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Twelfth Night
—an allusion to the night of festivity preceding the Christian celebration of the Epiphany—combines love, confusion, mistaken identities, and joyful discovery.
After the twins Sebastian and Viola survive a shipwreck, neither knows that the other is alive. Viola goes into service with Count Orsino of Illyria, disguised as a young man, “Cesario.” Orsino sends Cesario to woo the Lady Olivia on his behalf, but Olivia falls in love with Cesario. Viola, in the meantime, has fallen in love with Orsino.
At the estate of Lady Olivia, Sir Toby Belch , Olivia’s kinsman, has brought in Sir Andrew Aguecheek to be her suitor. A confrontation between Olivia’s steward, Malvolio, and the partying Toby and his cohort leads to a revenge plot against Malvolio. Malvolio is tricked into making a fool of himself, and he is locked in a dungeon as a lunatic.
In the meantime, Sebastian has been rescued by a sea captain, Antonio. When Viola, as Cesario, is challenged to a duel, Antonio mistakes her for Sebastian, comes to her aid, and is arrested. Olivia, meanwhile, mistakes Sebastian for Cesario and declares her love. When, finally, Sebastian and Viola appear together, the puzzles around the mistaken identities are solved: Cesario is revealed as Viola, Orsino asks for Viola’s hand, Sebastian will wed Olivia, and Viola will marry Count Orsino. Malvolio, blaming Olivia and others for his humiliation, vows revenge.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
Orsino
,
Duke
of
Illyria
,
Curio
,
and
other
Lords
,
with
Musicians
playing
.
If
music
be
the
food
of
love
,
play
on
.
Give
me
excess
of
it
,
that
,
surfeiting
,
The
appetite
may
sicken
and
so
die
.
That
strain
again
!
It
had
a
dying
fall
.
O
,
it
came
o’er
my
ear
like
the
sweet
sound
That
breathes
upon
a
bank
of
violets
,
Stealing
and
giving
odor
.
Enough
;
no
more
.
’Tis
not
so
sweet
now
as
it
was
before
.
O
spirit
of
love
,
how
quick
and
fresh
art
thou
,
That
,
notwithstanding
thy
capacity
Receiveth
as
the
sea
,
naught
enters
there
,
Of
what
validity
and
pitch
soe’er
,
But
falls
into
abatement
and
low
price
Even
in
a
minute
.
So
full
of
shapes
is
fancy
That
it
alone
is
high
fantastical
.
Will
you
go
hunt
,
my
lord
?
What
,
Curio
?
The
hart
.
Why
,
so
I
do
,
the
noblest
that
I
have
.
O
,
when
mine
eyes
did
see
Olivia
first
,
ACT 1. SC. 2
Methought
she
purged
the
air
of
pestilence
.
That
instant
was
I
turned
into
a
hart
,
And
my
desires
,
like
fell
and
cruel
hounds
,
E’er
since
pursue
me
.
Enter
Valentine
.
How
now
,
what
news
from
her
?
So
please
my
lord
,
I
might
not
be
admitted
,
But
from
her
handmaid
do
return
this
answer
:
The
element
itself
,
till
seven
years’
heat
,
Shall
not
behold
her
face
at
ample
view
,
But
like
a
cloistress
she
will
veilèd
walk
,
And
water
once
a
day
her
chamber
round
With
eye-offending
brine
—
all
this
to
season
A
brother’s
dead
love
,
which
she
would
keep
fresh
And
lasting
in
her
sad
remembrance
.
O
,
she
that
hath
a
heart
of
that
fine
frame
To
pay
this
debt
of
love
but
to
a
brother
,
How
will
she
love
when
the
rich
golden
shaft
Hath
killed
the
flock
of
all
affections
else
That
live
in
her
;
when
liver
,
brain
,
and
heart
,
These
sovereign
thrones
,
are
all
supplied
,
and
filled
Her
sweet
perfections
with
one
self
king
!
Away
before
me
to
sweet
beds
of
flowers
!
Love
thoughts
lie
rich
when
canopied
with
bowers
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Viola
,
a
Captain
,
and
Sailors
.
What
country
,
friends
,
is
this
?
