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Front Matter |
ACT 1 |
ACT 2 |
ACT 3 |
ACT 4 |
ACT 5 |

From the Director of the Folger Shakespeare Library

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Textual Introduction
By Barbara Mowat and Paul Werstine

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Synopsis

Twelfth Night—an allusion to the night of festivity preceding the Christian celebration of the Epiphany—combines love, confusion, mistaken identities, and joyful discovery.

After the twins Sebastian and Viola survive a shipwreck, neither knows that the other is alive. Viola goes into service with Count Orsino of Illyria, disguised as a young man, “Cesario.” Orsino sends Cesario to woo the Lady Olivia on his behalf, but Olivia falls in love with Cesario. Viola, in the meantime, has fallen in love with Orsino.

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.

In the meantime, Sebastian has been rescued by a sea captain, Antonio. When Viola, as Cesario, is challenged to a duel, Antonio mistakes her for Sebastian, comes to her aid, and is arrested. Olivia, meanwhile, mistakes Sebastian for Cesario and declares her love. When, finally, Sebastian and Viola appear together, the puzzles around the mistaken identities are solved: Cesario is revealed as Viola, Orsino asks for Viola’s hand, Sebastian will wed Olivia, and Viola will marry Count Orsino. Malvolio, blaming Olivia and others for his humiliation, vows revenge.

Characters in the Play
Viola, a lady of Messaline shipwrecked on the coast of Illyria
(later disguised as Cesario)
Olivia, an Illyrian countess
Maria, her waiting-gentlewoman
Sir Toby Belch, Olivia’s kinsman
Sir Andrew Aguecheek, Sir Toby’s companion
Malvolio, steward in Olivia’s household
Fool, Olivia’s jester, named Feste
Fabian, a gentleman in Olivia’s household
Orsino, duke (or count) of Illyria
Valentine
Curio
gentlemen serving Orsino
Sebastian, Viola’s brother
Antonio, friend to Sebastian
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 5 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 0010 10 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 0015 15 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 0020 20 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 0025 25 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 0030 30 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 0035 35 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 0040 40 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.
Scene 2
Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors.
VIOLA FTLN 0044 What country, friends, is this?
CAPTAIN FTLN 0045 This 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 0048 5 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 0053 10 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 0058 15 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 0063 20 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 0068 25 Who governs here?
CAPTAIN
FTLN 0069 A noble duke, in nature as in name.
VIOLA FTLN 0070 What is his name?
CAPTAIN FTLN 0071 Orsino.
VIOLA
FTLN 0072 Orsino. I have heard my father name him.
FTLN 0073 30 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 0078 35 That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
VIOLA FTLN 0079 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 40 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 0088 45 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 0093 50 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 0098 55 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 0103 60 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 0108 65 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 0110 I thank thee. Lead me on.
They exit.
Scene 3
Enter Sir Toby and Maria.
TOBY FTLN 0111 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.
MARIA FTLN 0114 By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier
FTLN 0115 5 o’ nights. Your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions
FTLN 0116 to your ill hours.
TOBY FTLN 0117 Why, let her except before excepted!
MARIA FTLN 0118 Ay, but you must confine yourself within the
FTLN 0119 modest limits of order.
TOBY FTLN 0120 10 Confine? 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 0124 That quaffing and drinking will undo you. I
FTLN 0125 15 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 0128 Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
MARIA FTLN 0129 Ay, he.
TOBY FTLN 0130 20 He’s as tall a man as any ’s in Illyria.
MARIA FTLN 0131 What’s that to th’ purpose?
TOBY FTLN 0132 Why, he has three thousand ducats a year!
MARIA FTLN 0133 Ay, but he’ll have but a year in all these ducats.
FTLN 0134 He’s a very fool and a prodigal.
TOBY FTLN 0135 25 Fie 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 0139 He hath indeed, almost natural, for, besides
FTLN 0140 30 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 0144 By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors
FTLN 0145 35 that say so of him. Who are they?
MARIA FTLN 0146 They that add, moreover, he’s drunk nightly in
FTLN 0147 your company.
TOBY FTLN 0148 With drinking healths to my niece. I’ll drink to
FTLN 0149 her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
FTLN 0150 40 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 0154 Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch?
TOBY FTLN 0155 45 Sweet Sir Andrew!
ANDREW , to Maria FTLN 0156 Bless you, fair shrew.
MARIA FTLN 0157 And you too, sir.
TOBY FTLN 0158 Accost, Sir Andrew, accost!
ANDREW FTLN 0159 What’s that?
TOBY FTLN 0160 50 My niece’s chambermaid.
ANDREW FTLN 0161 Good Mistress Accost, I desire better
FTLN 0162 acquaintance.
MARIA FTLN 0163 My name is Mary, sir.
ANDREW FTLN 0164 Good Mistress Mary Accost—
TOBY FTLN 0165 55 You mistake, knight. “Accost” is front her, board
FTLN 0166 her, woo her, assail her.
ANDREW FTLN 0167 By my troth, I would not undertake her in
FTLN 0168 this company. Is that the meaning of “accost”?
MARIA FTLN 0169 Fare you well, gentlemen. She begins to exit.
TOBY FTLN 0170 60 An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou
FTLN 0171 mightst never draw sword again.
ANDREW FTLN 0172 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?
MARIA FTLN 0175 65 Sir, I have not you by th’ hand.
ANDREW FTLN 0176 Marry, but you shall have, and here’s my
FTLN 0177 hand. He offers his hand.
MARIA , taking his hand FTLN 0178 Now sir, thought is free. I
FTLN 0179 pray you, bring your hand to th’ butt’ry bar and let
FTLN 0180 70 it drink.
ANDREW FTLN 0181 Wherefore, sweetheart? What’s your
FTLN 0182 metaphor?
MARIA FTLN 0183 It’s dry, sir.
ANDREW FTLN 0184 Why, I think so. I am not such an ass but I
FTLN 0185 75 can keep my hand dry. But what’s your jest?
MARIA FTLN 0186 A dry jest, sir.
ANDREW FTLN 0187 Are you full of them?
MARIA FTLN 0188 Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers’ ends. Marry,
FTLN 0189 now I let go your hand, I am barren. Maria exits.
TOBY FTLN 0190 80 O knight, thou lack’st a cup of canary! When did
FTLN 0191 I see thee so put down?
ANDREW FTLN 0192 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 85 has. But I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that
FTLN 0196 does harm to my wit.
TOBY FTLN 0197 No question.
ANDREW FTLN 0198 An I thought that, I’d forswear it. I’ll ride
FTLN 0199 home tomorrow, Sir Toby.
TOBY FTLN 0200 90 Pourquoi, my dear knight?
ANDREW FTLN 0201 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!
TOBY FTLN 0205 95 Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
ANDREW FTLN 0206 Why, would that have mended my hair?
TOBY FTLN 0207 Past question, for thou seest it will not curl by
FTLN 0208 nature.

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ANDREW FTLN 0209 But it becomes me well enough, does ’t not?
TOBY FTLN 0210 100 Excellent! 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 0213 Faith, I’ll home tomorrow, Sir Toby. Your
FTLN 0214 niece will not be seen, or if she be, it’s four to one
FTLN 0215 105 she’ll none of me. The Count himself here hard by
FTLN 0216 woos her.
TOBY FTLN 0217 She’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 0220 110 I’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 0223 Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?
ANDREW FTLN 0224 As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be,
FTLN 0225 115 under the degree of my betters, and yet I will not
FTLN 0226 compare with an old man.
TOBY FTLN 0227 What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
ANDREW FTLN 0228 Faith, I can cut a caper.
TOBY FTLN 0229 And I can cut the mutton to ’t.
ANDREW FTLN 0230 120 And I think I have the back-trick simply as
FTLN 0231 strong as any man in Illyria.
TOBY FTLN 0232 Wherefore 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 0235 125 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 0240 130 leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
ANDREW FTLN 0241 Ay, ’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 0244 What shall we do else? Were we not born under
FTLN 0245 135 Taurus?
ANDREW FTLN 0246 Taurus? That’s sides and heart.
TOBY FTLN 0247 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.
VALENTINE FTLN 0250 If 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 0254 5 You 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 0257 No, believe me.
VIOLA FTLN 0258 I thank you.
Enter Orsino, Curio, and Attendants.
FTLN 0259 10 Here comes the Count.
ORSINO FTLN 0260 Who saw Cesario, ho?
VIOLA FTLN 0261 On 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 0264 15 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 0269 20 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 0274 25 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 0279 30 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 0284 35 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 0289 40 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 0294 45 To woo your lady. Aside. Yet a barful strife!
FTLN 0295 Whoe’er I woo, myself would be his wife.
They exit.
Scene 5
Enter Maria and Feste, the Fool.
MARIA FTLN 0296 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.
FOOL FTLN 0300 5 Let her hang me. He that is well hanged in this
FTLN 0301 world needs to fear no colors.
MARIA FTLN 0302 Make that good.
FOOL FTLN 0303 He shall see none to fear.
MARIA FTLN 0304 A good Lenten answer. I can tell thee where
FTLN 0305 10 that saying was born, of “I fear no colors.”
FOOL FTLN 0306 Where, good Mistress Mary?
MARIA FTLN 0307 In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in
FTLN 0308 your foolery.
FOOL FTLN 0309 Well, God give them wisdom that have it, and
FTLN 0310 15 those that are Fools, let them use their talents.
MARIA FTLN 0311 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?
FOOL FTLN 0314 Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage,
FTLN 0315 20 and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.
MARIA FTLN 0316 You are resolute, then?
FOOL FTLN 0317 Not so, neither, but I am resolved on two points.
MARIA FTLN 0318 That if one break, the other will hold, or if both
FTLN 0319 break, your gaskins fall.
FOOL FTLN 0320 25 Apt, 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 0323 Peace, 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 0325 30 Wit, 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
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OLIVIA FTLN 0331 Take the Fool away.
FOOL FTLN 0332 Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the Lady.
OLIVIA FTLN 0333 Go to, you’re a dry Fool. I’ll no more of you.
FTLN 0334 Besides, you grow dishonest.
FOOL FTLN 0335 40 Two 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 0340 45 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 0345 50 The Lady bade take away the Fool. Therefore, I say
FTLN 0346 again, take her away.
OLIVIA FTLN 0347 Sir, I bade them take away you.
FOOL FTLN 0348 Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus
FTLN 0349 non facit monachum. That’s as much to say as, I
FTLN 0350 55 wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give
FTLN 0351 me leave to prove you a fool.
OLIVIA FTLN 0352 Can you do it?
FOOL FTLN 0353 Dexteriously, good madonna.
OLIVIA FTLN 0354 Make your proof.
FOOL FTLN 0355 60 I must catechize you for it, madonna. Good my
FTLN 0356 mouse of virtue, answer me.
OLIVIA FTLN 0357 Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I’ll bide
FTLN 0358 your proof.
FOOL FTLN 0359 Good madonna, why mourn’st thou?
OLIVIA FTLN 0360 65 Good Fool, for my brother’s death.
FOOL FTLN 0361 I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
OLIVIA FTLN 0362 I know his soul is in heaven, Fool.
