{"id":157,"date":"2015-06-23T23:56:00","date_gmt":"2015-06-23T23:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/courses.candelalearning.com\/americanlit1x22x1\/?post_type=chapter&p=157"},"modified":"2015-06-24T17:31:59","modified_gmt":"2015-06-24T17:31:59","slug":"act-iii","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/rangercollege-britlit1-curry\/chapter\/act-iii\/","title":{"raw":"Act III","rendered":"Act III"},"content":{"raw":"[caption id=\"attachment_177\" align=\"aligncenter\" width=\"300\"]\"Oil<\/a> Scene from \"Twelfth Night,\" Act III IV, where Fabian (far left) encourages Viola\/Cesario (second left) to fight Sir Andrew Aguecheek (second right), encouraged by Sir Toby Belch (far right), because Viola is accused of wooing Olivia, whereas Andrew wishes to woo her instead.[\/caption]\r\n

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

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

[Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabour]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by <\/span>\r\n<\/span>thy tabour?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, sir, I live by the church.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Art thou a churchman?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for <\/span>1240<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the church.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.<\/span>1245<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>wrong side may be turned outward!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with <\/span>\r\n<\/span>words may quickly make them wanton.<\/span>1250<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, man?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that <\/span>\r\n<\/span>word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words <\/span>\r\n<\/span>are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.<\/span>1255<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thy reason, man?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>words are grown so false, I am loath to prove <\/span>\r\n<\/span>reason with them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.<\/span>1260<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my <\/span>\r\n<\/span>conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be <\/span>\r\n<\/span>to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she <\/span>1265<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to <\/span>\r\n<\/span>herrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not <\/span>\r\n<\/span>her fool, but her corrupter of words.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.<\/span>1270<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the fool should be as oft with your master as with <\/span>\r\n<\/span>my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. <\/span>1275<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Hold, there's expenses for thee.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for <\/span>\r\n<\/span>one; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Aside]<\/i> <\/span>1280<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>lady within?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Yes, being kept together and put to use.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring <\/span>1285<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>a Cressida to this Troilus.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but <\/span>\r\n<\/span>a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>within, sir. I will construe to them whence you <\/span>1290<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>come; who you are and what you would are out of my <\/span>\r\n<\/span>welkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And to do that well craves a kind of wit: <\/span>1295<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>He must observe their mood on whom he jests, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>The quality of persons, and the time, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That comes before his eye. This is a practise <\/span>\r\n<\/span>As full of labour as a wise man's art <\/span>1300<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>For folly that he wisely shows is fit; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Save you, gentleman.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And you, sir.<\/span>1305<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Dieu vous garde, monsieur.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous <\/span>\r\n<\/span>you should enter, if your trade be to her.<\/span>1310<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>list of my voyage.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My legs do better understand me, sir, than I <\/span>\r\n<\/span>understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.<\/span>1315<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I mean, to go, sir, to enter.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we <\/span>\r\n<\/span>are prevented. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain <\/span>1320<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>odours on you!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and vouchsafed ear.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em <\/span>1325<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>all three all ready.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Give me your hand, sir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My duty, madam, and most humble service.<\/span>1330<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What is your name?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.<\/span>1335<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And he is yours, and his must needs be yours: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts <\/span>1340<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>On his behalf.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, by your leave, I pray you, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I bade you never speak again of him: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But, would you undertake another suit, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I had rather hear you to solicit that <\/span>1345<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Than music from the spheres.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Dear lady,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give me leave, beseech you. I did send, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>After the last enchantment you did here, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse <\/span>1350<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Under your hard construction must I sit,To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Which you knew none of yours: what might you think? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Have you not set mine honour at the stake <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts <\/span>1355<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I pity you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That's a degree to love.<\/span>1360<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That very oft we pity enemies.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>If one should be a prey, how much the better <\/span>1365<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>To fall before the lion than the wolf! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Clock strikes]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, <\/span>1370<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Your were is alike to reap a proper man: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>There lies your way, due west.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Attend your ladyship! <\/span>\r\n<\/span>You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?<\/span>1375<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Stay: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That you do think you are not what you are.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If I think so, I think the same of you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Then think you right: I am not what I am.<\/span>1380<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would you were as I would have you be!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Would it be better, madam, than I am? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I wish it might, for now I am your fool.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful <\/span>\r\n<\/span>In the contempt and anger of his lip! <\/span>1385<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Cesario, by the roses of the spring, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, <\/span>1390<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But rather reason thus with reason fetter, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Love sought is good, but given unsought better.<\/span>1395<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By innocence I swear, and by my youth <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And that no woman has; nor never none <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And so adieu, good madam: never more <\/span>1400<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Will I my master's tears to you deplore.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n \r\n

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

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

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

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; <\/span>1410<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>I saw't i' the orchard.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>As plain as I see you now.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This was a great argument of love in her toward you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?<\/span>1415<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of <\/span>\r\n<\/span>judgment and reason.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And they have been grand-jury-men since before Noah <\/span>\r\n<\/span>was a sailor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She did show favour to the youth in your sight only <\/span>1420<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to <\/span>\r\n<\/span>put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>You should then have accosted her; and with some <\/span>\r\n<\/span>excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should <\/span>\r\n<\/span>have banged the youth into dumbness. This was <\/span>1425<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash <\/span>\r\n<\/span>off, and you are now sailed into the north of my <\/span>\r\n<\/span>lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle <\/span>\r\n<\/span>on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by <\/span>1430<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>politician.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of <\/span>1435<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight <\/span>\r\n<\/span>with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall <\/span>\r\n<\/span>take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no <\/span>\r\n<\/span>love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's <\/span>\r\n<\/span>commendation with woman than report of valour.<\/span>1440<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: <\/span>1445<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be <\/span>\r\n<\/span>amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of <\/span>\r\n<\/span>paper, although the sheet were big enough for the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou <\/span>1450<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Where shall I find you?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.<\/span>1455<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand <\/span>\r\n<\/span>strong, or so.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll <\/span>\r\n<\/span>not deliver't?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Never trust me, then; and by all means stir on the <\/span>1460<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes <\/span>\r\n<\/span>cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were <\/span>\r\n<\/span>opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as <\/span>\r\n<\/span>will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the anatomy.<\/span>1465<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no <\/span>\r\n<\/span>great presage of cruelty.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself <\/span>1470<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Christian, that means to be saved by believing <\/span>\r\n<\/span>rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.<\/span>1475<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And cross-gartered?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school <\/span>\r\n<\/span>i' the church. I have dogged him, like his <\/span>\r\n<\/span>murderer. He does obey every point of the letter <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his <\/span>1480<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>face into more lines than is in the new map with the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such <\/span>\r\n<\/span>a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things <\/span>\r\n<\/span>at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>he'll smile and take't for a great favour.<\/span>1485<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, bring us, bring us where he is.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n \r\n

