{"id":153,"date":"2015-06-23T23:35:14","date_gmt":"2015-06-23T23:35:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/courses.candelalearning.com\/americanlit1x22x1\/?post_type=chapter&p=153"},"modified":"2015-06-24T17:50:33","modified_gmt":"2015-06-24T17:50:33","slug":"act-ii","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/rangercollege-britlit1-curry\/chapter\/act-ii\/","title":{"raw":"Act II","rendered":"Act II"},"content":{"raw":"[caption id=\"attachment_188\" align=\"aligncenter\" width=\"300\"]\"Oil<\/a> Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene IV, 1850[\/caption]\r\n

Act II, Scene 1<\/h2>\r\n

The sea-coast.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

[Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over <\/span>\r\n<\/span>me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps <\/span>\r\n<\/span>distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your <\/span>615<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad <\/span>\r\n<\/span>recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere <\/span>\r\n<\/span>extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a <\/span>620<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me <\/span>\r\n<\/span>what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges <\/span>\r\n<\/span>me in manners the rather to express myself. You <\/span>\r\n<\/span>must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>which I called Roderigo. My father was that <\/span>625<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both <\/span>\r\n<\/span>born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>for some hour before you took me from the breach of <\/span>630<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>the sea was my sister drowned.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Alas the day!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled <\/span>\r\n<\/span>me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>though I could not with such estimable wonder <\/span>635<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly <\/span>\r\n<\/span>publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but <\/span>\r\n<\/span>call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt <\/span>\r\n<\/span>water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.<\/span>640<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If you will not murder me for my love, let me be <\/span>\r\n<\/span>your servant.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If you will not undo what you have done, that is, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. <\/span>645<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that <\/span>\r\n<\/span>upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell <\/span>\r\n<\/span>tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I have many enemies in Orsino's court, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Else would I very shortly see thee there. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But, come what may, I do adore thee so, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.<\/span>655<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n \r\n

Act II, Scene 2<\/h2>\r\n

A street.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

[Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since <\/span>\r\n<\/span>arrived but hither.<\/span>660<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have <\/span>\r\n<\/span>saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord <\/span>\r\n<\/span>into a desperate assurance she will none of him: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to <\/span>665<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>come again in his affairs, unless it be to report <\/span>\r\n<\/span>your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her <\/span>\r\n<\/span>will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth <\/span>670<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be <\/span>\r\n<\/span>it his that finds it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I left no ring with her: what means this lady? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her! <\/span>675<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>She made good view of me; indeed, so much, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>For she did speak in starts distractedly. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Invites me in this churlish messenger. <\/span>680<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Poor lady, she were better love a dream. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. <\/span>685<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>How easy is it for the proper-false <\/span>\r\n<\/span>In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>For such as we are made of, such we be. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly; <\/span>690<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>What will become of this? As I am man, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>My state is desperate for my master's love; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>As I am woman,\u2014now alas the day!\u2014 <\/span>695<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>O time! thou must untangle this, not I; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>It is too hard a knot for me to untie!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n \r\n