FOOL FTLN 0363 The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your
FTLN 0364 brother’s soul, being in heaven. Take away the fool,
FTLN 0365 70 gentlemen.
OLIVIA FTLN 0366 What think you of this Fool, Malvolio? Doth he
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MALVOLIO FTLN 0368 Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death
FTLN 0369 shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth
FTLN 0370 75 ever make the better Fool.
FOOL FTLN 0371 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.
OLIVIA FTLN 0375 80 How say you to that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO FTLN 0376 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 85 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 0384 O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
FTLN 0385 90 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 0390 95 man, though he do nothing but reprove.
FOOL FTLN 0391 Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou
FTLN 0392 speak’st well of Fools!
Enter Maria.
MARIA FTLN 0393 Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman
FTLN 0394 much desires to speak with you.
OLIVIA FTLN 0395 100 From the Count Orsino, is it?
MARIA FTLN 0396 I know not, madam. ’Tis a fair young man, and
FTLN 0397 well attended.
OLIVIA FTLN 0398 Who of my people hold him in delay?
MARIA FTLN 0399 Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.
OLIVIA FTLN 0400 105 Fetch him off, I pray you. He speaks nothing
FTLN 0401 but madman. Fie on him! Maria exits. Go you,
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FTLN 0403 or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. (Malvolio
exits.) FTLN 0404 Now you see, sir, how your fooling
FTLN 0405 110 grows old, and people dislike it.
FOOL FTLN 0406 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 Sir Toby.
OLIVIA FTLN 0410 115 By mine honor, half drunk!—What is he at the
FTLN 0411 gate, cousin?
TOBY FTLN 0412 A gentleman.
OLIVIA FTLN 0413 A gentleman? What gentleman?
TOBY FTLN 0414’Tis a gentleman here—a plague o’ these pickle
FTLN 0415 120 herring!—How now, sot?
FOOL FTLN 0416 Good Sir Toby.
OLIVIA FTLN 0417 Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by
FTLN 0418 this lethargy?
TOBY FTLN 0419 Lechery? I defy lechery. There’s one at the gate.
OLIVIA FTLN 0420 125 Ay, marry, what is he?
TOBY FTLN 0421 Let 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 0423 What’s a drunken man like, Fool?
FOOL FTLN 0424 Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One
FTLN 0425 130 draught above heat makes him a fool, the second
FTLN 0426 mads him, and a third drowns him.
OLIVIA FTLN 0427 Go 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 0430 135 He is but mad yet, madonna, and the Fool shall
FTLN 0431 look to the madman. He exits.
Enter Malvolio.
MALVOLIO FTLN 0432 Madam, yond young fellow swears he will
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FTLN 0434 on him to understand so much, and therefore
FTLN 0435 140 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 0440 145 Tell him he shall not speak with me.
MALVOLIO FTLN 0441 Has 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 0444 What kind o’ man is he?
MALVOLIO FTLN 0445 150 Why, of mankind.
OLIVIA FTLN 0446 What manner of man?
MALVOLIO FTLN 0447 Of very ill manner. He’ll speak with you,
FTLN 0448 will you or no.
OLIVIA FTLN 0449 Of what personage and years is he?
MALVOLIO FTLN 0450 155 Not 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 0455 160 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 0458 Gentlewoman, my lady calls. He exits.
Enter Maria.
OLIVIA
FTLN 0459 Give me my veil. Come, throw it o’er my face.
Olivia veils.
FTLN 0460 165 We’ll once more hear Orsino’s embassy.
Enter Viola.
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OLIVIA FTLN 0462 Speak to me. I shall answer for her. Your will?
VIOLA FTLN 0463 Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable
FTLN 0464 beauty—I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the
FTLN 0465 170 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 0470 175 Whence came you, sir?
VIOLA FTLN 0471 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.
OLIVIA FTLN 0475 180 Are you a comedian?
VIOLA FTLN 0476 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?
OLIVIA FTLN 0479 If I do not usurp myself, I am.
VIOLA FTLN 0480 185 Most 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 0485 190 Come to what is important in ’t. I forgive you
FTLN 0486 the praise.
VIOLA FTLN 0487 Alas, I took great pains to study it, and ’tis
FTLN 0488 poetical.
OLIVIA FTLN 0489 It is the more like to be feigned. I pray you,
FTLN 0490 195 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 0495 200 Will you hoist sail, sir? Here lies your way.
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FTLN 0497 longer.—Some mollification for your giant, sweet
FTLN 0498 lady.
OLIVIA FTLN 0499 Tell me your mind.
VIOLA FTLN 0500 205 I am a messenger.
OLIVIA FTLN 0501 Sure you have some hideous matter to deliver
FTLN 0502 when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your
FTLN 0503 office.
VIOLA FTLN 0504 It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture
FTLN 0505 210 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 0507 Yet you began rudely. What are you? What
FTLN 0508 would you?
VIOLA FTLN 0509 The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
FTLN 0510 215 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 0513 Give us the place alone. We will hear this
FTLN 0514 divinity. Maria and Attendants exit. Now, sir, what
FTLN 0515 220 is your text?
VIOLA FTLN 0516 Most sweet lady—
OLIVIA FTLN 0517 A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said
FTLN 0518 of it. Where lies your text?
VIOLA FTLN 0519 In Orsino’s bosom.
OLIVIA FTLN 0520 225 In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom?
VIOLA FTLN 0521 To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
OLIVIA FTLN 0522 O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more
FTLN 0523 to say?
VIOLA FTLN 0524 Good madam, let me see your face.
OLIVIA FTLN 0525 230 Have 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 0530 235 Excellently done, if God did all.
OLIVIA FTLN 0531’Tis in grain, sir; ’twill endure wind and
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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 240 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 0538 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 245 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 0545 250 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 0550 255 The nonpareil of beauty.
OLIVIA FTLN 0551 How does he love me?
VIOLA FTLN 0552 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 260 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 0560 265 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.
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OLIVIA FTLN 0565 270 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 0570 275 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 0575 280 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 0580 285 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 0585 290 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 0590 295 “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 0595 300 Unless the master were the man. How now?
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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 0600 305 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 0605 310 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 0609 Madam, I will. He exits.
OLIVIA
FTLN 0610 315 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.

ACT 2
Scene 1
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
ANTONIO FTLN 0614 Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not that
FTLN 0615 I go with you?
SEBASTIAN FTLN 0616 By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly
FTLN 0617 over me. The malignancy of my fate might perhaps
FTLN 0618 5 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 0621 Let me yet know of you whither you are
FTLN 0622 bound.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 0623 10 No, 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 0628 15 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 0633 20 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 0636 Alas the day!
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SEBASTIAN FTLN 0637 A lady, sir, though it was said she much
FTLN 0638 25 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 0643 30 though I seem to drown her remembrance again
FTLN 0644 with more.
ANTONIO FTLN 0645 Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 0646 O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
ANTONIO FTLN 0647 If you will not murder me for my love, let me
FTLN 0648 35 be your servant.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 0649 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 40 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 0658 45 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.
Scene 2
Enter Viola and Malvolio, at several doors.
MALVOLIO FTLN 0661 Were not you even now with the Countess
FTLN 0662 Olivia?
VIOLA FTLN 0663 Even now, sir. On a moderate pace I have since
FTLN 0664 arrived but hither.
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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 0670 10 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 0672 She took the ring of me. I’ll none of it.
MALVOLIO FTLN 0673 Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her, and
FTLN 0674 her will is it should be so returned. He throws
down the ring. FTLN 0675 15 If 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 0680 20 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 0685 25 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 0690 30 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 0695 35 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.
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FTLN 0699 What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
FTLN 0700 40 O Time, thou must untangle this, not I.
FTLN 0701 It is too hard a knot for me t’ untie.
She exits.
Scene 3
Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
TOBY FTLN 0702 Approach, 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 0705 Nay, by my troth, I know not. But I know to
FTLN 0706 5 be up late is to be up late.
TOBY FTLN 0707 A 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 0711 10 elements?
ANDREW FTLN 0712 Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists
FTLN 0713 of eating and drinking.
TOBY FTLN 0714 Thou ’rt a scholar. Let us therefore eat and
FTLN 0715 drink. Marian, I say, a stoup of wine!
Enter Feste, the Fool.
ANDREW FTLN 0716 15 Here comes the Fool, i’ faith.
FOOL FTLN 0717 How now, my hearts? Did you never see the
FTLN 0718 picture of “We Three”?
TOBY FTLN 0719 Welcome, ass! Now let’s have a catch.
ANDREW FTLN 0720 By my troth, the Fool has an excellent breast.
FTLN 0721 20 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 0726 25 good, i’ faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman.
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FOOL FTLN 0728 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.
ANDREW FTLN 0731 30 Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling when
FTLN 0732 all is done. Now, a song!
TOBY , giving money to the Fool FTLN 0733 Come on, there is
FTLN 0734 sixpence for you. Let’s have a song.
ANDREW , giving money to the Fool FTLN 0735 There’s a testril of
FTLN 0736 35 me, too. If one knight give a—
FOOL FTLN 0737 Would you have a love song or a song of good
FTLN 0738 life?
TOBY FTLN 0739 A love song, a love song.
ANDREW FTLN 0740 Ay, ay, I care not for good life.
FOOL sings
FTLN 0741 40 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 0746 45 Every wise man’s son doth know.
ANDREW FTLN 0747 Excellent good, i’ faith!
TOBY FTLN 0748 Good, good.
FOOL sings
FTLN 0749 What is love? ’Tis not hereafter.
FTLN 0750 Present mirth hath present laughter.
FTLN 0751 50 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 0755 A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
TOBY FTLN 0756 55 A contagious breath.
ANDREW FTLN 0757 Very sweet and contagious, i’ faith.
TOBY FTLN 0758 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
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ANDREW FTLN 0762 An you love me, let’s do ’t. I am dog at a
FTLN 0763 catch.
FOOL FTLN 0764 By ’r Lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
ANDREW FTLN 0765 Most certain. Let our catch be “Thou
FTLN 0766 65 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 0771 70 thy peace.”
FOOL FTLN 0772 I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
ANDREW FTLN 0773 Good, i’ faith. Come, begin. Catch sung.
Enter Maria.
MARIA FTLN 0774 What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my
FTLN 0775 lady have not called up her steward Malvolio and
FTLN 0776 75 bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
TOBY FTLN 0777 My 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 0781 80 in Babylon, lady, lady.
FOOL FTLN 0782 Beshrew me, the knight’s in admirable fooling.
ANDREW FTLN 0783 Ay, 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 0786 85 O’ the twelfth day of December—
MARIA FTLN 0787 For the love o’ God, peace!
Enter Malvolio.
MALVOLIO FTLN 0788 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 90 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
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TOBY FTLN 0795 We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
MALVOLIO FTLN 0796 95 Sir 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 0801 100 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 0804 Nay, good Sir Toby.
FOOL sings
FTLN 0805 His eyes do show his days are almost done.
MALVOLIO FTLN 0806 105 Is ’t even so?
TOBY sings
FTLN 0807 But I will never die.