This
is
Illyria
,
lady
.
And
what
should
I
do
in
Illyria
?
ACT 1. SC. 2
My
brother
he
is
in
Elysium
.
Perchance
he
is
not
drowned
.
—
What
think
you
,
sailors
?
It
is
perchance
that
you
yourself
were
saved
.
O
,
my
poor
brother
!
And
so
perchance
may
he
be
.
True
,
madam
.
And
to
comfort
you
with
chance
,
Assure
yourself
,
after
our
ship
did
split
,
When
you
and
those
poor
number
saved
with
you
Hung
on
our
driving
boat
,
I
saw
your
brother
,
Most
provident
in
peril
,
bind
himself
(
Courage
and
hope
both
teaching
him
the
practice
)
To
a
strong
mast
that
lived
upon
the
sea
,
Where
,
like
Arion
on
the
dolphin’s
back
,
I
saw
him
hold
acquaintance
with
the
waves
So
long
as
I
could
see
.
,
giving
him
money
For
saying
so
,
there’s
gold
.
Mine
own
escape
unfoldeth
to
my
hope
,
Whereto
thy
speech
serves
for
authority
,
The
like
of
him
.
Know’st
thou
this
country
?
Ay
,
madam
,
well
,
for
I
was
bred
and
born
Not
three
hours’
travel
from
this
very
place
.
Who
governs
here
?
A
noble
duke
,
in
nature
as
in
name
.
What
is
his
name
?
Orsino
.
Orsino
.
I
have
heard
my
father
name
him
.
He
was
a
bachelor
then
.
And
so
is
now
,
or
was
so
very
late
;
For
but
a
month
ago
I
went
from
hence
,
ACT 1. SC. 2
And
then
’twas
fresh
in
murmur
(
as
,
you
know
,
What
great
ones
do
the
less
will
prattle
of
)
That
he
did
seek
the
love
of
fair
Olivia
.
What’s
she
?
A
virtuous
maid
,
the
daughter
of
a
count
That
died
some
twelvemonth
since
,
then
leaving
her
In
the
protection
of
his
son
,
her
brother
,
Who
shortly
also
died
,
for
whose
dear
love
,
They
say
,
she
hath
abjured
the
sight
And
company
of
men
.
O
,
that
I
served
that
lady
,
And
might
not
be
delivered
to
the
world
Till
I
had
made
mine
own
occasion
mellow
,
What
my
estate
is
.
That
were
hard
to
compass
Because
she
will
admit
no
kind
of
suit
,
No
,
not
the
Duke’s
.
There
is
a
fair
behavior
in
thee
,
captain
,
And
though
that
nature
with
a
beauteous
wall
Doth
oft
close
in
pollution
,
yet
of
thee
I
will
believe
thou
hast
a
mind
that
suits
With
this
thy
fair
and
outward
character
.
I
prithee
—
and
I’ll
pay
thee
bounteously
—
Conceal
me
what
I
am
,
and
be
my
aid
For
such
disguise
as
haply
shall
become
The
form
of
my
intent
.
I’ll
serve
this
duke
.
Thou
shalt
present
me
as
an
eunuch
to
him
.
It
may
be
worth
thy
pains
,
for
I
can
sing
And
speak
to
him
in
many
sorts
of
music
That
will
allow
me
very
worth
his
service
.
What
else
may
hap
,
to
time
I
will
commit
.
Only
shape
thou
thy
silence
to
my
wit
.
Be
you
his
eunuch
,
and
your
mute
I’ll
be
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
When
my
tongue
blabs
,
then
let
mine
eyes
not
see
.
I
thank
thee
.
Lead
me
on
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Sir
Toby
and
Maria
.
What
a
plague
means
my
niece
to
take
the
death
of
her
brother
thus
?
I
am
sure
care’s
an
enemy
to
life
.
By
my
troth
,
Sir
Toby
,
you
must
come
in
earlier
o’
nights
.
Your
cousin
,
my
lady
,
takes
great
exceptions
to
your
ill
hours
.
Why
,
let
her
except
before
excepted
!
Ay
,
but
you
must
confine
yourself
within
the
modest
limits
of
order
.