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

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

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

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would not by my will have troubled you; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, <\/span>1490<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>I will no further chide you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I could not stay behind you: my desire, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And not all love to see you, though so much <\/span>\r\n<\/span>As might have drawn one to a longer voyage, <\/span>1495<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>But jealousy what might befall your travel, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Unguided and unfriended, often prove <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Rough and unhospitable: my willing love, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>The rather by these arguments of fear, <\/span>1500<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Set forth in your pursuit.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My kind Antonio, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I can no other answer make but thanks, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And thanks; and ever thanks; and oft good turns <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: <\/span>1505<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>But, were my worth as is my conscience firm, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>You should find better dealing. What's to do? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Shall we go see the reliques of this town?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I am not weary, and 'tis long to night: <\/span>1510<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes <\/span>\r\n<\/span>With the memorials and the things of fame <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That do renown this city.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Would you'ld pardon me; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I do not without danger walk these streets: <\/span>1515<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I did some service; of such note indeed, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Belike you slew great number of his people.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The offence is not of such a bloody nature; <\/span>1520<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Might well have given us bloody argument. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>It might have since been answer'd in repaying <\/span>\r\n<\/span>What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Most of our city did: only myself stood out; <\/span>1525<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>For which, if I be lapsed in this place, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I shall pay dear.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Do not then walk too open.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, <\/span>1530<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge <\/span>\r\n<\/span>With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why I your purse?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Haply your eye shall light upon some toy <\/span>1535<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>You have desire to purchase; and your store, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I think, is not for idle markets, sir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you <\/span>\r\n<\/span>For an hour.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To the Elephant.<\/span>1540<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I do remember.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exeunt]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n \r\n

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

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

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

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have sent after him: he says he'll come; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>How shall I feast him? what bestow of him? <\/span>1545<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I speak too loud. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And suits well for a servant with my fortunes: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Where is Malvolio?<\/span>1550<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He <\/span>\r\n<\/span>is, sure, possessed, madam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, what's the matter? does he rave?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your <\/span>\r\n<\/span>ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if <\/span>1555<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go call him hither. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Exit MARIA]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I am as mad as he, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>If sad and merry madness equal be. <\/span>1560<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>[Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>How now, Malvolio!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sweet lady, ho, ho.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Smilest thou? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.<\/span>1565<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some <\/span>\r\n<\/span>obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but <\/span>\r\n<\/span>what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>please all.'<\/span>1570<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It <\/span>\r\n<\/span>did come to his hands, and commands shall be <\/span>\r\n<\/span>executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?<\/span>1575<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss <\/span>\r\n<\/span>thy hand so oft?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>How do you, Malvolio?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.<\/span>1580<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Some are born great,'\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ha!<\/span>1585<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Some achieve greatness,'\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What sayest thou?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Heaven restore thee!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'\u2014<\/span>1590<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thy yellow stockings!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Cross-gartered!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Am I made?<\/span>1595<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, this is very midsummer madness.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Servant<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he <\/span>1600<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>attends your ladyship's pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I'll come to him. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Exit Servant]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's <\/span>\r\n<\/span>my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special <\/span>1605<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>care of him: I would not have him miscarry for the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>half of my dowry.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with <\/span>1610<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may <\/span>\r\n<\/span>appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that <\/span>\r\n<\/span>in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says she; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>'be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put <\/span>1615<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>thyself into the trick of singularity;' and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad <\/span>\r\n<\/span>face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have <\/span>\r\n<\/span>limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me <\/span>1620<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>thankful! And when she went away now, 'Let this <\/span>\r\n<\/span>fellow be looked to:' fellow! not Malvolio, nor <\/span>\r\n<\/span>after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing <\/span>\r\n<\/span>adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no <\/span>\r\n<\/span>scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous <\/span>1625<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>or unsafe circumstance\u2014What can be said? Nothing <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that can be can come between me and the full <\/span>\r\n<\/span>prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>doer of this, and he is to be thanked.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion <\/span>\r\n<\/span>himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>how is't with you, man?<\/span>1635<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go <\/span>\r\n<\/span>off.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>care of him.<\/span>1640<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ah, ha! does she so?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently <\/span>\r\n<\/span>with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how <\/span>\r\n<\/span>is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>consider, he's an enemy to mankind.<\/span>1645<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Do you know what you say?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes <\/span>\r\n<\/span>it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Carry his water to the wise woman.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I <\/span>1650<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>How now, mistress!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O Lord!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do <\/span>\r\n<\/span>you not see you move him? let me alone with him.<\/span>1655<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is <\/span>\r\n<\/span>rough, and will not be roughly used.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sir!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for <\/span>1660<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang <\/span>\r\n<\/span>him, foul collier!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My prayers, minx!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.<\/span>1665<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow <\/span>\r\n<\/span>things: I am not of your element: you shall know <\/span>\r\n<\/span>more hereafter.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Is't possible?<\/span>1670<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If this were played upon a stage now, I could <\/span>\r\n<\/span>condemn it as an improbable fiction.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, we shall make him mad indeed.<\/span>1675<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The house will be the quieter.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My <\/span>\r\n<\/span>niece is already in the belief that he's mad: we <\/span>\r\n<\/span>may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt <\/span>1680<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>us to have mercy on him: at which time we will <\/span>\r\n<\/span>bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>finder of madmen. But see, but see.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>More matter for a May morning.<\/span>1685<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's <\/span>\r\n<\/span>vinegar and pepper in't.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give me. <\/span>1690<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>'Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good, and valiant.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> 'Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.'<\/span>1695<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> 'Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my <\/span>\r\n<\/span>sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Very brief, and to exceeding good sense\u2014less.<\/span>1700<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> 'I will waylay thee going home; where if it <\/span>\r\n<\/span>be thy chance to kill me,'\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> 'Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.'<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good.<\/span>1705<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> 'Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon <\/span>\r\n<\/span>one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but <\/span>\r\n<\/span>my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy <\/span>\r\n<\/span>friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>ANDREW AGUECHEEK. <\/span>1710<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I'll give't him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in <\/span>\r\n<\/span>some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the <\/span>1715<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest <\/span>\r\n<\/span>him, draw; and, as thou drawest swear horrible; for <\/span>\r\n<\/span>it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood <\/span>\r\n<\/span>more approbation than ever proof itself would have <\/span>1720<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>earned him. Away!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, let me alone for swearing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behavior <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good <\/span>1725<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>capacity and breeding; his employment between his <\/span>\r\n<\/span>lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this <\/span>\r\n<\/span>letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no <\/span>\r\n<\/span>terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a <\/span>\r\n<\/span>clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by <\/span>1730<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of valour; and drive the gentleman, as I know his <\/span>\r\n<\/span>youth will aptly receive it, into a most hideous <\/span>\r\n<\/span>opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>This will so fright them both that they will kill <\/span>1735<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>one another by the look, like cockatrices.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[Re-enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here he comes with your niece: give them way till <\/span>\r\n<\/span>he take leave, and presently after him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will meditate the while upon some horrid message <\/span>1740<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>for a challenge.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have said too much unto a heart of stone <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And laid mine honour too unchary out: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>There's something in me that reproves my fault; <\/span>1745<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>But such a headstrong potent fault it is, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That it but mocks reproof.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>With the same 'havior that your passion bears <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Goes on my master's grief.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; <\/span>1750<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And I beseech you come again to-morrow. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>What shall you ask of me that I'll deny, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That honour saved may upon asking give?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nothing but this; your true love for my master.<\/span>1755<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>How with mine honour may I give him that <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Which I have given to you?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will acquit you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.<\/span>1760<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

[Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Gentleman, God save thee.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And you, sir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what <\/span>1765<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know <\/span>\r\n<\/span>not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for <\/span>\r\n<\/span>thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.<\/span>1770<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel <\/span>\r\n<\/span>to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from <\/span>\r\n<\/span>any image of offence done to any man.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>if you hold your life at any price, betake you to <\/span>1775<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>your guard; for your opposite hath in him what <\/span>\r\n<\/span>youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man withal.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I pray you, sir, what is he?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on <\/span>\r\n<\/span>carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private <\/span>1780<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>his incensement at this moment is so implacable, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will return again into the house and desire some <\/span>1785<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on <\/span>\r\n<\/span>others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of that quirk.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a <\/span>1790<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>very competent injury: therefore, get you on and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>give him his desire. Back you shall not to the <\/span>\r\n<\/span>house, unless you undertake that with me which with <\/span>\r\n<\/span>as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you <\/span>1795<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me <\/span>\r\n<\/span>this courteous office, as to know of the knight what <\/span>\r\n<\/span>my offence to him is: it is something of my <\/span>\r\n<\/span>negligence, nothing of my purpose.<\/span>1800<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this <\/span>\r\n<\/span>gentleman till my return.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a <\/span>1805<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I beseech you, what manner of man is he?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by <\/span>\r\n<\/span>his form, as you are like to find him in the proof <\/span>\r\n<\/span>of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, <\/span>1810<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly <\/span>\r\n<\/span>have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk <\/span>\r\n<\/span>towards him? I will make your peace with him if I <\/span>\r\n<\/span>can.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that <\/span>1815<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I <\/span>\r\n<\/span>care not who knows so much of my mettle.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

[Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH, with SIR ANDREW]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a <\/span>1820<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal <\/span>\r\n<\/span>motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he <\/span>\r\n<\/span>pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they <\/span>\r\n<\/span>step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.<\/span>1825<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can <\/span>\r\n<\/span>scarce hold him yonder.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant and so <\/span>\r\n<\/span>cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld <\/span>1830<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show <\/span>\r\n<\/span>on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Aside]<\/i> <\/span>1835<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[To FABIAN]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I have his horse to take up the quarrel: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.<\/span>1840<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and <\/span>\r\n<\/span>looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[To VIOLA]<\/i> There's no remedy, sir; he will fight <\/span>\r\n<\/span>with you for's oath sake: marry, he hath better <\/span>\r\n<\/span>bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now <\/span>1845<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for <\/span>\r\n<\/span>the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Aside]<\/i> Pray God defend me! A little thing would <\/span>\r\n<\/span>make me tell them how much I lack of a man.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give ground, if you see him furious.<\/span>1850<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman <\/span>\r\n<\/span>will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has <\/span>\r\n<\/span>promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he <\/span>\r\n<\/span>will not hurt you. Come on; to't.<\/span>1855<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pray God, he keep his oath!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I do assure you, 'tis against my will.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[They draw]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Put up your sword. If this young gentleman <\/span>1860<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Have done offence, I take the fault on me: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>If you offend him, I for him defy you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You, sir! why, what are you?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Than you have heard him brag to you he will.<\/span>1865<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

[They draw]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I'll be with you anon.<\/span>1870<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily <\/span>\r\n<\/span>and reins well.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

First Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This is the man; do thy office.<\/span>1875<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Second Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You do mistake me, sir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

First Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Take him away: he knows I know him well.<\/span>1880<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I must obey. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>[To VIOLA]<\/i> <\/span>\r\n<\/span>This comes with seeking you: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>What will you do, now my necessity <\/span>1885<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Much more for what I cannot do for you <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>But be of comfort.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Second Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, sir, away.<\/span>1890<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I must entreat of you some of that money.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What money, sir? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Out of my lean and low ability <\/span>1895<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>I'll lend you something: my having is not much; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I'll make division of my present with you: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Hold, there's half my coffer.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Will you deny me now? <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Is't possible that my deserts to you <\/span>1900<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Lest that it make me so unsound a man <\/span>\r\n<\/span>As to upbraid you with those kindnesses <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That I have done for you.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I know of none; <\/span>1905<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>Nor know I you by voice or any feature: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I hate ingratitude more in a man <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Inhabits our frail blood.<\/span>1910<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O heavens themselves!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Second Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, sir, I pray you, go.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here <\/span>\r\n<\/span>I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Relieved him with such sanctity of love, <\/span>1915<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>And to his image, which methought did promise <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Most venerable worth, did I devotion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

First Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What's that to us? The time goes by: away!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>But O how vile an idol proves this god <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. <\/span>1920<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>In nature there's no blemish but the mind; <\/span>\r\n<\/span>None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind: <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Are empty trunks o'erflourish'd by the devil.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

First Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir.<\/span>1925<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Lead me on.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Methinks his words do from such passion fly, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>That he believes himself: so do not I. <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, <\/span>1930<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll <\/span>\r\n<\/span>whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He named Sebastian: I my brother know <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Yet living in my glass; even such and so <\/span>1935<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span>In favour was my brother, and he went <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>For him I imitate: O, if it prove, <\/span>\r\n<\/span>Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than <\/span>\r\n<\/span>a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his <\/span>\r\n<\/span>friend here in necessity and denying him; and for <\/span>\r\n<\/span>his cowardship, ask Fabian.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.<\/span>1945<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>An I do not,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, let's see the event.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.<\/span>1950<\/b><\/span>\r\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

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

Scene from “Twelfth Night,” Act III IV, where Fabian (far left) encourages Viola\/Cesario (second left) to fight Sir Andrew Aguecheek (second right), encouraged by Sir Toby Belch (far right), because Viola is accused of wooing Olivia, whereas Andrew wishes to woo her instead.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

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

[Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabour]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by <\/span>
\n<\/span>thy tabour?<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, sir, I live by the church.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Art thou a churchman?<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for <\/span>1240<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by <\/span>
\n<\/span>the church.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a <\/span>
\n<\/span>beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy <\/span>
\n<\/span>tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.<\/span>1245<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is <\/span>
\n<\/span>but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the <\/span>
\n<\/span>wrong side may be turned outward!<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, that’s certain; they that dally nicely with <\/span>
\n<\/span>words may quickly make them wanton.<\/span>1250<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, man?<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, sir, her name’s a word; and to dally with that <\/span>
\n<\/span>word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words <\/span>
\n<\/span>are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.<\/span>1255<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thy reason, man?<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and <\/span>
\n<\/span>words are grown so false, I am loath to prove <\/span>
\n<\/span>reason with them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.<\/span>1260<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my <\/span>
\n<\/span>conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be <\/span>
\n<\/span>to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Art not thou the Lady Olivia’s fool?<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she <\/span>1265<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and <\/span>
\n<\/span>fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to <\/span>
\n<\/span>herrings; the husband’s the bigger: I am indeed not <\/span>
\n<\/span>her fool, but her corrupter of words.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I saw thee late at the Count Orsino’s.<\/span>1270<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, <\/span>
\n<\/span>it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but <\/span>
\n<\/span>the fool should be as oft with your master as with <\/span>
\n<\/span>my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, an thou pass upon me, I’ll no more with thee. <\/span>1275<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Hold, there’s expenses for thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By my troth, I’ll tell thee, I am almost sick for <\/span>
\n<\/span>one; <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Aside]<\/i> <\/span>1280<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy <\/span>
\n<\/span>lady within?<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Yes, being kept together and put to use.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring <\/span>1285<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>a Cressida to this Troilus.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I understand you, sir; ’tis well begged.<\/span><\/p>\n