FOOL sings
FTLN 0808 Sir Toby, there you lie.
MALVOLIO FTLN 0809 This is much credit to you.
TOBY sings
FTLN 0810 Shall I bid him go?
FOOL sings
FTLN 0811 110 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 0814 Out o’ tune, sir? You lie. Art any more than a
FTLN 0815 steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
FTLN 0816 115 there shall be no more cakes and ale?
FOOL FTLN 0817 Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i’ th’
FTLN 0818 mouth, too.
TOBY FTLN 0819 Thou ’rt i’ th’ right.—Go, sir, rub your chain
FTLN 0820 with crumbs.—A stoup of wine, Maria!
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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 0825 Go shake your ears!
ANDREW FTLN 0826 125’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 0830 Do ’t, knight. I’ll write thee a challenge. Or I’ll
FTLN 0831 130 deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
MARIA FTLN 0832 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 135 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 0839 Possess us, possess us, tell us something of him.
MARIA FTLN 0840 Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
ANDREW FTLN 0841 140 O, if I thought that, I’d beat him like a dog!
TOBY FTLN 0842 What, for being a puritan? Thy exquisite reason,
FTLN 0843 dear knight?
ANDREW FTLN 0844 I have no exquisite reason for ’t, but I have
FTLN 0845 reason good enough.
MARIA FTLN 0846 145 The 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 0851 150 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 0854 What wilt thou do?
MARIA FTLN 0855 I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
FTLN 0856 155 love, wherein by the color of his beard, the shape of
FTLN 0857 his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his
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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 0861 160 hardly make distinction of our hands.
TOBY FTLN 0862 Excellent! I smell a device.
ANDREW FTLN 0863 I have ’t in my nose, too.
TOBY FTLN 0864 He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop,
FTLN 0865 that they come from my niece, and that she’s in
FTLN 0866 165 love with him.
MARIA FTLN 0867 My purpose is indeed a horse of that color.
ANDREW FTLN 0868 And your horse now would make him an ass.
MARIA FTLN 0869 Ass, I doubt not.
ANDREW FTLN 0870 O, ’twill be admirable!
MARIA FTLN 0871 170 Sport 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 0876 175 Good night, Penthesilea. She exits.
ANDREW FTLN 0877 Before me, she’s a good wench.
TOBY FTLN 0878 She’s a beagle true bred, and one that adores
FTLN 0879 me. What o’ that?
ANDREW FTLN 0880 I was adored once, too.
TOBY FTLN 0881 180 Let’s to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for
FTLN 0882 more money.
ANDREW FTLN 0883 If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way
FTLN 0884 out.
TOBY FTLN 0885 Send for money, knight. If thou hast her not i’
FTLN 0886 185 th’ end, call me “Cut.”
ANDREW FTLN 0887 If I do not, never trust me, take it how you
FTLN 0888 will.
TOBY FTLN 0889 Come, come, I’ll go burn some sack. ’Tis too
FTLN 0890 late to go to bed now. Come, knight; come, knight.
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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 5 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 0899 He is not here, so please your Lordship, that
FTLN 0900 10 should sing it.
ORSINO FTLN 0901 Who was it?
CURIO FTLN 0902 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 15 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 0910 20 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 0915 25 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?
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ORSINO
FTLN 0920 30 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 0923 About your years, my lord.
ORSINO
FTLN 0924 Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take
FTLN 0925 35 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 0930 40 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 0935 45 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 0940 50 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 0945 55 Like the old age.
FOOL FTLN 0946 Are you ready, sir?
ORSINO FTLN 0947 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 60 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 0955 65 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 0960 70 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 0964 There’s for thy pains.
FOOL FTLN 0965 75 No pains, sir. I take pleasure in singing, sir.
ORSINO FTLN 0966 I’ll pay thy pleasure, then.
FOOL FTLN 0967 Truly sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or
FTLN 0968 another.
ORSINO FTLN 0969 Give me now leave to leave thee.
FOOL FTLN 0970 80 Now 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 0975 85 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.
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FTLN 0979 Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty.
FTLN 0980 90 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 0985 95 That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
VIOLA FTLN 0986 But 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 0990 100 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 0993 There is no woman’s sides
FTLN 0994 Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
FTLN 0995 105 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 1000 110 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 1005 115 What 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 1010 120 I should your Lordship.
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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 1015 125 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 1020 130 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 1025 135 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.
Scene 5
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
TOBY FTLN 1028 Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
FABIAN FTLN 1029 Nay, I’ll come. If I lose a scruple of this sport,
FTLN 1030 let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
TOBY FTLN 1031 Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
FTLN 1032 5 rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
FABIAN FTLN 1033 I would exult, man. You know he brought me
FTLN 1034 out o’ favor with my lady about a bearbaiting here.
TOBY FTLN 1035 To anger him, we’ll have the bear again, and we
FTLN 1036 will fool him black and blue, shall we not, Sir
FTLN 1037 10 Andrew?
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Enter Maria.
TOBY FTLN 1039 Here comes the little villain.—How now, my
FTLN 1040 metal of India?
MARIA FTLN 1041 Get you all three into the boxtree. Malvolio’s
FTLN 1042 15 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 1047 20 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 1052 25 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 1055 Here’s an overweening rogue.
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1056 O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare
FTLN 1057 30 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 1060 Peace, I say.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1061 To be Count Malvolio.
TOBY , aside FTLN 1062 35 Ah, rogue!
ANDREW , aside FTLN 1063 Pistol him, pistol him!
TOBY , aside FTLN 1064 Peace, peace!
MALVOLIO FTLN 1065 There is example for ’t. The lady of the
FTLN 1066 Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
ANDREW , aside FTLN 1067 40 Fie on him, Jezebel!
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1068 O, peace, now he’s deeply in. Look how
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MALVOLIO FTLN 1070 Having been three months married to her,
FTLN 1071 sitting in my state—
TOBY , aside FTLN 1072 45 O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
MALVOLIO FTLN 1073 Calling 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 1076 Fire and brimstone!
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1077 50 O, peace, peace!
MALVOLIO FTLN 1078 And 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 1082 55 Bolts and shackles!
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1083 O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1084 Seven 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 1087 60 rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me—
TOBY , aside FTLN 1088 Shall this fellow live?
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1089 Though our silence be drawn from us
FTLN 1090 with cars, yet peace!
MALVOLIO FTLN 1091 I extend my hand to him thus, quenching
FTLN 1092 65 my familiar smile with an austere regard of
FTLN 1093 control—
TOBY , aside FTLN 1094 And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the
FTLN 1095 lips then?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1096 Saying, “Cousin Toby, my fortunes, having
FTLN 1097 70 cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of
FTLN 1098 speech—”
TOBY , aside FTLN 1099 What, what?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1100“You must amend your drunkenness.”
TOBY , aside FTLN 1101 Out, scab!
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1102 75 Nay, patience, or we break the sinews
FTLN 1103 of our plot!
MALVOLIO FTLN 1104“Besides, you waste the treasure of your
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ANDREW , aside FTLN 1106 That’s me, I warrant you.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1107 80“One Sir Andrew.”
ANDREW , aside FTLN 1108 I knew ’twas I, for many do call me
FTLN 1109 fool.
MALVOLIO , seeing the letter FTLN 1110 What employment have
FTLN 1111 we here?
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1112 85 Now is the woodcock near the gin.
TOBY , aside FTLN 1113 O, peace, and the spirit of humors intimate
FTLN 1114 reading aloud to him.
MALVOLIO , taking up the letter FTLN 1115 By my life, this is my
FTLN 1116 lady’s hand! These be her very c’s, her u’s, and her
FTLN 1117 90 t’s, and thus she makes her great P’s. It is in
FTLN 1118 contempt of question her hand.
ANDREW , aside FTLN 1119 Her c’s, her u’s, and her t’s. Why that?
MALVOLIO reads FTLN 1120 To the unknown beloved, this, and my
FTLN 1121 good wishes—Her very phrases! By your leave, wax.
FTLN 1122 95 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 1125 This wins him, liver and all.
MALVOLIO reads
FTLN 1126 Jove knows I love,
FTLN 1127 100 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 1132 105 thee, Malvolio!
TOBY , aside FTLN 1133 Marry, 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 1137 110 M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1138 A fustian riddle!
TOBY , aside FTLN 1139 Excellent 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 1142 115 What dish o’ poison has she dressed
FTLN 1143 him!
TOBY , aside FTLN 1144 And with what wing the staniel checks
FTLN 1145 at it!
MALVOLIO FTLN 1146“I may command where I adore.” Why, she
FTLN 1147 120 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 1152 125 O, ay, make up that.—He is now at a cold
FTLN 1153 scent.
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1154 Sowter 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 1157 130 my name!
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1158 Did 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 1162 135 follow, but “O” does.
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1163 And “O” shall end, I hope.
TOBY , aside FTLN 1164 Ay, or I’ll cudgel him and make him cry
FTLN 1165 “O.”
MALVOLIO FTLN 1166 And then “I” comes behind.
FABIAN , aside FTLN 1167 140 Ay, 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 1172 145 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
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FTLN 1176 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and
FTLN 1177 150 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 1182 155 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 1187 160 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 1192 165 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 1197 170 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 1202 175 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 1207 180 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
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FABIAN FTLN 1211 I will not give my part of this sport for a
FTLN 1212 185 pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
TOBY FTLN 1213 I could marry this wench for this device.
ANDREW FTLN 1214 So could I too.
TOBY FTLN 1215 And ask no other dowry with her but such
FTLN 1216 another jest.
ANDREW FTLN 1217 190 Nor I neither.
Enter Maria.
FABIAN FTLN 1218 Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
TOBY FTLN 1219 Wilt thou set thy foot o’ my neck?
ANDREW FTLN 1220 Or o’ mine either?
TOBY FTLN 1221 Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip and become
FTLN 1222 195 thy bondslave?
ANDREW FTLN 1223 I’ faith, or I either?
TOBY FTLN 1224 Why, thou hast put him in such a dream that
FTLN 1225 when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
MARIA FTLN 1226 Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?
TOBY FTLN 1227 200 Like aqua vitae with a midwife.
MARIA FTLN 1228 If 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 1232 205 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 1237 210 To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil
FTLN 1238 of wit!
ANDREW FTLN 1239 I’ll make one, too.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 1
Enter Viola and Feste, the Fool, playing a tabor.
VIOLA FTLN 1240 Save thee, friend, and thy music. Dost thou live
FTLN 1241 by thy tabor?
FOOL FTLN 1242 No, sir, I live by the church.
VIOLA FTLN 1243 Art thou a churchman?
FOOL FTLN 1244 5 No such matter, sir. I do live by the church, for I
FTLN 1245 do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the
FTLN 1246 church.
VIOLA FTLN 1247 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 10 tabor if thy tabor stand by the church.
FOOL FTLN 1250 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!
VIOLA FTLN 1253 Nay, that’s certain. They that dally nicely with
FTLN 1254 15 words may quickly make them wanton.
FOOL FTLN 1255 I would therefore my sister had had no name,
FTLN 1256 sir.
VIOLA FTLN 1257 Why, man?