Act II, Scene 3<\/h2>\r\n

OLIVIA\u2019s house.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and SIR ANDREW]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after <\/span>\r\n<\/span>midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo <\/span>\r\n<\/span>surgere,' thou know'st,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up <\/span>\r\n<\/span>late is to be up late.<\/span>705<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go <\/span>\r\n<\/span>to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>four elements?<\/span>710<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of eating and drinking.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Enter Clown]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here comes the fool, i' faith.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of 'we three'?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I <\/span>720<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In <\/span>\r\n<\/span>sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last <\/span>\r\n<\/span>night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas <\/span>725<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>leman: hadst it?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose <\/span>\r\n<\/span>is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.<\/span>730<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all <\/span>\r\n<\/span>is done. Now, a song.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?<\/span>735<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A love-song, a love-song.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, ay: I care not for good life.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Sings]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>O mistress mine, where are you roaming? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, <\/span>740<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>That can sing both high and low: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Trip no further, pretty sweeting; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Journeys end in lovers meeting, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Every wise man's son doth know.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Excellent good, i' faith.<\/span>745<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good, good.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Sings]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>What is love? 'tis not hereafter; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Present mirth hath present laughter; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>What's to come is still unsure: <\/span>750<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>In delay there lies no plenty; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Youth's a stuff will not endure.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A contagious breath.<\/span>755<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we <\/span>\r\n<\/span>rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three <\/span>\r\n<\/span>souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?<\/span>760<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be <\/span>\r\n<\/span>constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.<\/span>765<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to <\/span>\r\n<\/span>call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I shall never begin if I hold my peace.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good, i' faith. Come, begin.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Catch sung]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Enter MARIA]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady <\/span>\r\n<\/span>have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him <\/span>\r\n<\/span>turn you out of doors, never trust me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's <\/span>775<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am not <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Tillyvally. Lady! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Sings]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'<\/span>780<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do<\/span>\r\n<\/span>I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it <\/span>\r\n<\/span>more natural.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Sings]<\/i> 'O, the twelfth day of December,'\u2014<\/span>785<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>For the love o' God, peace!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Enter MALVOLIO]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye <\/span>\r\n<\/span>no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like <\/span>\r\n<\/span>tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an <\/span>790<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your <\/span>\r\n<\/span>coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor <\/span>\r\n<\/span>time in you?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!<\/span>795<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me <\/span>\r\n<\/span>tell you, that, though she harbours you as her <\/span>\r\n<\/span>kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If <\/span>\r\n<\/span>you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you <\/span>\r\n<\/span>are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please <\/span>800<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid <\/span>\r\n<\/span>you farewell.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, good Sir Toby.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'<\/span>805<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Is't even so?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'But I will never die.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sir Toby, there you lie.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This is much credit to you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Shall I bid him go?'<\/span>810<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'What an if you do?'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>steward? Dost thou think, because thou art <\/span>815<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>mouth too.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with <\/span>\r\n<\/span>crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!<\/span>820<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any <\/span>\r\n<\/span>thing more than contempt, you would not give means <\/span>\r\n<\/span>for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go shake your ears.<\/span>825<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's <\/span>\r\n<\/span>a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to <\/span>\r\n<\/span>break promise with him and make a fool of him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll <\/span>\r\n<\/span>deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.<\/span>830<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>youth of the count's was today with thy lady, she is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me <\/span>\r\n<\/span>alone with him: if I do not gull him into a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not <\/span>835<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I know I can do it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog!<\/span>840<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>dear knight?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason <\/span>\r\n<\/span>good enough.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing <\/span>845<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that cons state without book and utters it by great <\/span>\r\n<\/span>swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so <\/span>\r\n<\/span>crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>his grounds of faith that all that look on him love <\/span>850<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find <\/span>\r\n<\/span>notable cause to work.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What wilt thou do?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of <\/span>\r\n<\/span>love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape <\/span>855<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find <\/span>\r\n<\/span>himself most feelingly personated. I can write very <\/span>\r\n<\/span>like my lady your niece: on a forgotten matter we <\/span>\r\n<\/span>can hardly make distinction of our hands.<\/span>860<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Excellent! I smell a device.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have't in my nose too.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that they come from my niece, and that she's in <\/span>\r\n<\/span>love with him.<\/span>865<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And your horse now would make him an ass.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ass, I doubt not.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, 'twill be admirable!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will <\/span>870<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>work with him. I will plant you two, and let the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>observe his construction of it. For this night, to <\/span>\r\n<\/span>bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good night, Penthesilea.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Before me, she's a good wench.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>what o' that?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I was adored once too.<\/span>880<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for <\/span>\r\n<\/span>more money.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i' <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the end, call me cut.<\/span>885<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late <\/span>\r\n<\/span>to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n \r\n

Act II, Scene 4<\/h2>\r\n

DUKE ORSINO\u2019s palace.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

[Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That old and antique song we heard last night: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Methought it did relieve my passion much, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>More than light airs and recollected terms <\/span>895<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Come, but one verse.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Curio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Who was it?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Curio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady <\/span>900<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Seek him out, and play the tune the while. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Exit CURIO. Music plays]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>In the sweet pangs of it remember me; <\/span>905<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>For such as I am all true lovers are, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Save in the constant image of the creature <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>It gives a very echo to the seat <\/span>910<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/span>Where Love is throned.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thou dost speak masterly: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Hath it not, boy?<\/span>915<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A little, by your favour.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What kind of woman is't?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Of your complexion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>About your years, my lord.<\/span>920<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Too old by heaven: let still the woman take <\/span>\r\n<\/span>An elder than herself: so wears she to him, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>So sways she level in her husband's heart: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, <\/span>925<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Than women's are.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I think it well, my lord.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Then let thy love be younger than thyself, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Or thy affection cannot hold the bent; <\/span>930<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>For women are as roses, whose fair flower <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And so they are: alas, that they are so; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>To die, even when they to perfection grow!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Re-enter CURIO and Clown]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>The spinsters and the knitters in the sun <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And the free maids that weave their thread with bones <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, <\/span>940<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>And dallies with the innocence of love, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Like the old age.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Are you ready, sir?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay; prithee, sing. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Music]<\/i> <\/span>945<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/span>SONG.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come away, come away, death, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And in sad cypress let me be laid; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Fly away, fly away breath; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I am slain by a fair cruel maid. <\/span>950<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>O, prepare it! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>My part of death, no one so true <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Did share it. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Not a flower, not a flower sweet <\/span>955<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>On my black coffin let there be strown; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Not a friend, not a friend greet <\/span>\r\n<\/span>My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>A thousand thousand sighs to save, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Lay me, O, where <\/span>960<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Sad true lover never find my grave, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>To weep there!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There's for thy pains.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I'll pay thy pleasure then.<\/span>965<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give me now leave to leave thee.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for <\/span>\r\n<\/span>thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such <\/span>970<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>constancy put to sea, that their business might be <\/span>\r\n<\/span>every thing and their intent every where; for that's <\/span>\r\n<\/span>it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Let all the rest give place. <\/span>975<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>[CURIO and Attendants retire]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Once more, Cesario, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; <\/span>980<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>But if she cannot love you, sir?<\/span>985<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I cannot be so answer'd.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sooth, but you must. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Hath for your love a great a pang of heart <\/span>\r\n<\/span>As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; <\/span>990<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There is no woman's sides <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Can bide the beating of so strong a passion <\/span>\r\n<\/span>As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart <\/span>\r\n<\/span>So big, to hold so much; they lack retention <\/span>995<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Alas, their love may be call'd appetite, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>No motion of the liver, but the palate, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But mine is all as hungry as the sea, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And can digest as much: make no compare <\/span>1000<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Between that love a woman can bear me <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And that I owe Olivia.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, but I know\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What dost thou know?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Too well what love women to men may owe: <\/span>1005<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>In faith, they are as true of heart as we. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>My father had a daughter loved a man, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I should your lordship.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And what's her history?<\/span>1010<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A blank, my lord. She never told her love, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And with a green and yellow melancholy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>She sat like patience on a monument, <\/span>1015<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>We men may say more, swear more: but indeed <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Our shows are more than will; for still we prove <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Much in our vows, but little in our love.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>But died thy sister of her love, my boy?<\/span>1020<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I am all the daughters of my father's house, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Sir, shall I to this lady?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, that's the theme. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, <\/span>1025<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>My love can give no place, bide no denay.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n \r\n