Feste<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but <\/span>
\n<\/span>a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is <\/span>
\n<\/span>within, sir. I will construe to them whence you <\/span>1290<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>come; who you are and what you would are out of my <\/span>
\n<\/span>welkin, I might say ‘element,’ but the word is over-worn.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; <\/span>
\n<\/span>And to do that well craves a kind of wit: <\/span>1295<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>He must observe their mood on whom he jests, <\/span>
\n<\/span>The quality of persons, and the time, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather <\/span>
\n<\/span>That comes before his eye. This is a practise <\/span>
\n<\/span>As full of labour as a wise man’s art <\/span>1300<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>For folly that he wisely shows is fit; <\/span>
\n<\/span>But wise men, folly-fall’n, quite taint their wit.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Save you, gentleman.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And you, sir.<\/span>1305<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Dieu vous garde, monsieur.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous <\/span>
\n<\/span>you should enter, if your trade be to her.<\/span>1310<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the <\/span>
\n<\/span>list of my voyage.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My legs do better understand me, sir, than I <\/span>
\n<\/span>understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.<\/span>1315<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I mean, to go, sir, to enter.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we <\/span>
\n<\/span>are prevented. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain <\/span>1320<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>odours on you!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That youth’s a rare courtier: ‘Rain odours;’ well.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant <\/span>
\n<\/span>and vouchsafed ear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Odours,’ ‘pregnant’ and ‘vouchsafed:’ I’ll get ’em <\/span>1325<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>all three all ready.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>Give me your hand, sir.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My duty, madam, and most humble service.<\/span>1330<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What is your name?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Cesario is your servant’s name, fair princess.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My servant, sir! ‘Twas never merry world <\/span>
\n<\/span>Since lowly feigning was call’d compliment: <\/span>
\n<\/span>You’re servant to the Count Orsino, youth.<\/span>1335<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And he is yours, and his must needs be yours: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Would they were blanks, rather than fill’d with me!<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts <\/span>1340<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>On his behalf.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, by your leave, I pray you, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I bade you never speak again of him: <\/span>
\n<\/span>But, would you undertake another suit, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I had rather hear you to solicit that <\/span>1345<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Than music from the spheres.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Dear lady,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give me leave, beseech you. I did send, <\/span>
\n<\/span>After the last enchantment you did here, <\/span>
\n<\/span>A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse <\/span>1350<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Under your hard construction must I sit,To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Which you knew none of yours: what might you think? <\/span>
\n<\/span>Have you not set mine honour at the stake <\/span>
\n<\/span>And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts <\/span>1355<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving <\/span>
\n<\/span>Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I pity you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That’s a degree to love.<\/span>1360<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, not a grize; for ’tis a vulgar proof, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That very oft we pity enemies.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, then, methinks ’tis time to smile again. <\/span>
\n<\/span>O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud! <\/span>
\n<\/span>If one should be a prey, how much the better <\/span>1365<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>To fall before the lion than the wolf! <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Clock strikes]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: <\/span>
\n<\/span>And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, <\/span>1370<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Your were is alike to reap a proper man: <\/span>
\n<\/span>There lies your way, due west.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition <\/span>
\n<\/span>Attend your ladyship! <\/span>
\n<\/span>You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?<\/span>1375<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Stay: <\/span>
\n<\/span>I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That you do think you are not what you are.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If I think so, I think the same of you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Then think you right: I am not what I am.<\/span>1380<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would you were as I would have you be!<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Would it be better, madam, than I am? <\/span>
\n<\/span>I wish it might, for now I am your fool.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful <\/span>
\n<\/span>In the contempt and anger of his lip! <\/span>1385<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon <\/span>
\n<\/span>Than love that would seem hid: love’s night is noon. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Cesario, by the roses of the spring, <\/span>
\n<\/span>By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, <\/span>1390<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, <\/span>
\n<\/span>For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause, <\/span>
\n<\/span>But rather reason thus with reason fetter, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Love sought is good, but given unsought better.<\/span>1395<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>By innocence I swear, and by my youth <\/span>
\n<\/span>I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And that no woman has; nor never none <\/span>
\n<\/span>Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. <\/span>
\n<\/span>And so adieu, good madam: never more <\/span>1400<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Will I my master’s tears to you deplore.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move <\/span>
\n<\/span>That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

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

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

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

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, faith, I’ll not stay a jot longer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the <\/span>
\n<\/span>count’s serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; <\/span>1410<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>I saw’t i’ the orchard.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>As plain as I see you now.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This was a great argument of love in her toward you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Slight, will you make an ass o’ me?<\/span>1415<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of <\/span>
\n<\/span>judgment and reason.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And they have been grand-jury-men since before Noah <\/span>
\n<\/span>was a sailor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>She did show favour to the youth in your sight only <\/span>1420<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to <\/span>
\n<\/span>put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver. <\/span>
\n<\/span>You should then have accosted her; and with some <\/span>
\n<\/span>excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should <\/span>
\n<\/span>have banged the youth into dumbness. This was <\/span>1425<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the <\/span>
\n<\/span>double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash <\/span>
\n<\/span>off, and you are now sailed into the north of my <\/span>
\n<\/span>lady’s opinion; where you will hang like an icicle <\/span>
\n<\/span>on a Dutchman’s beard, unless you do redeem it by <\/span>1430<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>An’t be any way, it must be with valour; for policy <\/span>
\n<\/span>I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a <\/span>
\n<\/span>politician.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of <\/span>1435<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>valour. Challenge me the count’s youth to fight <\/span>
\n<\/span>with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall <\/span>
\n<\/span>take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no <\/span>
\n<\/span>love-broker in the world can more prevail in man’s <\/span>
\n<\/span>commendation with woman than report of valour.<\/span>1440<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; <\/span>
\n<\/span>it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun <\/span>
\n<\/span>of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: <\/span>1445<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>if thou thou’st him some thrice, it shall not be <\/span>
\n<\/span>amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of <\/span>
\n<\/span>paper, although the sheet were big enough for the <\/span>
\n<\/span>bed of Ware in England, set ’em down: go, about it. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou <\/span>1450<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Where shall I find you?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>We’ll call thee at the cubiculo: go.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.<\/span>1455<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand <\/span>
\n<\/span>strong, or so.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>We shall have a rare letter from him: but you’ll <\/span>
\n<\/span>not deliver’t?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Never trust me, then; and by all means stir on the <\/span>1460<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes <\/span>
\n<\/span>cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were <\/span>
\n<\/span>opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as <\/span>
\n<\/span>will clog the foot of a flea, I’ll eat the rest of <\/span>
\n<\/span>the anatomy.<\/span>1465<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no <\/span>
\n<\/span>great presage of cruelty.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself <\/span>1470<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is <\/span>
\n<\/span>turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no <\/span>
\n<\/span>Christian, that means to be saved by believing <\/span>
\n<\/span>rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages <\/span>
\n<\/span>of grossness. He’s in yellow stockings.<\/span>1475<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And cross-gartered?<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school <\/span>
\n<\/span>i’ the church. I have dogged him, like his <\/span>
\n<\/span>murderer. He does obey every point of the letter <\/span>
\n<\/span>that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his <\/span>1480<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>face into more lines than is in the new map with the <\/span>
\n<\/span>augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such <\/span>
\n<\/span>a thing as ’tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things <\/span>
\n<\/span>at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do, <\/span>
\n<\/span>he’ll smile and take’t for a great favour.<\/span>1485<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, bring us, bring us where he is.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