FOOL FTLN 1258 Why, sir, her name’s a word, and to dally with
FTLN 1259 20 that word might make my sister wanton. But,
FTLN 1260 indeed, words are very rascals since bonds disgraced
FTLN 1261 them.
VIOLA FTLN 1262 Thy reason, man?
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FOOL FTLN 1263 Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words,
FTLN 1264 25 and words are grown so false I am loath to prove
FTLN 1265 reason with them.
VIOLA FTLN 1266 I warrant thou art a merry fellow and car’st for
FTLN 1267 nothing.
FOOL FTLN 1268 Not so, sir. I do care for something. But in my
FTLN 1269 30 conscience, sir, I do not care for you. If that be to
FTLN 1270 care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you
FTLN 1271 invisible.
VIOLA FTLN 1272 Art not thou the Lady Olivia’s Fool?
FOOL FTLN 1273 No, indeed, sir. The Lady Olivia has no folly. She
FTLN 1274 35 will keep no Fool, sir, till she be married, and Fools
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.
VIOLA FTLN 1278 I saw thee late at the Count Orsino’s.
FOOL FTLN 1279 40 Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the
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.
VIOLA FTLN 1283 Nay, an thou pass upon me, I’ll no more with
FTLN 1284 45 thee. Hold, there’s expenses for thee. Giving a
coin.
FOOL FTLN 1285 Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send
FTLN 1286 thee a beard!
VIOLA FTLN 1287 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 50 chin.—Is thy lady within?
FOOL FTLN 1290 Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
VIOLA FTLN 1291 Yes, being kept together and put to use.
FOOL FTLN 1292 I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to
FTLN 1293 bring a Cressida to this Troilus.
VIOLA FTLN 1294 55 I understand you, sir. ’Tis well begged. Giving
another coin.
FOOL FTLN 1295 The matter I hope is not great, sir, begging but a
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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 60 might say “element,” but the word is overworn.
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 65 And, like the haggard, check at every feather
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.
Enter Sir Toby and Andrew.
TOBY FTLN 1309 70 Save you, gentleman.
VIOLA FTLN 1310 And you, sir.
ANDREW FTLN 1311 Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
VIOLA FTLN 1312 Et vous aussi. Votre serviteur!
ANDREW FTLN 1313 I hope, sir, you are, and I am yours.
TOBY FTLN 1314 75 Will you encounter the house? My niece is
FTLN 1315 desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
VIOLA FTLN 1316 I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
FTLN 1317 list of my voyage.
TOBY FTLN 1318 Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.
VIOLA FTLN 1319 80 My legs do better understand me, sir, than I
FTLN 1320 understand what you mean by bidding me taste my
FTLN 1321 legs.
TOBY FTLN 1322 I mean, to go, sir, to enter.
VIOLA FTLN 1323 I will answer you with gait and entrance—but
FTLN 1324 85 we are prevented.
Enter Olivia, and Maria, her Gentlewoman.
FTLN 1325 Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain
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ANDREW , aside FTLN 1327 That youth’s a rare courtier. “Rain
FTLN 1328 odors,” well.
VIOLA FTLN 1329 90 My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own
FTLN 1330 most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
ANDREW , aside FTLN 1331“Odors,” “pregnant,” and “vouchsafed.”
FTLN 1332 I’ll get ’em all three all ready.
OLIVIA FTLN 1333 Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to
FTLN 1334 95 my hearing. Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria exit.
FTLN 1335 Give me your hand, sir.
VIOLA
FTLN 1336 My duty, madam, and most humble service.
OLIVIA FTLN 1337 What is your name?
VIOLA
FTLN 1338 Cesario is your servant’s name, fair princess.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1339 100 My servant, sir? ’Twas never merry world
FTLN 1340 Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
FTLN 1341 You’re servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
VIOLA
FTLN 1342 And he is yours, and his must needs be yours.
FTLN 1343 Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1344 105 For him, I think not on him. For his thoughts,
FTLN 1345 Would they were blanks rather than filled with me.
VIOLA
FTLN 1346 Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
FTLN 1347 On his behalf.
OLIVIA FTLN 1348 O, by your leave, I pray you.
FTLN 1349 110 I bade you never speak again of him.
FTLN 1350 But would you undertake another suit,
FTLN 1351 I had rather hear you to solicit that
FTLN 1352 Than music from the spheres.
VIOLA FTLN 1353 Dear lady—
OLIVIA
FTLN 1354 115 Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
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FTLN 1356 A ring in chase of you. So did I abuse
FTLN 1357 Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you.
FTLN 1358 Under your hard construction must I sit,
FTLN 1359 120 To force that on you in a shameful cunning
FTLN 1360 Which you knew none of yours. What might you
FTLN 1361 think?
FTLN 1362 Have you not set mine honor at the stake
FTLN 1363 And baited it with all th’ unmuzzled thoughts
FTLN 1364 125 That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your
FTLN 1365 receiving
FTLN 1366 Enough is shown. A cypress, not a bosom,
FTLN 1367 Hides my heart. So, let me hear you speak.
VIOLA
FTLN 1368 I pity you.
OLIVIA FTLN 1369 130 That’s a degree to love.
VIOLA
FTLN 1370 No, not a grize, for ’tis a vulgar proof
FTLN 1371 That very oft we pity enemies.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1372 Why then methinks ’tis time to smile again.
FTLN 1373 O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
FTLN 1374 135 If one should be a prey, how much the better
FTLN 1375 To fall before the lion than the wolf. Clock strikes.
FTLN 1376 The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
FTLN 1377 Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you.
FTLN 1378 And yet when wit and youth is come to harvest,
FTLN 1379 140 Your wife is like to reap a proper man.
FTLN 1380 There lies your way, due west.
VIOLA FTLN 1381 Then westward ho!
FTLN 1382 Grace and good disposition attend your Ladyship.
FTLN 1383 You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
OLIVIA
FTLN 1384 145 Stay. I prithee, tell me what thou think’st of me.
VIOLA
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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 150 Would it be better, madam, than I am?
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 155 Than love that would seem hid. Love’s night is
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 160 Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
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 165 By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
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 170 Will I my master’s tears to you deplore.
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.
ANDREW FTLN 1412 No, faith, I’ll not stay a jot longer.
TOBY FTLN 1413 Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
FABIAN FTLN 1414 You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
ANDREW FTLN 1415 Marry, I saw your niece do more favors to the
FTLN 1416 5 Count’s servingman than ever she bestowed upon
FTLN 1417 me. I saw ’t i’ th’ orchard.
TOBY FTLN 1418 Did she see thee the while, old boy? Tell me
FTLN 1419 that.
ANDREW FTLN 1420 As plain as I see you now.
FABIAN FTLN 1421 10 This was a great argument of love in her toward
FTLN 1422 you.
ANDREW FTLN 1423’Slight, will you make an ass o’ me?
FABIAN FTLN 1424 I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of
FTLN 1425 judgment and reason.
TOBY FTLN 1426 15 And they have been grand-jurymen since before
FTLN 1427 Noah was a sailor.
FABIAN FTLN 1428 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 20 your liver. You should then have accosted her, and
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 25 time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north
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.
ANDREW FTLN 1441 30 An ’t be any way, it must be with valor, for
FTLN 1442 policy I hate. I had as lief be a Brownist as a
FTLN 1443 politician.
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FTLN 1445 of valor. Challenge me the Count’s youth to fight
FTLN 1446 35 with him. Hurt him in eleven places. My niece shall
FTLN 1447 take note of it, and assure thyself there is no
FTLN 1448 love-broker in the world can more prevail in man’s
FTLN 1449 commendation with woman than report of valor.
FABIAN FTLN 1450 There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
ANDREW FTLN 1451 40 Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
TOBY FTLN 1452 Go, write it in a martial hand. Be curst and
FTLN 1453 brief. It is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent
FTLN 1454 and full of invention. Taunt him with the license of
FTLN 1455 ink. If thou “thou”-est him some thrice, it shall not
FTLN 1456 45 be amiss, and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of
FTLN 1457 paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
FTLN 1458 bed of Ware in England, set ’em down. Go, about it.
FTLN 1459 Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou
FTLN 1460 write with a goose-pen, no matter. About it.
ANDREW FTLN 1461 50 Where shall I find you?
TOBY FTLN 1462 We’ll call thee at the cubiculo. Go.
Sir Andrew exits.
FABIAN FTLN 1463 This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.
TOBY FTLN 1464 I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand
FTLN 1465 strong or so.
FABIAN FTLN 1466 55 We shall have a rare letter from him. But you’ll
FTLN 1467 not deliver ’t?
TOBY FTLN 1468 Never trust me, then. And by all means stir on
FTLN 1469 the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes
FTLN 1470 cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were
FTLN 1471 60 opened and you find so much blood in his liver as
FTLN 1472 will clog the foot of a flea, I’ll eat the rest of th’
FTLN 1473 anatomy.
FABIAN FTLN 1474 And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage
FTLN 1475 no great presage of cruelty.
Enter Maria.
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FTLN 1478 into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is
FTLN 1479 turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no
FTLN 1480 Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly
FTLN 1481 70 can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness.
FTLN 1482 He’s in yellow stockings.
TOBY FTLN 1483 And cross-gartered?
MARIA FTLN 1484 Most villainously, like a pedant that keeps a
FTLN 1485 school i’ th’ church. I have dogged him like his
FTLN 1486 75 murderer. He does obey every point of the letter
FTLN 1487 that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face
FTLN 1488 into more lines than is in the new map with the
FTLN 1489 augmentation of the Indies. You have not seen such
FTLN 1490 a thing as ’tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things at
FTLN 1491 80 him. I know my lady will strike him. If she do, he’ll
FTLN 1492 smile and take ’t for a great favor.
TOBY FTLN 1493 Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
They all exit.
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 5 More sharp than filèd steel, did spur me forth;
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 10 Unguided and unfriended, often prove
FTLN 1504 Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,
FTLN 1505 The rather by these arguments of fear,
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SEBASTIAN FTLN 1507 My kind Antonio,
FTLN 1508 15 I can no other answer make but thanks,
FTLN 1509 And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
FTLN 1510 Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay.
FTLN 1511 But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
FTLN 1512 You should find better dealing. What’s to do?
FTLN 1513 20 Shall we go see the relics of this town?
ANTONIO
FTLN 1514 Tomorrow, sir. Best first go see your lodging.
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 1515 I am not weary, and ’tis long to night.
FTLN 1516 I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
FTLN 1517 With the memorials and the things of fame
FTLN 1518 25 That do renown this city.
ANTONIO FTLN 1519 Would you’d pardon me.
FTLN 1520 I do not without danger walk these streets.
FTLN 1521 Once in a sea fight ’gainst the Count his galleys
FTLN 1522 I did some service, of such note indeed
FTLN 1523 30 That were I ta’en here it would scarce be answered.
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 1524 Belike you slew great number of his people?
ANTONIO
FTLN 1525 Th’ offense is not of such a bloody nature,
FTLN 1526 Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
FTLN 1527 Might well have given us bloody argument.