Act II, Scene 5<\/h2>\r\n

OLIVIA\u2019s garden.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, <\/span>1030<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>let me be boiled to death with melancholy.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly <\/span>\r\n<\/span>rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o' <\/span>\r\n<\/span>favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.<\/span>1035<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will <\/span>\r\n<\/span>fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>An we do not, it is pity of our lives.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here comes the little villain. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Enter MARIA]<\/i> <\/span>1040<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>How now, my metal of India!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's <\/span>\r\n<\/span>coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half <\/span>\r\n<\/span>hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I <\/span>1045<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of <\/span>\r\n<\/span>him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Throws down a letter]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Enter MALVOLIO]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told <\/span>\r\n<\/span>me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come <\/span>\r\n<\/span>thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more <\/span>1055<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>exalted respect than any one else that follows her. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>What should I think on't?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here's an overweening rogue!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!<\/span>1060<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Peace, I say.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To be Count Malvolio!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ah, rogue!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pistol him, pistol him.<\/span>1065<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Peace, peace!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>married the yeoman of the wardrobe.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Fie on him, Jezebel!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how <\/span>1070<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>imagination blows him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Having been three months married to her, sitting in <\/span>\r\n<\/span>my state,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet <\/span>1075<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Olivia sleeping,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Fire and brimstone!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, peace, peace!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And then to have the humour of state; and after a <\/span>1080<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>demure travel of regard, telling them I know my <\/span>\r\n<\/span>place as I would they should do theirs, to for my <\/span>\r\n<\/span>kinsman Toby,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Bolts and shackles!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O peace, peace, peace! now, now.<\/span>1085<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make <\/span>\r\n<\/span>out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind <\/span>\r\n<\/span>up watch, or play with my\u2014some rich jewel. Toby <\/span>\r\n<\/span>approaches; courtesies there to me,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Shall this fellow live?<\/span>1090<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar <\/span>\r\n<\/span>smile with an austere regard of control,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on <\/span>1095<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What, what?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'You must amend your drunkenness.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Out, scab!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.<\/span>1100<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with <\/span>\r\n<\/span>a foolish knight,'\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That's me, I warrant you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'One Sir Andrew,'\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.<\/span>1105<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What employment have we here?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Taking up the letter]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Now is the woodcock near the gin.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate reading <\/span>\r\n<\/span>aloud to him!<\/span>1110<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By my life, this is my lady's hand these be her <\/span>\r\n<\/span>very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her <\/span>\r\n<\/span>great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> 'To the unknown beloved, this, and my good <\/span>1115<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>wishes:'\u2014her very phrases! By your leave, wax. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she <\/span>\r\n<\/span>uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This wins him, liver and all.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>1120<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Jove knows I love: But who? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Lips, do not move; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>No man must know. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers <\/span>\r\n<\/span>altered! 'No man must know:' if this should be <\/span>1125<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>thee, Malvolio?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, hang thee, brock!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I may command where I adore; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But silence, like a Lucrece knife, <\/span>1130<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A fustian riddle!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Excellent wench, say I.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first, let <\/span>1135<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>me see, let me see, let me see.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What dish o' poison has she dressed him!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And with what wing the staniel cheques at it!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command <\/span>\r\n<\/span>me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is <\/span>1140<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>evident to any formal capacity; there is no <\/span>\r\n<\/span>obstruction in this: and the end,\u2014what should <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that alphabetical position portend? If I could make <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that resemble something in me,\u2014Softly! M, O, A, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I,\u2014<\/span>1145<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as <\/span>\r\n<\/span>rank as a fox.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>M,\u2014Malvolio; M,\u2014why, that begins my name.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is <\/span>1150<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>excellent at faults.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>M,\u2014but then there is no consonancy in the sequel; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And O shall end, I hope.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!<\/span>1155<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And then I comes behind.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see <\/span>\r\n<\/span>more detraction at your heels than fortunes before <\/span>\r\n<\/span>you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: and <\/span>1160<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for <\/span>\r\n<\/span>every one of these letters are in my name. Soft! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>here follows prose. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>'If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I <\/span>1165<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some <\/span>\r\n<\/span>are born great, some achieve greatness, and some <\/span>\r\n<\/span>have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open <\/span>\r\n<\/span>their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, <\/span>1170<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be <\/span>\r\n<\/span>opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let <\/span>\r\n<\/span>thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the trick of singularity: she thus advises thee <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy <\/span>1175<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever <\/span>\r\n<\/span>cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art <\/span>\r\n<\/span>made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see <\/span>\r\n<\/span>thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. <\/span>1180<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>She that would alter services with thee, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.' <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Daylight and champaign discovers not more: this is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross <\/span>1185<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade <\/span>\r\n<\/span>me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady <\/span>\r\n<\/span>loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of <\/span>\r\n<\/span>late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; <\/span>1190<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>and in this she manifests herself to my love, and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of her liking. I thank my stars I am happy. I will <\/span>\r\n<\/span>be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting <\/span>1195<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>postscript. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>'Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou <\/span>\r\n<\/span>entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; <\/span>1200<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my <\/span>\r\n<\/span>presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.' <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do <\/span>\r\n<\/span>everything that thou wilt have me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will not give my part of this sport for a pension <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I could marry this wench for this device.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>So could I too.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.<\/span>1210<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nor I neither.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here comes my noble gull-catcher.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Re-enter MARIA]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Or o' mine either?<\/span>1215<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>bond-slave?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I' faith, or I either?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the image of it leaves him he must run mad.<\/span>1220<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark <\/span>\r\n<\/span>his first approach before my lady: he will come to <\/span>\r\n<\/span>her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she <\/span>1225<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and he will smile upon her, which will now be so <\/span>\r\n<\/span>unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him <\/span>\r\n<\/span>into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow <\/span>1230<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I'll make one too.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>","rendered":"