Confine
?
I’ll
confine
myself
no
finer
than
I
am
.
These
clothes
are
good
enough
to
drink
in
,
and
so
be
these
boots
too
.
An
they
be
not
,
let
them
hang
themselves
in
their
own
straps
!
That
quaffing
and
drinking
will
undo
you
.
I
heard
my
lady
talk
of
it
yesterday
,
and
of
a
foolish
knight
that
you
brought
in
one
night
here
to
be
her
wooer
.
Who
,
Sir
Andrew
Aguecheek
?
Ay
,
he
.
He’s
as
tall
a
man
as
any
’s
in
Illyria
.
What’s
that
to
th’
purpose
?
Why
,
he
has
three
thousand
ducats
a
year
!
Ay
,
but
he’ll
have
but
a
year
in
all
these
ducats
.
He’s
a
very
fool
and
a
prodigal
.
Fie
,
that
you’ll
say
so
!
He
plays
o’
th’
viol-de-gamboys
,
and
speaks
three
or
four
languages
word
for
word
without
book
,
and
hath
all
the
good
gifts
of
nature
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
He
hath
indeed
,
almost
natural
,
for
,
besides
that
he’s
a
fool
,
he’s
a
great
quarreler
,
and
,
but
that
he
hath
the
gift
of
a
coward
to
allay
the
gust
he
hath
in
quarreling
,
’tis
thought
among
the
prudent
he
would
quickly
have
the
gift
of
a
grave
.
By
this
hand
,
they
are
scoundrels
and
substractors
that
say
so
of
him
.
Who
are
they
?
They
that
add
,
moreover
,
he’s
drunk
nightly
in
your
company
.
With
drinking
healths
to
my
niece
.
I’ll
drink
to
her
as
long
as
there
is
a
passage
in
my
throat
and
drink
in
Illyria
.
He’s
a
coward
and
a
coistrel
that
will
not
drink
to
my
niece
till
his
brains
turn
o’
th’
toe
like
a
parish
top
.
What
,
wench
!
Castiliano
vulgo
,
for
here
comes
Sir
Andrew
Agueface
.
Enter
Sir
Andrew
.
Sir
Toby
Belch
!
How
now
,
Sir
Toby
Belch
?
Sweet
Sir
Andrew
!
,
to
Maria
Bless
you
,
fair
shrew
.
And
you
too
,
sir
.
Accost
,
Sir
Andrew
,
accost
!
What’s
that
?
My
niece’s
chambermaid
.
Good
Mistress
Accost
,
I
desire
better
acquaintance
.
My
name
is
Mary
,
sir
.
Good
Mistress
Mary
Accost
—
You
mistake
,
knight
.
Accost
is
front
her
,
board
her
,
woo
her
,
assail
her
.
By
my
troth
,
I
would
not
undertake
her
in
this
company
.
Is
that
the
meaning
of
accost
?
Fare
you
well
,
gentlemen
.
She
begins
to
exit
.
An
thou
let
part
so
,
Sir
Andrew
,
would
thou
mightst
never
draw
sword
again
.
An
you
part
so
,
mistress
,
I
would
I
might
ACT 1. SC. 3
never
draw
sword
again
.
Fair
lady
,
do
you
think
you
have
fools
in
hand
?
Sir
,
I
have
not
you
by
th’
hand
.
Marry
,
but
you
shall
have
,
and
here’s
my
hand
.
He
offers
his
hand
.
,
taking
his
hand
Now
sir
,
thought
is
free
.
I
pray
you
,
bring
your
hand
to
th’
butt’ry
bar
and
let
it
drink
.
Wherefore
,
sweetheart
?
What’s
your
metaphor
?
It’s
dry
,
sir
.
Why
,
I
think
so
.
I
am
not
such
an
ass
but
I
can
keep
my
hand
dry
.
But
what’s
your
jest
?
A
dry
jest
,
sir
.
Are
you
full
of
them
?
Ay
,
sir
,
I
have
them
at
my
fingers’
ends
.
Marry
,
now
I
let
go
your
hand
,
I
am
barren
.
Maria
exits
.
O
knight
,
thou
lack’st
a
cup
of
canary
!