FTLN 1528 35 It might have since been answered in repaying
FTLN 1529 What we took from them, which, for traffic’s sake,
FTLN 1530 Most of our city did. Only myself stood out,
FTLN 1531 For which, if I be lapsèd in this place,
FTLN 1532 I shall pay dear.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 1533 40 Do not then walk too open.
ANTONIO
FTLN 1534 It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here’s my purse.
Giving him money.
FTLN 1535 In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
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FTLN 1537 Whiles you beguile the time and feed your
FTLN 1538 45 knowledge
FTLN 1539 With viewing of the town. There shall you have me.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 1540 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 50 I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 1544 I’ll be your purse-bearer and leave you
FTLN 1545 For an hour.
ANTONIO FTLN 1546 To th’ Elephant.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 1547 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 5 I speak too loud.—
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?
MARIA FTLN 1556 He’s coming, madam, but in very strange manner.
FTLN 1557 10 He is sure possessed, madam.
OLIVIA FTLN 1558 Why, what’s the matter? Does he rave?
MARIA FTLN 1559 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 15 Go call him hither. Maria exits. I am as mad as he,
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Enter Maria with Malvolio.
FTLN 1564 How now, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1565 Sweet lady, ho, ho!
OLIVIA FTLN 1566 Smil’st thou? I sent for thee upon a sad
FTLN 1567 20 occasion.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1568 Sad, lady? I could be sad. This does make
FTLN 1569 some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering,
FTLN 1570 but what of that? If it please the eye of one, it is
FTLN 1571 with me as the very true sonnet is: “Please one, and
FTLN 1572 25 please all.”
OLIVIA FTLN 1573 Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter
FTLN 1574 with thee?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1575 Not black in my mind, though yellow in my
FTLN 1576 legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall
FTLN 1577 30 be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman
FTLN 1578 hand.
OLIVIA FTLN 1579 Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1580 To bed? “Ay, sweetheart, and I’ll come to
FTLN 1581 thee.”
OLIVIA FTLN 1582 35 God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and
FTLN 1583 kiss thy hand so oft?
MARIA FTLN 1584 How do you, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1585 At your request? Yes, nightingales answer
FTLN 1586 daws!
MARIA FTLN 1587 40 Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness
FTLN 1588 before my lady?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1589“Be not afraid of greatness.” ’Twas well
FTLN 1590 writ.
OLIVIA FTLN 1591 What mean’st thou by that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1592 45“Some are born great—”
OLIVIA FTLN 1593 Ha?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1594“Some achieve greatness—”
OLIVIA FTLN 1595 What sayst thou?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1596“And some have greatness thrust upon
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OLIVIA FTLN 1598 Heaven restore thee!
MALVOLIO FTLN 1599“Remember who commended thy yellow
FTLN 1600 stockings—”
OLIVIA FTLN 1601 Thy yellow stockings?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1602 55“And wished to see thee cross-gartered.”
OLIVIA FTLN 1603 Cross-gartered?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1604“Go to, thou art made, if thou desir’st to be
FTLN 1605 so—”
OLIVIA FTLN 1606 Am I made?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1607 60“If not, let me see thee a servant still.”
OLIVIA FTLN 1608 Why, this is very midsummer madness!
Enter Servant.
SERVANT FTLN 1609 Madam, the young gentleman of the Count
FTLN 1610 Orsino’s is returned. I could hardly entreat him
FTLN 1611 back. He attends your Ladyship’s pleasure.
OLIVIA FTLN 1612 65 I’ll come to him. Servant exits. Good Maria, let
FTLN 1613 this fellow be looked to. Where’s my Cousin Toby?
FTLN 1614 Let some of my people have a special care of him. I
FTLN 1615 would not have him miscarry for the half of my
FTLN 1616 dowry.
Olivia and Maria exit in different directions.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1617 70 O ho, do you come near me now? No worse
FTLN 1618 man than Sir Toby to look to me. This concurs
FTLN 1619 directly with the letter. She sends him on purpose
FTLN 1620 that I may appear stubborn to him, for she incites
FTLN 1621 me to that in the letter: “Cast thy humble slough,”
FTLN 1622 75 says she. “Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with
FTLN 1623 servants; let thy tongue tang with arguments of
FTLN 1624 state; put thyself into the trick of singularity,” and
FTLN 1625 consequently sets down the manner how: as, a sad
FTLN 1626 face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit
FTLN 1627 80 of some Sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her,
FTLN 1628 but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove make me thankful!
FTLN 1629 And when she went away now, “Let this fellow be
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FTLN 1631 degree, but “fellow.” Why, everything adheres together,
FTLN 1632 85 that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a
FTLN 1633 scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe
FTLN 1634 circumstance—what can be said? Nothing that can
FTLN 1635 be can come between me and the full prospect of
FTLN 1636 my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and
FTLN 1637 90 he is to be thanked.
Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
TOBY FTLN 1638 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.
FABIAN FTLN 1641 Here he is, here he is.—How is ’t with you, sir?
FTLN 1642 95 How is ’t with you, man?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1643 Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my
FTLN 1644 private. Go off.
MARIA , to Toby FTLN 1645 Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks
FTLN 1646 within him! Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady
FTLN 1647 100 prays you to have a care of him.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1648 Aha, does she so?
TOBY , to Fabian and Maria FTLN 1649 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 105 defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1653 Do you know what you say?
MARIA , to Toby FTLN 1654 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!
FABIAN FTLN 1657 110 Carry his water to th’ wisewoman.
MARIA FTLN 1658 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.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1661 How now, mistress?
MARIA FTLN 1662 115 O Lord!
TOBY FTLN 1663 Prithee, hold thy peace. This is not the way. Do
FTLN 1664 you not see you move him? Let me alone with
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FABIAN FTLN 1666 No way but gentleness, gently, gently. The
FTLN 1667 120 fiend is rough and will not be roughly used.
TOBY , to Malvolio FTLN 1668 Why, how now, my bawcock? How
FTLN 1669 dost thou, chuck?
MALVOLIO FTLN 1670 Sir!
TOBY FTLN 1671 Ay, biddy, come with me.—What, man, ’tis not
FTLN 1672 125 for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang
FTLN 1673 him, foul collier!
MARIA FTLN 1674 Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby; get
FTLN 1675 him to pray.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1676 My prayers, minx?
MARIA , to Toby FTLN 1677 130 No, I warrant you, he will not hear of
FTLN 1678 godliness.
MALVOLIO FTLN 1679 Go hang yourselves all! You are idle, shallow
FTLN 1680 things. I am not of your element. You shall
FTLN 1681 know more hereafter. He exits.
TOBY FTLN 1682 135 Is ’t possible?
FABIAN FTLN 1683 If this were played upon a stage now, I could
FTLN 1684 condemn it as an improbable fiction.
TOBY FTLN 1685 His very genius hath taken the infection of the
FTLN 1686 device, man.
MARIA FTLN 1687 140 Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air
FTLN 1688 and taint.
FABIAN FTLN 1689 Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
MARIA FTLN 1690 The house will be the quieter.
TOBY FTLN 1691 Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and
FTLN 1692 145 bound. My niece is already in the belief that he’s
FTLN 1693 mad. We may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his
FTLN 1694 penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath,
FTLN 1695 prompt us to have mercy on him, at which time we
FTLN 1696 will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a
FTLN 1697 150 finder of madmen. But see, but see!
Enter Sir Andrew.
FABIAN FTLN 1698 More matter for a May morning.
ANDREW , presenting a paper FTLN 1699 Here’s the challenge.
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FABIAN FTLN 1701 Is ’t so saucy?
ANDREW FTLN 1702 155 Ay, is ’t. I warrant him. Do but read.
TOBY FTLN 1703 Give me. He reads. Youth, whatsoever thou art,
FTLN 1704 thou art but a scurvy fellow.
FABIAN FTLN 1705 Good, and valiant.
TOBY reads FTLN 1706 Wonder not nor admire not in thy mind
FTLN 1707 160 why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason
FTLN 1708 for ’t.
FABIAN FTLN 1709 A good note, that keeps you from the blow of
FTLN 1710 the law.
TOBY reads FTLN 1711 Thou com’st to the Lady Olivia, and in my
FTLN 1712 165 sight she uses thee kindly. But thou liest in thy throat;
FTLN 1713 that is not the matter I challenge thee for.
FABIAN FTLN 1714 Very brief, and to exceeding good sense—less.
TOBY reads FTLN 1715 I will waylay thee going home, where if it be
FTLN 1716 thy chance to kill me—
FABIAN FTLN 1717 170 Good.
TOBY reads FTLN 1718 Thou kill’st me like a rogue and a villain.
FABIAN FTLN 1719 Still you keep o’ th’ windy side of the law.
FTLN 1720 Good.
TOBY reads FTLN 1721 Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon
FTLN 1722 175 one of our souls. He may have mercy upon mine, but
FTLN 1723 my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as
FTLN 1724 thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
FTLN 1725 Andrew Aguecheek.
FTLN 1726 If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I’ll
FTLN 1727 180 give ’t him.
MARIA FTLN 1728 You may have very fit occasion for ’t. He is now
FTLN 1729 in some commerce with my lady and will by and
FTLN 1730 by depart.
TOBY FTLN 1731 Go, Sir Andrew. Scout me for him at the corner
FTLN 1732 185 of the orchard like a bum-baily. So soon as ever
FTLN 1733 thou seest him, draw, and as thou draw’st, swear
FTLN 1734 horrible, for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath,
FTLN 1735 with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives
FTLN 1736 manhood more approbation than ever proof itself
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ANDREW FTLN 1738 Nay, let me alone for swearing. He exits.
TOBY FTLN 1739 Now will not I deliver his letter, for the behavior
FTLN 1740 of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good
FTLN 1741 capacity and breeding; his employment between
FTLN 1742 195 his lord and my niece confirms no less. Therefore,
FTLN 1743 this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed
FTLN 1744 no terror in the youth. He will find it comes from a
FTLN 1745 clodpoll. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by
FTLN 1746 word of mouth, set upon Aguecheek a notable
FTLN 1747 200 report of valor, and drive the gentleman (as I know
FTLN 1748 his youth will aptly receive it) into a most hideous
FTLN 1749 opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This
FTLN 1750 will so fright them both that they will kill one
FTLN 1751 another by the look, like cockatrices.
Enter Olivia and Viola.
FABIAN FTLN 1752 205 Here he comes with your niece. Give them
FTLN 1753 way till he take leave, and presently after him.
TOBY FTLN 1754 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 210 And laid mine honor too unchary on ’t.
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 215 Goes on my master’s griefs.
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,
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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?
VIOLA FTLN 1771 I will acquit you.
OLIVIA
FTLN 1772 225 Well, come again tomorrow. Fare thee well.
FTLN 1773 A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
She exits.
Enter Toby and Fabian.
TOBY FTLN 1774 Gentleman, God save thee.
VIOLA FTLN 1775 And you, sir.
TOBY FTLN 1776 That defense thou hast, betake thee to ’t. Of what
FTLN 1777 230 nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
FTLN 1778 not, but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as
FTLN 1779 the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. Dismount
FTLN 1780 thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy
FTLN 1781 assailant is quick, skillful, and deadly.