\"Oil<\/a><\/p>\n

Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene IV, 1850<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Act II, Scene 1<\/h2>\n

The sea-coast.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over <\/span>
\n<\/span>me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps <\/span>
\n<\/span>distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your <\/span>615<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad <\/span>
\n<\/span>recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere <\/span>
\n<\/span>extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a <\/span>620<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me <\/span>
\n<\/span>what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges <\/span>
\n<\/span>me in manners the rather to express myself. You <\/span>
\n<\/span>must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, <\/span>
\n<\/span>which I called Roderigo. My father was that <\/span>625<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard <\/span>
\n<\/span>of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both <\/span>
\n<\/span>born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased, <\/span>
\n<\/span>would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; <\/span>
\n<\/span>for some hour before you took me from the breach of <\/span>630<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>the sea was my sister drowned.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Alas the day!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled <\/span>
\n<\/span>me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, <\/span>
\n<\/span>though I could not with such estimable wonder <\/span>635<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly <\/span>
\n<\/span>publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but <\/span>
\n<\/span>call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt <\/span>
\n<\/span>water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.<\/span>640<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If you will not murder me for my love, let me be <\/span>
\n<\/span>your servant.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If you will not undo what you have done, that is, <\/span>
\n<\/span>kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. <\/span>645<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, <\/span>
\n<\/span>and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that <\/span>
\n<\/span>upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell <\/span>
\n<\/span>tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino’s court: farewell.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! <\/span>
\n<\/span>I have many enemies in Orsino’s court, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Else would I very shortly see thee there. <\/span>
\n<\/span>But, come what may, I do adore thee so, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.<\/span>655<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Act II, Scene 2<\/h2>\n

A street.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since <\/span>
\n<\/span>arrived but hither.<\/span>660<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have <\/span>
\n<\/span>saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. <\/span>
\n<\/span>She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord <\/span>
\n<\/span>into a desperate assurance she will none of him: <\/span>
\n<\/span>and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to <\/span>665<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>come again in his affairs, unless it be to report <\/span>
\n<\/span>your lord’s taking of this. Receive it so.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She took the ring of me: I’ll none of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her <\/span>
\n<\/span>will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth <\/span>670<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be <\/span>
\n<\/span>it his that finds it.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I left no ring with her: what means this lady? <\/span>
\n<\/span>Fortune forbid my outside have not charm’d her! <\/span>675<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>She made good view of me; indeed, so much, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue, <\/span>
\n<\/span>For she did speak in starts distractedly. <\/span>
\n<\/span>She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion <\/span>
\n<\/span>Invites me in this churlish messenger. <\/span>680<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>None of my lord’s ring! why, he sent her none. <\/span>
\n<\/span>I am the man: if it be so, as ’tis, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Poor lady, she were better love a dream. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. <\/span>685<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>How easy is it for the proper-false <\/span>
\n<\/span>In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms! <\/span>
\n<\/span>Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we! <\/span>
\n<\/span>For such as we are made of, such we be. <\/span>
\n<\/span>How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly; <\/span>690<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; <\/span>
\n<\/span>And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. <\/span>
\n<\/span>What will become of this? As I am man, <\/span>
\n<\/span>My state is desperate for my master’s love; <\/span>
\n<\/span>As I am woman,\u2014now alas the day!\u2014 <\/span>695<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! <\/span>
\n<\/span>O time! thou must untangle this, not I; <\/span>
\n<\/span>It is too hard a knot for me to untie!<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Act II, Scene 3<\/h2>\n