When
did
I
see
thee
so
put
down
?
Never
in
your
life
,
I
think
,
unless
you
see
canary
put
me
down
.
Methinks
sometimes
I
have
no
more
wit
than
a
Christian
or
an
ordinary
man
has
.
But
I
am
a
great
eater
of
beef
,
and
I
believe
that
does
harm
to
my
wit
.
No
question
.
An
I
thought
that
,
I’d
forswear
it
.
I’ll
ride
home
tomorrow
,
Sir
Toby
.
Pourquoi
,
my
dear
knight
?
What
is
pourquoi
?
Do
,
or
not
do
?
I
would
I
had
bestowed
that
time
in
the
tongues
that
I
have
in
fencing
,
dancing
,
and
bearbaiting
.
O
,
had
I
but
followed
the
arts
!
Then
hadst
thou
had
an
excellent
head
of
hair
.
Why
,
would
that
have
mended
my
hair
?
Past
question
,
for
thou
seest
it
will
not
curl
by
nature
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
But
it
becomes
me
well
enough
,
does
’t
not
?
Excellent
!
It
hangs
like
flax
on
a
distaff
,
and
I
hope
to
see
a
huswife
take
thee
between
her
legs
and
spin
it
off
.
Faith
,
I’ll
home
tomorrow
,
Sir
Toby
.
Your
niece
will
not
be
seen
,
or
if
she
be
,
it’s
four
to
one
she’ll
none
of
me
.
The
Count
himself
here
hard
by
woos
her
.
She’ll
none
o’
th’
Count
.
She’ll
not
match
above
her
degree
,
neither
in
estate
,
years
,
nor
wit
.
I
have
heard
her
swear
’t
.
Tut
,
there’s
life
in
’t
,
man
.
I’ll
stay
a
month
longer
.
I
am
a
fellow
o’
th’
strangest
mind
i’
th’
world
.
I
delight
in
masques
and
revels
sometimes
altogether
.
Art
thou
good
at
these
kickshawses
,
knight
?
As
any
man
in
Illyria
,
whatsoever
he
be
,
under
the
degree
of
my
betters
,
and
yet
I
will
not
compare
with
an
old
man
.
What
is
thy
excellence
in
a
galliard
,
knight
?
Faith
,
I
can
cut
a
caper
.
And
I
can
cut
the
mutton
to
’t
.
And
I
think
I
have
the
back-trick
simply
as
strong
as
any
man
in
Illyria
.
Wherefore
are
these
things
hid
?
Wherefore
have
these
gifts
a
curtain
before
’em
?
Are
they
like
to
take
dust
,
like
Mistress
Mall’s
picture
?
Why
dost
thou
not
go
to
church
in
a
galliard
and
come
home
in
a
coranto
?
My
very
walk
should
be
a
jig
.
I
would
not
so
much
as
make
water
but
in
a
sink-a-pace
.
What
dost
thou
mean
?
Is
it
a
world
to
hide
virtues
in
?
I
did
think
,
by
the
excellent
constitution
of
thy
leg
,
it
was
formed
under
the
star
of
a
galliard
.
Ay
,
’tis
strong
,
and
it
does
indifferent
well
in
a
dun-colored
stock
.
Shall
we
set
about
some
revels
?
ACT 1. SC. 4
What
shall
we
do
else
?
Were
we
not
born
under
Taurus
?
Taurus
?
That’s
sides
and
heart
.
No
,
sir
,
it
is
legs
and
thighs
.
Let
me
see
thee
caper
.
Sir
Andrew
dances
.
Ha
,
higher
!
Ha
,
ha
,
excellent
!
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Valentine
,
and
Viola
in
man’s
attire
as
Cesario
.
If
the
Duke
continue
these
favors
towards
you
,
Cesario
,
you
are
like
to
be
much
advanced
.
He
hath
known
you
but
three
days
,
and
already
you
are
no
stranger
.
You
either
fear
his
humor
or
my
negligence
,
that
you
call
in
question
the
continuance
of
his
love
.
Is
he
inconstant
,
sir
,
in
his
favors
?
No
,
believe
me
.
I
thank
you
.