VIOLA FTLN 1782 235 You mistake, sir. I am sure no man hath any
FTLN 1783 quarrel to me. My remembrance is very free and
FTLN 1784 clear from any image of offense done to any man.
TOBY FTLN 1785 You’ll find it otherwise, I assure you. Therefore,
FTLN 1786 if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your
FTLN 1787 240 guard, for your opposite hath in him what youth,
FTLN 1788 strength, skill, and wrath can furnish man withal.
VIOLA FTLN 1789 I pray you, sir, what is he?
TOBY FTLN 1790 He is knight dubbed with unhatched rapier and
FTLN 1791 on carpet consideration, but he is a devil in private
FTLN 1792 245 brawl. Souls and bodies hath he divorced three, and
FTLN 1793 his incensement at this moment is so implacable
FTLN 1794 that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death
FTLN 1795 and sepulcher. “Hob, nob” is his word; “give ’t or
FTLN 1796 take ’t.”
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FTLN 1798 some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have
FTLN 1799 heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely
FTLN 1800 on others to taste their valor. Belike this is a
FTLN 1801 man of that quirk.
TOBY FTLN 1802 255 Sir, no. His indignation derives itself out of a very
FTLN 1803 competent injury. Therefore get you on and give
FTLN 1804 him his desire. Back you shall not to the house,
FTLN 1805 unless you undertake that with me which with as
FTLN 1806 much safety you might answer him. Therefore on,
FTLN 1807 260 or strip your sword stark naked, for meddle you
FTLN 1808 must, that’s certain, or forswear to wear iron about
FTLN 1809 you.
VIOLA FTLN 1810 This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do
FTLN 1811 me this courteous office, as to know of the knight
FTLN 1812 265 what my offense to him is. It is something of my
FTLN 1813 negligence, nothing of my purpose.
TOBY FTLN 1814 I will do so.—Signior Fabian, stay you by this
FTLN 1815 gentleman till my return. Toby exits.
VIOLA FTLN 1816 Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
FABIAN FTLN 1817 270 I know the knight is incensed against you even
FTLN 1818 to a mortal arbitrament, but nothing of the circumstance
FTLN 1819 more.
VIOLA FTLN 1820 I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
FABIAN FTLN 1821 Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read
FTLN 1822 275 him by his form, as you are like to find him in the
FTLN 1823 proof of his valor. He is indeed, sir, the most skillful,
FTLN 1824 bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly
FTLN 1825 have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk
FTLN 1826 towards him? I will make your peace with him if I
FTLN 1827 280 can.
VIOLA FTLN 1828 I shall be much bound to you for ’t. I am one
FTLN 1829 that had rather go with Sir Priest than Sir Knight, I
FTLN 1830 care not who knows so much of my mettle.
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TOBY FTLN 1831 Why, man, he’s a very devil. I have not seen such
FTLN 1832 285 a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard,
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 290 to the Sophy.
ANDREW FTLN 1838 Pox on ’t! I’ll not meddle with him.
TOBY FTLN 1839 Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can
FTLN 1840 scarce hold him yonder.
ANDREW FTLN 1841 Plague on ’t! An I thought he had been
FTLN 1842 295 valiant, and so cunning in fence, I’d have seen him
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.
TOBY FTLN 1846 I’ll make the motion. Stand here, make a good
FTLN 1847 300 show on ’t. This shall end without the perdition of
FTLN 1848 souls. Aside. Marry, I’ll ride your horse as well as I
FTLN 1849 ride you.
Enter Fabian and Viola.
Toby crosses to meet them.
FTLN 1850 Aside to Fabian. I have his horse to take up the
FTLN 1851 quarrel. I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil.
FABIAN , aside to Toby FTLN 1852 305 He is as horribly conceited of
FTLN 1853 him, and pants and looks pale as if a bear were at his
FTLN 1854 heels.
TOBY , to Viola FTLN 1855 There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight
FTLN 1856 with you for ’s oath sake. Marry, he hath better
FTLN 1857 310 bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now
FTLN 1858 scarce to be worth talking of. Therefore, draw for
FTLN 1859 the supportance of his vow. He protests he will not
FTLN 1860 hurt you.
VIOLA FTLN 1861 Pray God defend me! Aside. A little thing
FTLN 1862 315 would make me tell them how much I lack of a
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FABIAN FTLN 1864 Give ground if you see him furious.
Toby crosses to Andrew.
TOBY FTLN 1865 Come, Sir Andrew, there’s no remedy. The
FTLN 1866 gentleman will, for his honor’s sake, have one bout
FTLN 1867 320 with you. He cannot by the duello avoid it. But he
FTLN 1868 has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier,
FTLN 1869 he will not hurt you. Come on, to ’t.
ANDREW , drawing his sword FTLN 1870 Pray God he keep his
FTLN 1871 oath!
VIOLA , drawing her sword
FTLN 1872 325 I do assure you ’tis against my will.
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.
TOBY FTLN 1876 You, sir? Why, what are you?
ANTONIO , drawing his sword
FTLN 1877 330 One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
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.
FABIAN FTLN 1880 O, good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
TOBY , to Antonio FTLN 1881 I’ll be with you anon.
VIOLA , to Andrew FTLN 1882 335 Pray, sir, put your sword up, if
FTLN 1883 you please.
ANDREW FTLN 1884 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.
FIRST OFFICER FTLN 1887 340 This is the man. Do thy office.
SECOND OFFICER FTLN 1888 Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of
FTLN 1889 Count Orsino.
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FIRST OFFICER
FTLN 1891 No, sir, no jot. I know your favor well,
FTLN 1892 345 Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.—
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 350 What will you do, now my necessity
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.
SECOND OFFICER FTLN 1902 355 Come, sir, away.
ANTONIO , to Viola
FTLN 1903 I must entreat of you some of that money.
VIOLA FTLN 1904 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 360 Out of my lean and low ability
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.
ANTONIO FTLN 1911 Will you deny me now?
FTLN 1912 365 Is ’t possible that my deserts to you
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.
VIOLA FTLN 1917 370 I know of none,
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 375 Inhabits our frail blood—
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SECOND OFFICER FTLN 1924 Come, sir, I pray you go.
ANTONIO
FTLN 1925 Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here
FTLN 1926 I snatched one half out of the jaws of death,
FTLN 1927 380 Relieved him with such sanctity of love,
FTLN 1928 And to his image, which methought did promise
FTLN 1929 Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
FIRST OFFICER
FTLN 1930 What’s that to us? The time goes by. Away!
ANTONIO
FTLN 1931 But O, how vile an idol proves this god!
FTLN 1932 385 Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
FTLN 1933 In nature there’s no blemish but the mind;
FTLN 1934 None can be called deformed but the unkind.
FTLN 1935 Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
FTLN 1936 Are empty trunks o’erflourished by the devil.
FIRST OFFICER
FTLN 1937 390 The man grows mad. Away with him.—Come,
FTLN 1938 come, sir.
ANTONIO FTLN 1939 Lead me on.
Antonio and Officers exit.
VIOLA , aside
FTLN 1940 Methinks his words do from such passion fly
FTLN 1941 That he believes himself; so do not I.
FTLN 1942 395 Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
FTLN 1943 That I, dear brother, be now ta’en for you!
TOBY FTLN 1944 Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian. We’ll
FTLN 1945 whisper o’er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Toby, Fabian, and Andrew move aside.
VIOLA , aside
FTLN 1946 He named Sebastian. I my brother know
FTLN 1947 400 Yet living in my glass. Even such and so
FTLN 1948 In favor was my brother, and he went
FTLN 1949 Still in this fashion, color, ornament,
FTLN 1950 For him I imitate. O, if it prove,
FTLN 1951 Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
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TOBY FTLN 1952 405 A very dishonest, paltry boy, and more a coward
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.
FABIAN FTLN 1956 A coward, a most devout coward, religious
FTLN 1957 410 in it.
ANDREW FTLN 1958’Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.
TOBY FTLN 1959 Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy
FTLN 1960 sword.
ANDREW FTLN 1961 An I do not—
FABIAN FTLN 1962 415 Come, let’s see the event.
TOBY FTLN 1963 I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet.
They exit.

ACT 4
Scene 1
Enter Sebastian and Feste, the Fool.
FOOL FTLN 1964 Will you make me believe that I am not sent for
FTLN 1965 you?
SEBASTIAN FTLN 1966 Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow. Let
FTLN 1967 me be clear of thee.
FOOL FTLN 1968 5 Well held out, i’ faith. No, I do not know you, nor
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.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 1973 10 I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else.
FTLN 1974 Thou know’st not me.
FOOL FTLN 1975 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 15 prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness
FTLN 1979 and tell me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall I
FTLN 1980 vent to her that thou art coming?
SEBASTIAN FTLN 1981 I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.
FTLN 1982 There’s money for thee. Giving money. If you
FTLN 1983 20 tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
FOOL FTLN 1984 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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Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.
ANDREW , to Sebastian FTLN 1987 Now, sir, have I met you again?
FTLN 1988 25 There’s for you. He strikes Sebastian.
SEBASTIAN , returning the blow FTLN 1989 Why, there’s for thee,
FTLN 1990 and there, and there.—Are all the people mad?
TOBY FTLN 1991 Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the
FTLN 1992 house.
FOOL , aside FTLN 1993 30 This will I tell my lady straight. I would
FTLN 1994 not be in some of your coats for twopence.
He exits.
TOBY , seizing Sebastian FTLN 1995 Come on, sir, hold!
ANDREW FTLN 1996 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 35 him, if there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck
FTLN 1999 him first, yet it’s no matter for that.
SEBASTIAN , to Toby FTLN 2000 Let go thy hand!
TOBY FTLN 2001 Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young
FTLN 2002 soldier, put up your iron. You are well fleshed.
FTLN 2003 40 Come on.
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.
TOBY FTLN 2007 What, what? Nay, then, I must have an ounce or
FTLN 2008 45 two of this malapert blood from you.
He draws his sword.
Enter Olivia.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2009 Hold, Toby! On thy life I charge thee, hold!
TOBY FTLN 2010 Madam.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2011 Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
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FTLN 2013 50 Where manners ne’er were preached! Out of my
FTLN 2014 sight!—
FTLN 2015 Be not offended, dear Cesario.—
FTLN 2016 Rudesby, begone! Toby, Andrew, and Fabian exit.
FTLN 2017 I prithee, gentle friend,
FTLN 2018 55 Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
FTLN 2019 In this uncivil and unjust extent
FTLN 2020 Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
FTLN 2021 And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
FTLN 2022 This ruffian hath botched up, that thou thereby
FTLN 2023 60 Mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go.
FTLN 2024 Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me!
FTLN 2025 He started one poor heart of mine, in thee.
SEBASTIAN , aside
FTLN 2026 What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
FTLN 2027 Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
FTLN 2028 65 Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
FTLN 2029 If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
OLIVIA
FTLN 2030 Nay, come, I prithee. Would thou ’dst be ruled by
FTLN 2031 me!
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 2032 Madam, I will.
OLIVIA FTLN 2033 70 O, say so, and so be!
They exit.
Scene 2
Enter Maria and Feste, the Fool.