OLIVIA\u2019s house.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and SIR ANDREW]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after <\/span>
\n<\/span>midnight is to be up betimes; and ‘diluculo <\/span>
\n<\/span>surgere,’ thou know’st,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up <\/span>
\n<\/span>late is to be up late.<\/span>705<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can. <\/span>
\n<\/span>To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is <\/span>
\n<\/span>early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go <\/span>
\n<\/span>to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the <\/span>
\n<\/span>four elements?<\/span>710<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists <\/span>
\n<\/span>of eating and drinking.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thou’rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!<\/span><\/p>\n

[Enter Clown]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here comes the fool, i’ faith.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture <\/span>
\n<\/span>of ‘we three’?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Welcome, ass. Now let’s have a catch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I <\/span>720<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, <\/span>
\n<\/span>and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In <\/span>
\n<\/span>sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last <\/span>
\n<\/span>night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the <\/span>
\n<\/span>Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: ’twas <\/span>725<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>very good, i’ faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy <\/span>
\n<\/span>leman: hadst it?<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio’s nose <\/span>
\n<\/span>is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the <\/span>
\n<\/span>Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.<\/span>730<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all <\/span>
\n<\/span>is done. Now, a song.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come on; there is sixpence for you: let’s have a song.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There’s a testril of me too: if one knight give a\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?<\/span>735<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A love-song, a love-song.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, ay: I care not for good life.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Sings]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>O mistress mine, where are you roaming? <\/span>
\n<\/span>O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, <\/span>740<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>That can sing both high and low: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Trip no further, pretty sweeting; <\/span>
\n<\/span>Journeys end in lovers meeting, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Every wise man’s son doth know.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Excellent good, i’ faith.<\/span>745<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good, good.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Sings]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>What is love? ’tis not hereafter; <\/span>
\n<\/span>Present mirth hath present laughter; <\/span>
\n<\/span>What’s to come is still unsure: <\/span>750<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>In delay there lies no plenty; <\/span>
\n<\/span>Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Youth’s a stuff will not endure.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A contagious breath.<\/span>755<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Very sweet and contagious, i’ faith.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. <\/span>
\n<\/span>But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we <\/span>
\n<\/span>rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three <\/span>
\n<\/span>souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?<\/span>760<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>An you love me, let’s do’t: I am dog at a catch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By’r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Most certain. Let our catch be, ‘Thou knave.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Hold thy peace, thou knave,’ knight? I shall be <\/span>
\n<\/span>constrained in’t to call thee knave, knight.<\/span>765<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Tis not the first time I have constrained one to <\/span>
\n<\/span>call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins ‘Hold thy peace.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I shall never begin if I hold my peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good, i’ faith. Come, begin.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Catch sung]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

[Enter MARIA]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady <\/span>
\n<\/span>have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him <\/span>
\n<\/span>turn you out of doors, never trust me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My lady’s a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio’s <\/span>775<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>a Peg-a-Ramsey, and ‘Three merry men be we.’ Am not <\/span>
\n<\/span>I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? <\/span>
\n<\/span>Tillyvally. Lady! <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Sings]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>‘There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!’<\/span>780<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Beshrew me, the knight’s in admirable fooling.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do<\/span>
\n<\/span>I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it <\/span>
\n<\/span>more natural.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Sings]<\/i> ‘O, the twelfth day of December,’\u2014<\/span>785<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>For the love o’ God, peace!<\/span><\/p>\n

