. ’Tis too
FTLN 0890 late to go to bed now. Come, knight; come, knight.
They exit.

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 08955 Methought it did relieve my passion much,
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.
CURIO  FTLN 0899He is not here, so please your lordship, that
FTLN 090010 should sing it.
ORSINO  FTLN 0901Who was it?
CURIO  FTLN 0902Feste 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 090515 Seek him out  Curio exits, and play the tune the
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 091020 Unstaid and skittish in all motions else
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.
ORSINO  FTLN 091525 Thou dost speak masterly.
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?
VIOLA  FTLN 0919 A little, by your favor.

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ORSINO 
FTLN 092030 What kind of woman is ’t?
VIOLA  FTLN 0921 Of your complexion.
ORSINO 
FTLN 0922 She is not worth thee, then. What years, i’ faith?
VIOLA  FTLN 0923About your years, my lord.
ORSINO 
FTLN 0924 Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take
FTLN 092535 An elder than herself. So wears she to him;
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 093040 Than women’s are.
VIOLA  FTLN 0931 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 093545 Being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.
VIOLA 
FTLN 0936 And so they are. Alas, that they are so,
FTLN 0937 To die even when they to perfection grow!

Enter Curio and Feste, the Fool.

ORSINO 
FTLN 0938 O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.—
FTLN 0939 Mark it, Cesario. It is old and plain;
FTLN 094050 The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
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 094555 Like the old age.
FOOL  FTLN 0946Are you ready, sir?
ORSINO  FTLN 0947Ay, prithee, sing. Music.

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FOOL 
FTLN 0948 Come away, come away, death,
FTLN 0949  And in sad cypress let me be laid.
FTLN 095060 Fly away, fly away, breath,
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 095565  Did share it.

FTLN 0956 Not a flower, not a flower sweet
FTLN 0957  On my black coffin let there be strown;
FTLN 0958 Not a friend, not a friend greet
FTLN 0959  My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
FTLN 096070 A thousand thousand sighs to save,
FTLN 0961  Lay me, O, where
FTLN 0962 Sad true lover never find my grave,
FTLN 0963  To weep there.
ORSINO , giving money  FTLN 0964There’s for thy pains.
FOOL  FTLN 096575No pains, sir. I take pleasure in singing, sir.
ORSINO  FTLN 0966I’ll pay thy pleasure, then.
FOOL  FTLN 0967Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or
FTLN 0968 another.
ORSINO  FTLN 0969Give me now leave to leave thee.
FOOL  FTLN 097080Now the melancholy god protect thee, and the
FTLN 0971 tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy
FTLN 0972 mind is a very opal. I would have men of such
FTLN 0973 constancy put to sea, that their business might be
FTLN 0974 everything and their intent everywhere, for that’s it
FTLN 097585 that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
FTLN 0976 Farewell. He exits.
ORSINO 
FTLN 0977 Let all the rest give place.
All but Orsino and Viola exit.
FTLN 0978 Once more, Cesario,

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FTLN 0979 Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty.
FTLN 098090 Tell her my love, more noble than the world,
FTLN 0981 Prizes not quantity of dirty lands.
FTLN 0982 The parts that fortune hath bestowed upon her,
FTLN 0983 Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune.
FTLN 0984 But ’tis that miracle and queen of gems
FTLN 098595 That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
VIOLA  FTLN 0986But if she cannot love you, sir—
ORSINO 
FTLN 0987 I cannot be so answered.
VIOLA  FTLN 0988 Sooth, but you must.
FTLN 0989 Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
FTLN 0990100 Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
FTLN 0991 As you have for Olivia. You cannot love her;
FTLN 0992 You tell her so. Must she not then be answered?
ORSINO  FTLN 0993There is no woman’s sides
FTLN 0994 Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
FTLN 0995105 As love doth give my heart; no woman’s heart
FTLN 0996 So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
FTLN 0997 Alas, their love may be called appetite,
FTLN 0998 No motion of the liver, but the palate,
FTLN 0999 That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
FTLN 1000110 But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
FTLN 1001 And can digest as much. Make no compare
FTLN 1002 Between that love a woman can bear me
FTLN 1003 And that I owe Olivia.
VIOLA  FTLN 1004 Ay, but I know—
ORSINO  FTLN 1005115What dost thou know?
VIOLA 
FTLN 1006 Too well what love women to men may owe.
FTLN 1007 In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
FTLN 1008 My father had a daughter loved a man
FTLN 1009 As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
FTLN 1010120 I should your Lordship.
ORSINO  FTLN 1011 And what’s her history?