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

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

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

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I would not by my will have troubled you; <\/span>
\n<\/span>But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, <\/span>1490<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>I will no further chide you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I could not stay behind you: my desire, <\/span>
\n<\/span>More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; <\/span>
\n<\/span>And not all love to see you, though so much <\/span>
\n<\/span>As might have drawn one to a longer voyage, <\/span>1495<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>But jealousy what might befall your travel, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Unguided and unfriended, often prove <\/span>
\n<\/span>Rough and unhospitable: my willing love, <\/span>
\n<\/span>The rather by these arguments of fear, <\/span>1500<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Set forth in your pursuit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My kind Antonio, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I can no other answer make but thanks, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And thanks; and ever thanks; and oft good turns <\/span>
\n<\/span>Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: <\/span>1505<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>But, were my worth as is my conscience firm, <\/span>
\n<\/span>You should find better dealing. What’s to do? <\/span>
\n<\/span>Shall we go see the reliques of this town?<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I am not weary, and ’tis long to night: <\/span>1510<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes <\/span>
\n<\/span>With the memorials and the things of fame <\/span>
\n<\/span>That do renown this city.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Would you’ld pardon me; <\/span>
\n<\/span>I do not without danger walk these streets: <\/span>1515<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Once, in a sea-fight, ‘gainst the count his galleys <\/span>
\n<\/span>I did some service; of such note indeed, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That were I ta’en here it would scarce be answer’d.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Belike you slew great number of his people.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The offence is not of such a bloody nature; <\/span>1520<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel <\/span>
\n<\/span>Might well have given us bloody argument. <\/span>
\n<\/span>It might have since been answer’d in repaying <\/span>
\n<\/span>What we took from them; which, for traffic’s sake, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Most of our city did: only myself stood out; <\/span>1525<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>For which, if I be lapsed in this place, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I shall pay dear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Do not then walk too open.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here’s my purse. <\/span>
\n<\/span>In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, <\/span>1530<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge <\/span>
\n<\/span>With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why I your purse?<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Haply your eye shall light upon some toy <\/span>1535<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>You have desire to purchase; and your store, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I think, is not for idle markets, sir.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I’ll be your purse-bearer and leave you <\/span>
\n<\/span>For an hour.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To the Elephant.<\/span>1540<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sebastian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I do remember.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

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

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

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

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have sent after him: he says he’ll come; <\/span>
\n<\/span>How shall I feast him? what bestow of him? <\/span>1545<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>For youth is bought more oft than begg’d or borrow’d. <\/span>
\n<\/span>I speak too loud. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And suits well for a servant with my fortunes: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Where is Malvolio?<\/span>1550<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He’s coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He <\/span>
\n<\/span>is, sure, possessed, madam.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, what’s the matter? does he rave?<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your <\/span>
\n<\/span>ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if <\/span>1555<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in’s wits.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go call him hither. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Exit MARIA]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>I am as mad as he, <\/span>
\n<\/span>If sad and merry madness equal be. <\/span>1560<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>[Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>How now, Malvolio!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sweet lady, ho, ho.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Smilest thou? <\/span>
\n<\/span>I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.<\/span>1565<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some <\/span>
\n<\/span>obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but <\/span>
\n<\/span>what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is <\/span>
\n<\/span>with me as the very true sonnet is, ‘Please one, and <\/span>
\n<\/span>please all.’<\/span>1570<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It <\/span>
\n<\/span>did come to his hands, and commands shall be <\/span>
\n<\/span>executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?<\/span>1575<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I’ll come to thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss <\/span>
\n<\/span>thy hand so oft?<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>How do you, Malvolio?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.<\/span>1580<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Be not afraid of greatness:’ ’twas well writ.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Some are born great,’\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ha!<\/span>1585<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Some achieve greatness,’\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What sayest thou?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘And some have greatness thrust upon them.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Heaven restore thee!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,’\u2014<\/span>1590<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Thy yellow stockings!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘And wished to see thee cross-gartered.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Cross-gartered!<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;’\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Am I made?<\/span>1595<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘If not, let me see thee a servant still.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, this is very midsummer madness.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Servant<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino’s is <\/span>
\n<\/span>returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he <\/span>1600<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>attends your ladyship’s pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I’ll come to him. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Exit Servant]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where’s <\/span>
\n<\/span>my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special <\/span>1605<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>care of him: I would not have him miscarry for the <\/span>
\n<\/span>half of my dowry.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than <\/span>
\n<\/span>Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with <\/span>1610<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may <\/span>
\n<\/span>appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that <\/span>
\n<\/span>in the letter. ‘Cast thy humble slough,’ says she; <\/span>
\n<\/span>‘be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; <\/span>
\n<\/span>let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put <\/span>1615<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>thyself into the trick of singularity;’ and <\/span>
\n<\/span>consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad <\/span>
\n<\/span>face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the <\/span>
\n<\/span>habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have <\/span>
\n<\/span>limed her; but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove make me <\/span>1620<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>thankful! And when she went away now, ‘Let this <\/span>
\n<\/span>fellow be looked to:’ fellow! not Malvolio, nor <\/span>
\n<\/span>after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing <\/span>
\n<\/span>adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no <\/span>
\n<\/span>scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous <\/span>1625<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>or unsafe circumstance\u2014What can be said? Nothing <\/span>
\n<\/span>that can be can come between me and the full <\/span>
\n<\/span>prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the <\/span>
\n<\/span>doer of this, and he is to be thanked.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all <\/span>
\n<\/span>the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion <\/span>
\n<\/span>himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here he is, here he is. How is’t with you, sir? <\/span>
\n<\/span>how is’t with you, man?<\/span>1635<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go <\/span>
\n<\/span>off.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not <\/span>
\n<\/span>I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a <\/span>
\n<\/span>care of him.<\/span>1640<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ah, ha! does she so?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently <\/span>
\n<\/span>with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how <\/span>
\n<\/span>is’t with you? What, man! defy the devil: <\/span>
\n<\/span>consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.<\/span>1645<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Do you know what you say?<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes <\/span>
\n<\/span>it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Carry his water to the wise woman.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I <\/span>1650<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>live. My lady would not lose him for more than I’ll say.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>How now, mistress!<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O Lord!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do <\/span>
\n<\/span>you not see you move him? let me alone with him.<\/span>1655<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is <\/span>
\n<\/span>rough, and will not be roughly used.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck?<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sir!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! ’tis not for <\/span>1660<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang <\/span>
\n<\/span>him, foul collier!<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>My prayers, minx!<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.<\/span>1665<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Malvolio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow <\/span>
\n<\/span>things: I am not of your element: you shall know <\/span>
\n<\/span>more hereafter.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Is’t possible?<\/span>1670<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>If this were played upon a stage now, I could <\/span>
\n<\/span>condemn it as an improbable fiction.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, we shall make him mad indeed.<\/span>1675<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The house will be the quieter.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and bound. My <\/span>
\n<\/span>niece is already in the belief that he’s mad: we <\/span>
\n<\/span>may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, <\/span>
\n<\/span>till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt <\/span>1680<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>us to have mercy on him: at which time we will <\/span>
\n<\/span>bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a <\/span>
\n<\/span>finder of madmen. But see, but see.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>More matter for a May morning.<\/span>1685<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here’s the challenge, read it: warrant there’s <\/span>
\n<\/span>vinegar and pepper in’t.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Is’t so saucy?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, is’t, I warrant him: do but read.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give me. <\/span>1690<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>[Reads]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>‘Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good, and valiant.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> ‘Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, <\/span>
\n<\/span>why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for’t.’<\/span>1695<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> ‘Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my <\/span>
\n<\/span>sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy <\/span>
\n<\/span>throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Very brief, and to exceeding good sense\u2014less.<\/span>1700<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> ‘I will waylay thee going home; where if it <\/span>
\n<\/span>be thy chance to kill me,’\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Good.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> ‘Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.’<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Still you keep o’ the windy side of the law: good.<\/span>1705<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Reads]<\/i> ‘Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon <\/span>
\n<\/span>one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but <\/span>
\n<\/span>my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy <\/span>
\n<\/span>friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, <\/span>
\n<\/span>ANDREW AGUECHEEK. <\/span>1710<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: <\/span>
\n<\/span>I’ll give’t him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maria<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You may have very fit occasion for’t: he is now in <\/span>
\n<\/span>some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the <\/span>1715<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest <\/span>
\n<\/span>him, draw; and, as thou drawest swear horrible; for <\/span>
\n<\/span>it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a <\/span>
\n<\/span>swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood <\/span>
\n<\/span>more approbation than ever proof itself would have <\/span>1720<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>earned him. Away!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, let me alone for swearing.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behavior <\/span>
\n<\/span>of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good <\/span>1725<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>capacity and breeding; his employment between his <\/span>
\n<\/span>lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this <\/span>
\n<\/span>letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no <\/span>
\n<\/span>terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a <\/span>
\n<\/span>clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by <\/span>1730<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report <\/span>
\n<\/span>of valour; and drive the gentleman, as I know his <\/span>
\n<\/span>youth will aptly receive it, into a most hideous <\/span>
\n<\/span>opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity. <\/span>
\n<\/span>This will so fright them both that they will kill <\/span>1735<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>one another by the look, like cockatrices.<\/span><\/p>\n