[Enter MALVOLIO]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye <\/span>
\n<\/span>no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like <\/span>
\n<\/span>tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an <\/span>790<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>alehouse of my lady’s house, that ye squeak out your <\/span>
\n<\/span>coziers’ catches without any mitigation or remorse <\/span>
\n<\/span>of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor <\/span>
\n<\/span>time in you?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!<\/span>795<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me <\/span>
\n<\/span>tell you, that, though she harbours you as her <\/span>
\n<\/span>kinsman, she’s nothing allied to your disorders. If <\/span>
\n<\/span>you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you <\/span>
\n<\/span>are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please <\/span>800<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid <\/span>
\n<\/span>you farewell.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, good Sir Toby.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘His eyes do show his days are almost done.’<\/span>805<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Is’t even so?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘But I will never die.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sir Toby, there you lie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This is much credit to you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Shall I bid him go?’<\/span>810<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘What an if you do?’<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Shall I bid him go, and spare not?’<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘O no, no, no, no, you dare not.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Out o’ tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a <\/span>
\n<\/span>steward? Dost thou think, because thou art <\/span>815<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i’ the <\/span>
\n<\/span>mouth too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thou’rt i’ the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with <\/span>
\n<\/span>crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!<\/span>820<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady’s favour at any <\/span>
\n<\/span>thing more than contempt, you would not give means <\/span>
\n<\/span>for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go shake your ears.<\/span>825<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man’s <\/span>
\n<\/span>a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to <\/span>
\n<\/span>break promise with him and make a fool of him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Do’t, knight: I’ll write thee a challenge: or I’ll <\/span>
\n<\/span>deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.<\/span>830<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the <\/span>
\n<\/span>youth of the count’s was today with thy lady, she is <\/span>
\n<\/span>much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me <\/span>
\n<\/span>alone with him: if I do not gull him into a <\/span>
\n<\/span>nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not <\/span>835<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: <\/span>
\n<\/span>I know I can do it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, if I thought that I’ld beat him like a dog!<\/span>840<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, <\/span>
\n<\/span>dear knight?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have no exquisite reason for’t, but I have reason <\/span>
\n<\/span>good enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing <\/span>845<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, <\/span>
\n<\/span>that cons state without book and utters it by great <\/span>
\n<\/span>swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so <\/span>
\n<\/span>crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is <\/span>
\n<\/span>his grounds of faith that all that look on him love <\/span>850<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find <\/span>
\n<\/span>notable cause to work.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What wilt thou do?<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of <\/span>
\n<\/span>love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape <\/span>855<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure <\/span>
\n<\/span>of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find <\/span>
\n<\/span>himself most feelingly personated. I can write very <\/span>
\n<\/span>like my lady your niece: on a forgotten matter we <\/span>
\n<\/span>can hardly make distinction of our hands.<\/span>860<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Excellent! I smell a device.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have’t in my nose too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, <\/span>
\n<\/span>that they come from my niece, and that she’s in <\/span>
\n<\/span>love with him.<\/span>865<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And your horse now would make him an ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ass, I doubt not.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, ’twill be admirable!<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will <\/span>870<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>work with him. I will plant you two, and let the <\/span>
\n<\/span>fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: <\/span>
\n<\/span>observe his construction of it. For this night, to <\/span>
\n<\/span>bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good night, Penthesilea.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Before me, she’s a good wench.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She’s a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: <\/span>
\n<\/span>what o’ that?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I was adored once too.<\/span>880<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Let’s to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for <\/span>
\n<\/span>more money.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i’ <\/span>
\n<\/span>the end, call me cut.<\/span>885<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, come, I’ll go burn some sack; ’tis too late <\/span>
\n<\/span>to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Act II, Scene 4<\/h2>\n

DUKE ORSINO\u2019s palace.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That old and antique song we heard last night: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Methought it did relieve my passion much, <\/span>
\n<\/span>More than light airs and recollected terms <\/span>895<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Come, but one verse.<\/span><\/p>\n

Curio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Who was it?<\/span><\/p>\n

Curio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady <\/span>900<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Olivia’s father took much delight in. He is about the house.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Seek him out, and play the tune the while. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Exit CURIO. Music plays]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, <\/span>
\n<\/span>In the sweet pangs of it remember me; <\/span>905<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>For such as I am all true lovers are, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Save in the constant image of the creature <\/span>
\n<\/span>That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>It gives a very echo to the seat <\/span>910<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/span>Where Love is throned.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thou dost speak masterly: <\/span>
\n<\/span>My life upon’t, young though thou art, thine eye <\/span>
\n<\/span>Hath stay’d upon some favour that it loves: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Hath it not, boy?<\/span>915<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A little, by your favour.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What kind of woman is’t?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Of your complexion.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She is not worth thee, then. What years, i’ faith?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>About your years, my lord.<\/span>920<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Too old by heaven: let still the woman take <\/span>
\n<\/span>An elder than herself: so wears she to him, <\/span>
\n<\/span>So sways she level in her husband’s heart: <\/span>
\n<\/span>For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, <\/span>925<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Than women’s are.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I think it well, my lord.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Then let thy love be younger than thyself, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Or thy affection cannot hold the bent; <\/span>930<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>For women are as roses, whose fair flower <\/span>
\n<\/span>Being once display’d, doth fall that very hour.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And so they are: alas, that they are so; <\/span>
\n<\/span>To die, even when they to perfection grow!<\/span><\/p>\n