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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 1015125 And with a green and yellow melancholy
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 1020130 Much in our vows but little in our love.
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?
ORSINO  FTLN 1025135 Ay, that’s the theme.
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.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

TOBY  FTLN 1028Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
FABIAN  FTLN 1029Nay, I’ll come. If I lose a scruple of this sport,
FTLN 1030 let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
TOBY  FTLN 1031Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
FTLN 10325 rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
FABIAN  FTLN 1033I would exult, man. You know he brought me
FTLN 1034 out o’ favor with my lady about a bearbaiting here.
TOBY  FTLN 1035To anger him, we’ll have the bear again, and we
FTLN 1036 will fool him black and blue, shall we not, Sir
FTLN 103710 Andrew?
ANDREW  FTLN 1038An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

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Enter Maria.

TOBY  FTLN 1039Here comes the little villain.—How now, my
FTLN 1040 metal of India?
MARIA  FTLN 1041Get you all three into the boxtree. Malvolio’s
FTLN 104215 coming down this walk. He has been yonder i’ the
FTLN 1043 sun practicing behavior to his own shadow this half
FTLN 1044 hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery, for I
FTLN 1045 know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of
FTLN 1046 him. Close, in the name of jesting!  They hide. Lie
FTLN 104720 thou there  putting down the letter, for here comes
FTLN 1048 the trout that must be caught with tickling.
She exits.

Enter Malvolio.

MALVOLIO  FTLN 1049’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 105225 one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a
FTLN 1053 more exalted respect than anyone else that follows
FTLN 1054 her. What should I think on ’t?
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1055Here’s an overweening rogue.
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1056O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare
FTLN 105730 turkeycock of him. How he jets under his advanced
FTLN 1058 plumes!
ANDREW , aside  FTLN 1059’Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1060Peace, I say.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1061To be Count Malvolio.
TOBY , aside  FTLN 106235Ah, rogue!
ANDREW , aside  FTLN 1063Pistol him, pistol him!
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1064Peace, peace!
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1065There is example for ’t. The lady of the
FTLN 1066 Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
ANDREW , aside  FTLN 106740Fie on him, Jezebel!
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1068O, peace, now he’s deeply in. Look how
FTLN 1069 imagination blows him.

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MALVOLIO  FTLN 1070Having been three months married to her,
FTLN 1071 sitting in my state—
TOBY , aside  FTLN 107245O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1073Calling my officers about me, in my
FTLN 1074 branched velvet gown, having come from a daybed,
FTLN 1075 where I have left Olivia sleeping—
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1076Fire and brimstone!
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 107750O, peace, peace!
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1078And then to have the humor of state; and
FTLN 1079 after a demure travel of regard, telling them I
FTLN 1080 know my place, as I would they should do theirs, to
FTLN 1081 ask for my kinsman Toby—
TOBY , aside  FTLN 108255Bolts and shackles!
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1083O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1084Seven of my people, with an obedient start,
FTLN 1085 make out for him. I frown the while, and perchance
FTLN 1086 wind up my watch, or play with my—some
FTLN 108760 rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me—
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1088Shall this fellow live?
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1089Though our silence be drawn from us
FTLN 1090 with cars, yet peace!
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1091I extend my hand to him thus, quenching
FTLN 109265 my familiar smile with an austere regard of
FTLN 1093 control—
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1094And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the
FTLN 1095 lips then?
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1096Saying, “Cousin Toby, my fortunes, having
FTLN 109770 cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of
FTLN 1098 speech—”
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1099What, what?
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1100“You must amend your drunkenness.”
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1101Out, scab!
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 110275Nay, patience, or we break the sinews
FTLN 1103 of our plot!
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1104“Besides, you waste the treasure of your
FTLN 1105 time with a foolish knight—”