MARIA FTLN 2034 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.
FOOL FTLN 2037 Well, I’ll put it on and I will dissemble myself in
FTLN 2038 5 ’t, and I would I were the first that ever dissembled
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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 10 fairly as to say a careful man and a great scholar.
FTLN 2044 The competitors enter.
Enter Toby and Maria.
TOBY FTLN 2045 Jove bless thee, Master Parson.
FOOL FTLN 2046 Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for, as the old hermit of
FTLN 2047 Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said
FTLN 2048 15 to a niece of King Gorboduc “That that is, is,” so I,
FTLN 2049 being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for what is
FTLN 2050 “that” but “that” and “is” but “is”?
TOBY FTLN 2051 To him, Sir Topas.
FOOL , disguising his voice FTLN 2052 What ho, I say! Peace in this
FTLN 2053 20 prison!
TOBY FTLN 2054 The knave counterfeits well. A good knave.
Malvolio within.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2055 Who calls there?
FOOL FTLN 2056 Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio
FTLN 2057 the lunatic.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2058 25 Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to
FTLN 2059 my lady—
FOOL FTLN 2060 Out, hyperbolical fiend! How vexest thou this
FTLN 2061 man! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
TOBY , aside FTLN 2062 Well said, Master Parson.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2063 30 Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged.
FTLN 2064 Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad. They have
FTLN 2065 laid me here in hideous darkness—
FOOL FTLN 2066 Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most
FTLN 2067 modest terms, for I am one of those gentle ones
FTLN 2068 35 that will use the devil himself with courtesy. Sayst
FTLN 2069 thou that house is dark?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2070 As hell, Sir Topas.

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FOOL FTLN 2071 Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes,
FTLN 2072 and the clerestories toward the south-north
FTLN 2073 40 are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest
FTLN 2074 thou of obstruction?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2075 I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you this
FTLN 2076 house is dark.
FOOL FTLN 2077 Madman, thou errest. I say there is no darkness
FTLN 2078 45 but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than
FTLN 2079 the Egyptians in their fog.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2080 I say this house is as dark as ignorance,
FTLN 2081 though ignorance were as dark as hell. And I say
FTLN 2082 there was never man thus abused. I am no more
FTLN 2083 50 mad than you are. Make the trial of it in any
FTLN 2084 constant question.
FOOL FTLN 2085 What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning
FTLN 2086 wildfowl?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2087 That the soul of our grandam might haply
FTLN 2088 55 inhabit a bird.
FOOL FTLN 2089 What thinkst thou of his opinion?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2090 I think nobly of the soul, and no way
FTLN 2091 approve his opinion.
FOOL FTLN 2092 Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness.
FTLN 2093 60 Thou shalt hold th’ opinion of Pythagoras ere I will
FTLN 2094 allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock lest
FTLN 2095 thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee
FTLN 2096 well.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2097 Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
TOBY FTLN 2098 65 My most exquisite Sir Topas!
FOOL FTLN 2099 Nay, I am for all waters.
MARIA FTLN 2100 Thou mightst have done this without thy beard
FTLN 2101 and gown. He sees thee not.
TOBY FTLN 2102 To him in thine own voice, and bring me word
FTLN 2103 70 how thou find’st him. I would we were well rid
FTLN 2104 of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered,
FTLN 2105 I would he were, for I am now so far in
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FTLN 2107 any safety this sport the upshot. Come by and by
FTLN 2108 75 to my chamber.
Toby and Maria exit.
FOOL sings, in his own voice
FTLN 2109 Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
FTLN 2110 Tell me how thy lady does.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2111 Fool!
FOOL sings
FTLN 2112 My lady is unkind, perdy.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2113 80 Fool!
FOOL sings
FTLN 2114 Alas, why is she so?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2115 Fool, I say!
FOOL sings
FTLN 2116 She loves another—
FTLN 2117 Who calls, ha?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2118 85 Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at
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.
FOOL FTLN 2122 Master Malvolio?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2123 90 Ay, good Fool.
FOOL FTLN 2124 Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2125 Fool, there was never man so notoriously
FTLN 2126 abused. I am as well in my wits, Fool, as thou art.
FOOL FTLN 2127 But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be
FTLN 2128 95 no better in your wits than a Fool.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2129 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.
FOOL FTLN 2132 Advise you what you say. The minister is here.
FTLN 2133 100 In the voice of Sir Topas. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy
FTLN 2134 wits the heavens restore. Endeavor thyself to sleep
FTLN 2135 and leave thy vain bibble-babble.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2136 Sir Topas!

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FOOL , as Sir Topas FTLN 2137 Maintain no words with him, good
FTLN 2138 105 fellow. As Fool. Who, I, sir? Not I, sir! God buy
FTLN 2139 you, good Sir Topas. As Sir Topas. Marry, amen.
FTLN 2140 As Fool. I will, sir, I will.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2141 Fool! Fool! Fool, I say!
FOOL FTLN 2142 Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am
FTLN 2143 110 shent for speaking to you.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2144 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.
FOOL FTLN 2147 Welladay that you were, sir!
MALVOLIO FTLN 2148 115 By this hand, I am. Good Fool, some ink,
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.
FOOL FTLN 2152 I will help you to ’t. But tell me true, are you not
FTLN 2153 120 mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2154 Believe me, I am not. I tell thee true.
FOOL FTLN 2155 Nay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his
FTLN 2156 brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
MALVOLIO FTLN 2157 Fool, I’ll requite it in the highest degree. I
FTLN 2158 125 prithee, begone.
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 130 Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath,
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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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 5 I could not find him at the Elephant.
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 10 That this may be some error, but no madness,
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 15 To any other trust but that I am mad—
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 20 With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
FTLN 2187 As I perceive she does. There’s something in ’t
FTLN 2188 That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
Enter Olivia, and a Priest.
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 25 Into the chantry by. There, before him
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
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FTLN 2196 30 Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
FTLN 2197 What time we will our celebration keep
FTLN 2198 According to my birth. What do you say?
SEBASTIAN
FTLN 2199 I’ll follow this good man and go with you,
FTLN 2200 And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2201 35 Then lead the way, good father, and heavens so
FTLN 2202 shine
FTLN 2203 That they may fairly note this act of mine.
They exit.

ACT 5
Scene 1
Enter Feste, the Fool and Fabian.
FABIAN FTLN 2204 Now, as thou lov’st me, let me see his letter.
FOOL FTLN 2205 Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
FABIAN FTLN 2206 Anything.
FOOL FTLN 2207 Do not desire to see this letter.
FABIAN FTLN 2208 5 This is to give a dog and in recompense desire
FTLN 2209 my dog again.
Enter Orsino, Viola, Curio, and Lords.
ORSINO
FTLN 2210 Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
FOOL FTLN 2211 Ay, sir, we are some of her trappings.
ORSINO
FTLN 2212 I know thee well. How dost thou, my good fellow?
FOOL FTLN 2213 10 Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse
FTLN 2214 for my friends.
ORSINO
FTLN 2215 Just the contrary: the better for thy friends.
FOOL FTLN 2216 No, sir, the worse.
ORSINO FTLN 2217 How can that be?
FOOL FTLN 2218 15 Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me.
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 20 affirmatives, why then the worse for my friends and
FTLN 2224 the better for my foes.
ORSINO FTLN 2225 Why, this is excellent.
FOOL FTLN 2226 By my troth, sir, no—though it please you to be
FTLN 2227 one of my friends.
ORSINO , giving a coin
FTLN 2228 25 Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there’s gold.
FOOL FTLN 2229 But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would
FTLN 2230 you could make it another.
ORSINO FTLN 2231 O, you give me ill counsel.
FOOL FTLN 2232 Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
FTLN 2233 30 and let your flesh and blood obey it.
ORSINO FTLN 2234 Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a
FTLN 2235 double-dealer: there’s another. He gives a coin.
FOOL FTLN 2236 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 35 good tripping measure, or the bells of Saint Bennet,
FTLN 2239 sir, may put you in mind—one, two, three.
ORSINO FTLN 2240 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 40 may awake my bounty further.
FOOL FTLN 2244 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 45 will awake it anon. He exits.
Enter Antonio and Officers.
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.
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FTLN 2254 For shallow draught and bulk unprizable,
FTLN 2255 With which such scatheful grapple did he make
FTLN 2256 With the most noble bottom of our fleet
FTLN 2257 That very envy and the tongue of loss
FTLN 2258 55 Cried fame and honor on him.—What’s the matter?
FIRST OFFICER
FTLN 2259 Orsino, this is that Antonio
FTLN 2260 That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy,
FTLN 2261 And this is he that did the Tiger board
FTLN 2262 When your young nephew Titus lost his leg.
FTLN 2263 60 Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
FTLN 2264 In private brabble did we apprehend him.
VIOLA
FTLN 2265 He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side,
FTLN 2266 But in conclusion put strange speech upon me.
FTLN 2267 I know not what ’twas but distraction.
ORSINO
FTLN 2268 65 Notable pirate, thou saltwater thief,
FTLN 2269 What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies
FTLN 2270 Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
FTLN 2271 Hast made thine enemies?
ANTONIO FTLN 2272 Orsino, noble sir,
FTLN 2273 70 Be pleased that I shake off these names you give
FTLN 2274 me.
FTLN 2275 Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
FTLN 2276 Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,
FTLN 2277 Orsino’s enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither.
FTLN 2278 75 That most ingrateful boy there by your side
FTLN 2279 From the rude sea’s enraged and foamy mouth
FTLN 2280 Did I redeem; a wrack past hope he was.
FTLN 2281 His life I gave him and did thereto add
FTLN 2282 My love, without retention or restraint,
FTLN 2283 80 All his in dedication. For his sake
FTLN 2284 Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
FTLN 2285 Into the danger of this adverse town;
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FTLN 2287 Where, being apprehended, his false cunning
FTLN 2288 85 (Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
FTLN 2289 Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance
FTLN 2290 And grew a twenty years’ removèd thing
FTLN 2291 While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
FTLN 2292 Which I had recommended to his use
FTLN 2293 90 Not half an hour before.
VIOLA FTLN 2294 How can this be?
ORSINO , to Antonio FTLN 2295 When came he to this town?
ANTONIO
FTLN 2296 Today, my lord; and for three months before,
FTLN 2297 No int’rim, not a minute’s vacancy,
FTLN 2298 95 Both day and night did we keep company.
Enter Olivia and Attendants.
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 100 But more of that anon. To an Officer. Take him
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.
VIOLA FTLN 2308 105 Madam?
ORSINO FTLN 2309 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 110 It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
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ORSINO
FTLN 2315 Still so cruel?
OLIVIA FTLN 2316 Still so constant, lord.
ORSINO
FTLN 2317 What, to perverseness? You, uncivil lady,
FTLN 2318 115 To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
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 120 Like to th’ Egyptian thief at point of death,
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 125 That screws me from my true place in your favor,
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 130 Where he sits crownèd in his master’s spite.—
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 135 And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
FTLN 2339 To do you rest a thousand deaths would die.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2340 Where goes Cesario?
VIOLA FTLN 2341 After him I love
FTLN 2342 More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
FTLN 2343 140 More by all mores than e’er I shall love wife.