[Re-enter CURIO and Clown]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; <\/span>
\n<\/span>The spinsters and the knitters in the sun <\/span>
\n<\/span>And the free maids that weave their thread with bones <\/span>
\n<\/span>Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, <\/span>940<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>And dallies with the innocence of love, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Like the old age.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Are you ready, sir?<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay; prithee, sing. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Music]<\/i> <\/span>945<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/span>SONG.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come away, come away, death, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And in sad cypress let me be laid; <\/span>
\n<\/span>Fly away, fly away breath; <\/span>
\n<\/span>I am slain by a fair cruel maid. <\/span>950<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, <\/span>
\n<\/span>O, prepare it! <\/span>
\n<\/span>My part of death, no one so true <\/span>
\n<\/span>Did share it. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Not a flower, not a flower sweet <\/span>955<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>On my black coffin let there be strown; <\/span>
\n<\/span>Not a friend, not a friend greet <\/span>
\n<\/span>My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: <\/span>
\n<\/span>A thousand thousand sighs to save, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Lay me, O, where <\/span>960<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Sad true lover never find my grave, <\/span>
\n<\/span>To weep there!<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There’s for thy pains.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I’ll pay thy pleasure then.<\/span>965<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give me now leave to leave thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the <\/span>
\n<\/span>tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for <\/span>
\n<\/span>thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such <\/span>970<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>constancy put to sea, that their business might be <\/span>
\n<\/span>every thing and their intent every where; for that’s <\/span>
\n<\/span>it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Let all the rest give place. <\/span>975<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>[CURIO and Attendants retire]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>Once more, Cesario, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; <\/span>980<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>The parts that fortune hath bestow’d upon her, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; <\/span>
\n<\/span>But ’tis that miracle and queen of gems <\/span>
\n<\/span>That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>But if she cannot love you, sir?<\/span>985<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I cannot be so answer’d.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sooth, but you must. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Hath for your love a great a pang of heart <\/span>
\n<\/span>As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; <\/span>990<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>You tell her so; must she not then be answer’d?<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There is no woman’s sides <\/span>
\n<\/span>Can bide the beating of so strong a passion <\/span>
\n<\/span>As love doth give my heart; no woman’s heart <\/span>
\n<\/span>So big, to hold so much; they lack retention <\/span>995<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Alas, their love may be call’d appetite, <\/span>
\n<\/span>No motion of the liver, but the palate, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt; <\/span>
\n<\/span>But mine is all as hungry as the sea, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And can digest as much: make no compare <\/span>1000<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Between that love a woman can bear me <\/span>
\n<\/span>And that I owe Olivia.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, but I know\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What dost thou know?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Too well what love women to men may owe: <\/span>1005<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>In faith, they are as true of heart as we. <\/span>
\n<\/span>My father had a daughter loved a man, <\/span>
\n<\/span>As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I should your lordship.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And what’s her history?<\/span>1010<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A blank, my lord. She never told her love, <\/span>
\n<\/span>But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And with a green and yellow melancholy <\/span>
\n<\/span>She sat like patience on a monument, <\/span>1015<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? <\/span>
\n<\/span>We men may say more, swear more: but indeed <\/span>
\n<\/span>Our shows are more than will; for still we prove <\/span>
\n<\/span>Much in our vows, but little in our love.<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>But died thy sister of her love, my boy?<\/span>1020<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I am all the daughters of my father’s house, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Sir, shall I to this lady?<\/span><\/p>\n

Orsino<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, that’s the theme. <\/span>
\n<\/span>To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, <\/span>1025<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>My love can give no place, bide no denay.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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Act II, Scene 5<\/h2>\n

OLIVIA\u2019s garden.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, I’ll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, <\/span>1030<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>let me be boiled to death with melancholy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly <\/span>
\n<\/span>rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o’ <\/span>
\n<\/span>favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.<\/span>1035<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To anger him we’ll have the bear again; and we will <\/span>
\n<\/span>fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>An we do not, it is pity of our lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here comes the little villain. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Enter MARIA]<\/i> <\/span>1040<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>How now, my metal of India!<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio’s <\/span>
\n<\/span>coming down this walk: he has been yonder i’ the <\/span>
\n<\/span>sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half <\/span>
\n<\/span>hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I <\/span>1045<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of <\/span>
\n<\/span>him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there, <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Throws down a letter]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

[Enter MALVOLIO]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told <\/span>
\n<\/span>me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come <\/span>
\n<\/span>thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one <\/span>
\n<\/span>of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more <\/span>1055<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>exalted respect than any one else that follows her. <\/span>
\n<\/span>What should I think on’t?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here’s an overweening rogue!<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock <\/span>
\n<\/span>of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!<\/span>1060<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Slight, I could so beat the rogue!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Peace, I say.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To be Count Malvolio!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ah, rogue!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pistol him, pistol him.<\/span>1065<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Peace, peace!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There is example for’t; the lady of the Strachy <\/span>
\n<\/span>married the yeoman of the wardrobe.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Fie on him, Jezebel!<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, peace! now he’s deeply in: look how <\/span>1070<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>imagination blows him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Having been three months married to her, sitting in <\/span>
\n<\/span>my state,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet <\/span>1075<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left <\/span>
\n<\/span>Olivia sleeping,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Fire and brimstone!<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, peace, peace!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And then to have the humour of state; and after a <\/span>1080<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>demure travel of regard, telling them I know my <\/span>
\n<\/span>place as I would they should do theirs, to for my <\/span>
\n<\/span>kinsman Toby,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Bolts and shackles!<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O peace, peace, peace! now, now.<\/span>1085<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make <\/span>
\n<\/span>out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind <\/span>
\n<\/span>up watch, or play with my\u2014some rich jewel. Toby <\/span>
\n<\/span>approaches; courtesies there to me,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Shall this fellow live?<\/span>1090<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar <\/span>
\n<\/span>smile with an austere regard of control,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the lips then?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Saying, ‘Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on <\/span>1095<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>your niece give me this prerogative of speech,’\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What, what?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘You must amend your drunkenness.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Out, scab!<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.<\/span>1100<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with <\/span>
\n<\/span>a foolish knight,’\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That’s me, I warrant you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘One Sir Andrew,’\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I knew ’twas I; for many do call me fool.<\/span>1105<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What employment have we here?<\/span><\/p>\n