[Re-enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here he comes with your niece: give them way till <\/span>
\n<\/span>he take leave, and presently after him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will meditate the while upon some horrid message <\/span>1740<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>for a challenge.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I have said too much unto a heart of stone <\/span>
\n<\/span>And laid mine honour too unchary out: <\/span>
\n<\/span>There’s something in me that reproves my fault; <\/span>1745<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>But such a headstrong potent fault it is, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That it but mocks reproof.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>With the same ‘havior that your passion bears <\/span>
\n<\/span>Goes on my master’s grief.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Here, wear this jewel for me, ’tis my picture; <\/span>1750<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you; <\/span>
\n<\/span>And I beseech you come again to-morrow. <\/span>
\n<\/span>What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That honour saved may upon asking give?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nothing but this; your true love for my master.<\/span>1755<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>How with mine honour may I give him that <\/span>
\n<\/span>Which I have given to you?<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will acquit you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olivia<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well: <\/span>
\n<\/span>A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.<\/span>1760<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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

[Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Gentleman, God save thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>And you, sir.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>That defence thou hast, betake thee to’t: of what <\/span>1765<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know <\/span>
\n<\/span>not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as <\/span>
\n<\/span>the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: <\/span>
\n<\/span>dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for <\/span>
\n<\/span>thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.<\/span>1770<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel <\/span>
\n<\/span>to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from <\/span>
\n<\/span>any image of offence done to any man.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You’ll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, <\/span>
\n<\/span>if you hold your life at any price, betake you to <\/span>1775<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>your guard; for your opposite hath in him what <\/span>
\n<\/span>youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man withal.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I pray you, sir, what is he?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on <\/span>
\n<\/span>carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private <\/span>1780<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and <\/span>
\n<\/span>his incensement at this moment is so implacable, <\/span>
\n<\/span>that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death <\/span>
\n<\/span>and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give’t or take’t.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will return again into the house and desire some <\/span>1785<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard <\/span>
\n<\/span>of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on <\/span>
\n<\/span>others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man <\/span>
\n<\/span>of that quirk.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a <\/span>1790<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>very competent injury: therefore, get you on and <\/span>
\n<\/span>give him his desire. Back you shall not to the <\/span>
\n<\/span>house, unless you undertake that with me which with <\/span>
\n<\/span>as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, <\/span>
\n<\/span>or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you <\/span>1795<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>must, that’s certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me <\/span>
\n<\/span>this courteous office, as to know of the knight what <\/span>
\n<\/span>my offence to him is: it is something of my <\/span>
\n<\/span>negligence, nothing of my purpose.<\/span>1800<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this <\/span>
\n<\/span>gentleman till my return.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a <\/span>1805<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I beseech you, what manner of man is he?<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by <\/span>
\n<\/span>his form, as you are like to find him in the proof <\/span>
\n<\/span>of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, <\/span>1810<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly <\/span>
\n<\/span>have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk <\/span>
\n<\/span>towards him? I will make your peace with him if I <\/span>
\n<\/span>can.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I shall be much bound to you for’t: I am one that <\/span>1815<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I <\/span>
\n<\/span>care not who knows so much of my mettle.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

[Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH, with SIR ANDREW]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Why, man, he’s a very devil; I have not seen such a <\/span>1820<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and <\/span>
\n<\/span>all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal <\/span>
\n<\/span>motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he <\/span>
\n<\/span>pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they <\/span>
\n<\/span>step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.<\/span>1825<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pox on’t, I’ll not meddle with him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can <\/span>
\n<\/span>scarce hold him yonder.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Plague on’t, an I thought he had been valiant and so <\/span>
\n<\/span>cunning in fence, I’ld have seen him damned ere I’ld <\/span>1830<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, <\/span>
\n<\/span>and I’ll give him my horse, grey Capilet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I’ll make the motion: stand here, make a good show <\/span>
\n<\/span>on’t: this shall end without the perdition of souls. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Aside]<\/i> <\/span>1835<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Marry, I’ll ride your horse as well as I ride you. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>[To FABIAN]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>I have his horse to take up the quarrel: <\/span>
\n<\/span>I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil.<\/span>1840<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and <\/span>
\n<\/span>looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[To VIOLA]<\/i> There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight <\/span>
\n<\/span>with you for’s oath sake: marry, he hath better <\/span>
\n<\/span>bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now <\/span>1845<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for <\/span>
\n<\/span>the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>[Aside]<\/i> Pray God defend me! A little thing would <\/span>
\n<\/span>make me tell them how much I lack of a man.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Give ground, if you see him furious.<\/span>1850<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, Sir Andrew, there’s no remedy; the gentleman <\/span>
\n<\/span>will, for his honour’s sake, have one bout with you; <\/span>
\n<\/span>he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has <\/span>
\n<\/span>promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he <\/span>
\n<\/span>will not hurt you. Come on; to’t.<\/span>1855<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pray God, he keep his oath!<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I do assure you, ’tis against my will.<\/span><\/p>\n

[They draw]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Put up your sword. If this young gentleman <\/span>1860<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Have done offence, I take the fault on me: <\/span>
\n<\/span>If you offend him, I for him defy you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You, sir! why, what are you?<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more <\/span>
\n<\/span>Than you have heard him brag to you he will.<\/span>1865<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.<\/span><\/p>\n

[They draw]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I’ll be with you anon.<\/span>1870<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you, <\/span>
\n<\/span>I’ll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily <\/span>
\n<\/span>and reins well.<\/span><\/p>\n

First Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>This is the man; do thy office.<\/span>1875<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Second Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>You do mistake me, sir.<\/span><\/p>\n

First Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Take him away: he knows I know him well.<\/span>1880<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I must obey. <\/span>
\n<\/span>[To VIOLA]<\/i> <\/span>
\n<\/span>This comes with seeking you: <\/span>
\n<\/span>But there’s no remedy; I shall answer it. <\/span>
\n<\/span>What will you do, now my necessity <\/span>1885<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me <\/span>
\n<\/span>Much more for what I cannot do for you <\/span>
\n<\/span>Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed; <\/span>
\n<\/span>But be of comfort.<\/span><\/p>\n

Second Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, sir, away.<\/span>1890<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I must entreat of you some of that money.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What money, sir? <\/span>
\n<\/span>For the fair kindness you have show’d me here, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Out of my lean and low ability <\/span>1895<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>I’ll lend you something: my having is not much; <\/span>
\n<\/span>I’ll make division of my present with you: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Hold, there’s half my coffer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Will you deny me now? <\/span>
\n<\/span>Is’t possible that my deserts to you <\/span>1900<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Lest that it make me so unsound a man <\/span>
\n<\/span>As to upbraid you with those kindnesses <\/span>
\n<\/span>That I have done for you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I know of none; <\/span>1905<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>Nor know I you by voice or any feature: <\/span>
\n<\/span>I hate ingratitude more in a man <\/span>
\n<\/span>Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption <\/span>
\n<\/span>Inhabits our frail blood.<\/span>1910<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>O heavens themselves!<\/span><\/p>\n

Second Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, sir, I pray you, go.<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here <\/span>
\n<\/span>I snatch’d one half out of the jaws of death, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Relieved him with such sanctity of love, <\/span>1915<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>And to his image, which methought did promise <\/span>
\n<\/span>Most venerable worth, did I devotion.<\/span><\/p>\n

First Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>What’s that to us? The time goes by: away!<\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>But O how vile an idol proves this god <\/span>
\n<\/span>Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. <\/span>1920<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>In nature there’s no blemish but the mind; <\/span>
\n<\/span>None can be call’d deform’d but the unkind: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil <\/span>
\n<\/span>Are empty trunks o’erflourish’d by the devil.<\/span><\/p>\n

First Officer<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir.<\/span>1925<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Antonio<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Lead me on.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Methinks his words do from such passion fly, <\/span>
\n<\/span>That he believes himself: so do not I. <\/span>
\n<\/span>Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, <\/span>1930<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>That I, dear brother, be now ta’en for you!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we’ll <\/span>
\n<\/span>whisper o’er a couplet or two of most sage saws.<\/span><\/p>\n

Viola<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>He named Sebastian: I my brother know <\/span>
\n<\/span>Yet living in my glass; even such and so <\/span>1935<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span>In favour was my brother, and he went <\/span>
\n<\/span>Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, <\/span>
\n<\/span>For him I imitate: O, if it prove, <\/span>
\n<\/span>Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than <\/span>
\n<\/span>a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his <\/span>
\n<\/span>friend here in necessity and denying him; and for <\/span>
\n<\/span>his cowardship, ask Fabian.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.<\/span>1945<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>‘Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Andrew Aguecheek<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>An I do not,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabian<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>Come, let’s see the event.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sir Toby Belch<\/b><\/a><\/span>. <\/b>I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet.<\/span>1950<\/b><\/span>
\n<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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