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ANDREW , aside  FTLN 1106That’s me, I warrant you.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 110780“One Sir Andrew.”
ANDREW , aside  FTLN 1108I knew ’twas I, for many do call me
FTLN 1109 fool.
MALVOLIO , seeing the letter  FTLN 1110What employment have
FTLN 1111 we here?
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 111285Now is the woodcock near the gin.
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1113O, peace, and the spirit of humors intimate
FTLN 1114 reading aloud to him.
MALVOLIO , taking up the letter  FTLN 1115By my life, this is my
FTLN 1116 lady’s hand! These be her very c’s, her u’s, and her
FTLN 111790 t’s, and thus she makes her great P’s. It is in
FTLN 1118 contempt of question her hand.
ANDREW , aside  FTLN 1119Her c’s, her u’s, and her t’s. Why that?
MALVOLIO  reads  FTLN 1120To the unknown beloved, this, and my
FTLN 1121 good wishes—Her very phrases! By your leave, wax.
FTLN 112295 Soft. And the impressure her Lucrece, with which
FTLN 1123 she uses to seal—’tis my lady!  He opens the letter.
FTLN 1124 To whom should this be?
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1125This wins him, liver and all.
MALVOLIO  reads 
FTLN 1126  Jove knows I love,
FTLN 1127100   But who?
FTLN 1128  Lips, do not move;
FTLN 1129   No man must know.
FTLN 1130 “No man must know.” What follows? The numbers
FTLN 1131 altered. “No man must know.” If this should be
FTLN 1132105 thee, Malvolio!
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1133Marry, hang thee, brock!
MALVOLIO  reads 
FTLN 1134  I may command where I adore,
FTLN 1135   But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
FTLN 1136  With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;
FTLN 1137110   M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1138A fustian riddle!
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1139Excellent wench, say I.

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MALVOLIO  FTLN 1140“M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.” Nay, but first
FTLN 1141 let me see, let me see, let me see.
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1142115What dish o’ poison has she dressed
FTLN 1143 him!
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1144And with what wing the staniel checks
FTLN 1145 at it!
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1146“I may command where I adore.” Why, she
FTLN 1147120 may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why,
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.”—
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1152125O, ay, make up that.—He is now at a cold
FTLN 1153 scent.
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1154Sowter will cry upon ’t for all this,
FTLN 1155 though it be as rank as a fox.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1156“M”—Malvolio. “M”—why, that begins
FTLN 1157130 my name!
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1158Did not I say he would work it out? The
FTLN 1159 cur is excellent at faults.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1160“M.” But then there is no consonancy in
FTLN 1161 the sequel that suffers under probation. “A” should
FTLN 1162135 follow, but “O” does.
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1163And “O” shall end, I hope.
TOBY , aside  FTLN 1164Ay, or I’ll cudgel him and make him cry
FTLN 1165 “O.”
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1166And then “I” comes behind.
FABIAN , aside  FTLN 1167140Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you
FTLN 1168 might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes
FTLN 1169 before you.
MALVOLIO  FTLN 1170“M.O.A.I.” This simulation is not as the
FTLN 1171 former, and yet to crush this a little, it would bow
FTLN 1172145 to me, for every one of these letters are in my name.
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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85

Twelfth Night

ACT 2. SC. 5

FTLN 1176 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and
FTLN 1177150 some have greatness thrust upon ’em. Thy fates open
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 1182155 arguments of state. Put thyself into the trick of singularity.
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 1187160 not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of
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 1192165 open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I
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 1197170 She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she
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 1202175 in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with
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 1207180 smiling; thy smiles become thee well. Therefore in my
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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FABIAN  FTLN 1211I will not give my part of this sport for a
FTLN 1212185 pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
TOBY  FTLN 1213I could marry this wench for this device.
ANDREW  FTLN 1214So could I too.
TOBY  FTLN 1215And ask no other dowry with her but such
FTLN 1216 another jest.
ANDREW  FTLN 1217190Nor I neither.

Enter Maria.

FABIAN  FTLN 1218Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
TOBY  FTLN 1219Wilt thou set thy foot o’ my neck?
ANDREW  FTLN 1220Or o’ mine either?
TOBY  FTLN 1221Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip and become
FTLN 1222195 thy bondslave?
ANDREW  FTLN 1223I’ faith, or I either?
TOBY  FTLN 1224Why, thou hast put him in such a dream that
FTLN 1225 when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
MARIA  FTLN 1226Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?
TOBY  FTLN 1227200Like aqua vitae with a midwife.
MARIA  FTLN 1228If you will then see the fruits of the sport,
FTLN 1229 mark his first approach before my lady. He will
FTLN 1230 come to her in yellow stockings, and ’tis a color
FTLN 1231 she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests;
FTLN 1232205 and he will smile upon her, which will now
FTLN 1233 be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted
FTLN 1234 to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot
FTLN 1235 but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will
FTLN 1236 see it, follow me.
TOBY  FTLN 1237210To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil
FTLN 1238 of wit!
ANDREW  FTLN 1239I’ll make one, too.
They exit.