[Taking up the letter]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Now is the woodcock near the gin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate reading <\/span>
\n<\/span>aloud to him!<\/span>1110<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By my life, this is my lady’s hand these be her <\/span>
\n<\/span>very C’s, her U’s and her T’s and thus makes she her <\/span>
\n<\/span>great P’s. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Her C’s, her U’s and her T’s: why that?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> ‘To the unknown beloved, this, and my good <\/span>1115<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>wishes:’\u2014her very phrases! By your leave, wax. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she <\/span>
\n<\/span>uses to seal: ’tis my lady. To whom should this be?<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This wins him, liver and all.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>1120<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Jove knows I love: But who? <\/span>
\n<\/span>Lips, do not move; <\/span>
\n<\/span>No man must know. <\/span>
\n<\/span>‘No man must know.’ What follows? the numbers <\/span>
\n<\/span>altered! ‘No man must know:’ if this should be <\/span>1125<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>thee, Malvolio?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, hang thee, brock!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>I may command where I adore; <\/span>
\n<\/span>But silence, like a Lucrece knife, <\/span>1130<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore: <\/span>
\n<\/span>M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A fustian riddle!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Excellent wench, say I.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.’ Nay, but first, let <\/span>1135<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>me see, let me see, let me see.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What dish o’ poison has she dressed him!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And with what wing the staniel cheques at it!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘I may command where I adore.’ Why, she may command <\/span>
\n<\/span>me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is <\/span>1140<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>evident to any formal capacity; there is no <\/span>
\n<\/span>obstruction in this: and the end,\u2014what should <\/span>
\n<\/span>that alphabetical position portend? If I could make <\/span>
\n<\/span>that resemble something in me,\u2014Softly! M, O, A, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I,\u2014<\/span>1145<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sowter will cry upon’t for all this, though it be as <\/span>
\n<\/span>rank as a fox.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>M,\u2014Malvolio; M,\u2014why, that begins my name.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is <\/span>1150<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>excellent at faults.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>M,\u2014but then there is no consonancy in the sequel; <\/span>
\n<\/span>that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And O shall end, I hope.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, or I’ll cudgel him, and make him cry O!<\/span>1155<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And then I comes behind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see <\/span>
\n<\/span>more detraction at your heels than fortunes before <\/span>
\n<\/span>you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: and <\/span>1160<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for <\/span>
\n<\/span>every one of these letters are in my name. Soft! <\/span>
\n<\/span>here follows prose. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>‘If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I <\/span>1165<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some <\/span>
\n<\/span>are born great, some achieve greatness, and some <\/span>
\n<\/span>have greatness thrust upon ’em. Thy Fates open <\/span>
\n<\/span>their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; <\/span>
\n<\/span>and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, <\/span>1170<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be <\/span>
\n<\/span>opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let <\/span>
\n<\/span>thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into <\/span>
\n<\/span>the trick of singularity: she thus advises thee <\/span>
\n<\/span>that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy <\/span>1175<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever <\/span>
\n<\/span>cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art <\/span>
\n<\/span>made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see <\/span>
\n<\/span>thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and <\/span>
\n<\/span>not worthy to touch Fortune’s fingers. Farewell. <\/span>1180<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>She that would alter services with thee, <\/span>
\n<\/span>THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.’ <\/span>
\n<\/span>Daylight and champaign discovers not more: this is <\/span>
\n<\/span>open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross <\/span>1185<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. <\/span>
\n<\/span>I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade <\/span>
\n<\/span>me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady <\/span>
\n<\/span>loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of <\/span>
\n<\/span>late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; <\/span>1190<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>and in this she manifests herself to my love, and <\/span>
\n<\/span>with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits <\/span>
\n<\/span>of her liking. I thank my stars I am happy. I will <\/span>
\n<\/span>be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and <\/span>
\n<\/span>cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting <\/span>1195<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a <\/span>
\n<\/span>postscript. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>‘Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou <\/span>
\n<\/span>entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; <\/span>1200<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my <\/span>
\n<\/span>presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.’ <\/span>
\n<\/span>Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do <\/span>
\n<\/span>everything that thou wilt have me.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exit]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will not give my part of this sport for a pension <\/span>
\n<\/span>of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I could marry this wench for this device.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>So could I too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.<\/span>1210<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nor I neither.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here comes my noble gull-catcher.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Re-enter MARIA]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Wilt thou set thy foot o’ my neck?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Or o’ mine either?<\/span>1215<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy <\/span>
\n<\/span>bond-slave?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I’ faith, or I either?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when <\/span>
\n<\/span>the image of it leaves him he must run mad.<\/span>1220<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark <\/span>
\n<\/span>his first approach before my lady: he will come to <\/span>
\n<\/span>her in yellow stockings, and ’tis a colour she <\/span>1225<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; <\/span>
\n<\/span>and he will smile upon her, which will now be so <\/span>
\n<\/span>unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a <\/span>
\n<\/span>melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him <\/span>
\n<\/span>into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow <\/span>1230<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I’ll make one too.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n\n\t\t\t

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