FTLN 2344 If I do feign, you witnesses above,
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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 145 Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?—
FTLN 2349 Call forth the holy father. An Attendant exits.
ORSINO , to Viola FTLN 2350 Come, away!
OLIVIA
FTLN 2351 Whither, my lord?—Cesario, husband, stay.
ORSINO
FTLN 2352 Husband?
OLIVIA FTLN 2353 150 Ay, husband. Can he that deny?
ORSINO
FTLN 2354 Her husband, sirrah?
VIOLA FTLN 2355 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 155 Fear not, Cesario. Take thy fortunes up.
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 2361 O, welcome, father.
FTLN 2362 Father, I charge thee by thy reverence
FTLN 2363 160 Here to unfold (though lately we intended
FTLN 2364 To keep in darkness what occasion now
FTLN 2365 Reveals before ’tis ripe) what thou dost know
FTLN 2366 Hath newly passed between this youth and me.
PRIEST
FTLN 2367 A contract of eternal bond of love,
FTLN 2368 165 Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,
FTLN 2369 Attested by the holy close of lips,
FTLN 2370 Strengthened by interchangement of your rings,
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FTLN 2372 Sealed in my function, by my testimony;
FTLN 2373 170 Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my
FTLN 2374 grave
FTLN 2375 I have traveled but two hours.
ORSINO , to Viola
FTLN 2376 O thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou be
FTLN 2377 When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case?
FTLN 2378 175 Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow
FTLN 2379 That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
FTLN 2380 Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feet
FTLN 2381 Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
VIOLA
FTLN 2382 My lord, I do protest—
OLIVIA FTLN 2383 180 O, do not swear.
FTLN 2384 Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
Enter Sir Andrew.
ANDREW FTLN 2385 For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one
FTLN 2386 presently to Sir Toby.
OLIVIA FTLN 2387 What’s the matter?
ANDREW FTLN 2388 185 Has broke my head across, and has given Sir
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.
OLIVIA FTLN 2392 Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
ANDREW FTLN 2393 190 The Count’s gentleman, one Cesario. We took
FTLN 2394 him for a coward, but he’s the very devil
FTLN 2395 incardinate.
ORSINO FTLN 2396 My gentleman Cesario?
ANDREW FTLN 2397’Od’s lifelings, here he is!—You broke my
FTLN 2398 195 head for nothing, and that that I did, I was set on to
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,
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ANDREW FTLN 2403 200 If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt
FTLN 2404 me. I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Enter Toby and Feste, the Fool.
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.
ORSINO FTLN 2408 205 How now, gentleman? How is ’t with you?
TOBY FTLN 2409 That’s all one. Has hurt me, and there’s th’ end
FTLN 2410 on ’t. To Fool. Sot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot?
FOOL FTLN 2411 O, he’s drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes
FTLN 2412 were set at eight i’ th’ morning.
TOBY FTLN 2413 210 Then he’s a rogue and a passy-measures pavin. I
FTLN 2414 hate a drunken rogue.
OLIVIA FTLN 2415 Away with him! Who hath made this havoc
FTLN 2416 with them?
ANDREW FTLN 2417 I’ll help you, Sir Toby, because we’ll be
FTLN 2418 215 dressed together.
TOBY FTLN 2419 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 220 But, had it been the brother of my blood,
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 225 We made each other but so late ago.
ORSINO
FTLN 2429 One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons!
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SEBASTIAN
FTLN 2431 Antonio, O, my dear Antonio!
FTLN 2432 How have the hours racked and tortured me
FTLN 2433 230 Since I have lost thee!
ANTONIO
FTLN 2434 Sebastian are you?
SEBASTIAN FTLN 2435 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 235 Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
OLIVIA FTLN 2439 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 240 Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured.
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 245 So went he suited to his watery tomb.
FTLN 2449 If spirits can assume both form and suit,
FTLN 2450 You come to fright us.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 2451 A spirit I am indeed,
FTLN 2452 But am in that dimension grossly clad
FTLN 2453 250 Which from the womb I did participate.
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.
SEBASTIAN FTLN 2458 255 And so had mine.
VIOLA
FTLN 2459 And died that day when Viola from her birth
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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 260 That day that made my sister thirteen years.
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 265 That I am Viola; which to confirm,
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 270 Hath been between this lady and this lord.
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 275 You are betrothed both to a maid and man.
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 280 Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
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.
ORSINO FTLN 2488 285 Give me thy hand,
FTLN 2489 And let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds.
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FTLN 2491 Hath my maid’s garments. He, upon some action,
FTLN 2492 Is now in durance at Malvolio’s suit,
FTLN 2493 290 A gentleman and follower of my lady’s.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2494 He shall enlarge him.
Enter Feste, the Fool with a letter, and Fabian.
FTLN 2495 Fetch Malvolio hither.
FTLN 2496 And yet, alas, now I remember me,
FTLN 2497 They say, poor gentleman, he’s much distract.
FTLN 2498 295 A most extracting frenzy of mine own
FTLN 2499 From my remembrance clearly banished his.
FTLN 2500 To the Fool. How does he, sirrah?
FOOL FTLN 2501 Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub at the stave’s
FTLN 2502 end as well as a man in his case may do. Has here
FTLN 2503 300 writ a letter to you. I should have given ’t you today
FTLN 2504 morning. But as a madman’s epistles are no gospels,
FTLN 2505 so it skills not much when they are delivered.
OLIVIA FTLN 2506 Open ’t and read it.
FOOL FTLN 2507 Look then to be well edified, when the Fool
FTLN 2508 305 delivers the madman. He reads. By the Lord,
FTLN 2509 madam—
OLIVIA FTLN 2510 How now, art thou mad?
FOOL FTLN 2511 No, madam, I do but read madness. An your
FTLN 2512 Ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must
FTLN 2513 310 allow vox.
OLIVIA FTLN 2514 Prithee, read i’ thy right wits.
FOOL FTLN 2515 So I do, madonna. But to read his right wits is to
FTLN 2516 read thus. Therefore, perpend, my princess, and
FTLN 2517 give ear.
OLIVIA , giving letter to Fabian FTLN 2518 315 Read it you, sirrah.
FABIAN (reads) FTLN 2519 By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and
FTLN 2520 the world shall know it. Though you have put me into
FTLN 2521 darkness and given your drunken cousin rule over
FTLN 2522 me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your
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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 325 The madly used Malvolio.
OLIVIA FTLN 2529 Did he write this?
FOOL FTLN 2530 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 330 To Orsino. My lord, so please you, these things
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 335 Here at my house, and at my proper cost.
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 340 So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
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.
OLIVIA , to Viola FTLN 2547 A sister! You are she.
Enter Malvolio and Fabian.
ORSINO
FTLN 2548 345 Is this the madman?
OLIVIA FTLN 2549 Ay, my lord, this same.—
FTLN 2550 How now, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO FTLN 2551 Madam, you have done me
FTLN 2552 wrong,
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OLIVIA FTLN 2554 Have I, Malvolio? No.
MALVOLIO , handing her a paper
FTLN 2555 Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter.
FTLN 2556 You must not now deny it is your hand.
FTLN 2557 Write from it if you can, in hand or phrase,
FTLN 2558 355 Or say ’tis not your seal, not your invention.
FTLN 2559 You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,
FTLN 2560 And tell me, in the modesty of honor,
FTLN 2561 Why you have given me such clear lights of favor?
FTLN 2562 Bade me come smiling and cross-gartered to you,
FTLN 2563 360 To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
FTLN 2564 Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people?
FTLN 2565 And, acting this in an obedient hope,
FTLN 2566 Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned,
FTLN 2567 Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
FTLN 2568 365 And made the most notorious geck and gull
FTLN 2569 That e’er invention played on? Tell me why.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2570 Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
FTLN 2571 Though I confess much like the character.
FTLN 2572 But out of question, ’tis Maria’s hand.
FTLN 2573 370 And now I do bethink me, it was she
FTLN 2574 First told me thou wast mad; then cam’st in smiling,
FTLN 2575 And in such forms which here were presupposed
FTLN 2576 Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content.
FTLN 2577 This practice hath most shrewdly passed upon thee.
FTLN 2578 375 But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
FTLN 2579 Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
FTLN 2580 Of thine own cause.
FABIAN FTLN 2581 Good madam, hear me speak,
FTLN 2582 And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
FTLN 2583 380 Taint the condition of this present hour,
FTLN 2584 Which I have wondered at. In hope it shall not,
FTLN 2585 Most freely I confess, myself and Toby
FTLN 2586 Set this device against Malvolio here,
FTLN 2587 Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
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FTLN 2589 The letter at Sir Toby’s great importance,
FTLN 2590 In recompense whereof he hath married her.
FTLN 2591 How with a sportful malice it was followed
FTLN 2592 May rather pluck on laughter than revenge,
FTLN 2593 390 If that the injuries be justly weighed
FTLN 2594 That have on both sides passed.
OLIVIA , to Malvolio
FTLN 2595 Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
FOOL FTLN 2596 Why, “some are born great, some achieve greatness,
FTLN 2597 and some have greatness thrown upon them.”
FTLN 2598 395 I was one, sir, in this interlude, one Sir Topas, sir,
FTLN 2599 but that’s all one. “By the Lord, Fool, I am not
FTLN 2600 mad”—but, do you remember “Madam, why laugh
FTLN 2601 you at such a barren rascal; an you smile not, he’s
FTLN 2602 gagged”? And thus the whirligig of time brings in
FTLN 2603 400 his revenges.
MALVOLIO
FTLN 2604 I’ll be revenged on the whole pack of you! He exits.
OLIVIA
FTLN 2605 He hath been most notoriously abused.
ORSINO
FTLN 2606 Pursue him and entreat him to a peace. Some exit.
FTLN 2607 He hath not told us of the Captain yet.
FTLN 2608 405 When that is known, and golden time convents,
FTLN 2609 A solemn combination shall be made
FTLN 2610 Of our dear souls.—Meantime, sweet sister,
FTLN 2611 We will not part from hence.—Cesario, come,
FTLN 2612 For so you shall be while you are a man.
FTLN 2613 410 But when in other habits you are seen,
FTLN 2614 Orsino’s mistress, and his fancy’s queen.
All but the Fool exit.
FOOL sings
FTLN 2615 When that I was and a little tiny boy,
FTLN 2616 With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
FTLN 2617 A foolish thing was but a toy,
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FTLN 2619 But when I came to man’s estate,
FTLN 2620 With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
FTLN 2621 ’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
FTLN 2622 For the rain it raineth every day.
FTLN 2623 420 But when I came, alas, to wive,
FTLN 2624 With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
FTLN 2625 By swaggering could I never thrive,
FTLN 2626 For the rain it raineth every day.
FTLN 2627 But when I came unto my beds,
FTLN 2628 425 With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
FTLN 2629 With tosspots still had drunken heads,
FTLN 2630 For the rain it raineth every day.
FTLN 2631 A great while ago the world begun,
FTLN 2632 With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
FTLN 2633 430 But that’s all one, our play is done,
FTLN 2634 And we’ll strive to please you every day.
He exits.