Enter
Orsino
,
Curio
,
and
Attendants
.
Here
comes
the
Count
.
Who
saw
Cesario
,
ho
?
On
your
attendance
,
my
lord
,
here
.
,
to
Curio
and
Attendants
Stand
you
awhile
aloof
.
—
Cesario
,
Thou
know’st
no
less
but
all
.
I
have
unclasped
To
thee
the
book
even
of
my
secret
soul
.
Therefore
,
good
youth
,
address
thy
gait
unto
her
.
Be
not
denied
access
.
Stand
at
her
doors
And
tell
them
,
there
thy
fixèd
foot
shall
grow
Till
thou
have
audience
.
Sure
,
my
noble
lord
,
If
she
be
so
abandoned
to
her
sorrow
As
it
is
spoke
,
she
never
will
admit
me
.
ACT 1. SC. 5
Be
clamorous
and
leap
all
civil
bounds
Rather
than
make
unprofited
return
.
Say
I
do
speak
with
her
,
my
lord
,
what
then
?
O
,
then
unfold
the
passion
of
my
love
.
Surprise
her
with
discourse
of
my
dear
faith
.
It
shall
become
thee
well
to
act
my
woes
.
She
will
attend
it
better
in
thy
youth
Than
in
a
nuncio’s
of
more
grave
aspect
.
I
think
not
so
,
my
lord
.
Dear
lad
,
believe
it
;
For
they
shall
yet
belie
thy
happy
years
That
say
thou
art
a
man
.
Diana’s
lip
Is
not
more
smooth
and
rubious
,
thy
small
pipe
Is
as
the
maiden’s
organ
,
shrill
and
sound
,
And
all
is
semblative
a
womans
part
.
I
know
thy
constellation
is
right
apt
For
this
affair
.
—
Some
four
or
five
attend
him
,
All
,
if
you
will
,
for
I
myself
am
best
When
least
in
company
.
—
Prosper
well
in
this
And
thou
shalt
live
as
freely
as
thy
lord
,
To
call
his
fortunes
thine
.
I’ll
do
my
best
To
woo
your
lady
.
Aside
.
Yet
a
barful
strife
!
Whoe’er
I
woo
,
myself
would
be
his
wife
.
They
exit
.
Scene
5
Enter
Maria
and
Feste
,
the
Fool
.
Nay
,
either
tell
me
where
thou
hast
been
,
or
I
will
not
open
my
lips
so
wide
as
a
bristle
may
enter
ACT 1. SC. 5
in
way
of
thy
excuse
.
My
lady
will
hang
thee
for
thy
absence
.
Let
her
hang
me
.
He
that
is
well
hanged
in
this
world
needs
to
fear
no
colors
.
Make
that
good
.
He
shall
see
none
to
fear
.
A
good
Lenten
answer
.
I
can
tell
thee
where
that
saying
was
born
,
of
I
fear
no
colors
.
Where
,
good
Mistress
Mary
?
In
the
wars
;
and
that
may
you
be
bold
to
say
in
your
foolery
.
Well
,
God
give
them
wisdom
that
have
it
,
and
those
that
are
Fools
,
let
them
use
their
talents
.
Yet
you
will
be
hanged
for
being
so
long
absent
.
Or
to
be
turned
away
,
is
not
that
as
good
as
a
hanging
to
you
?
Many
a
good
hanging
prevents
a
bad
marriage
,
and
,
for
turning
away
,
let
summer
bear
it
out
.
You
are
resolute
,
then
?
Not
so
,
neither
,
but
I
am
resolved
on
two
points
.
That
if
one
break
,
the
other
will
hold
,
or
,
if
both
break
,
your
gaskins
fall
.
Apt
,
in
good
faith
,
very
apt
.
Well
,
go
thy
way
.
If
Sir
Toby
would
leave
drinking
,
thou
wert
as
witty
a
piece
of
Eve’s
flesh
as
any
in
Illyria
.
Peace
,
you
rogue
.
No
more
o’
that
.
Here
comes
my
lady
.
Make
your
excuse
wisely
,
you
were
best
.
She
exits
.
Enter
Lady
Olivia
with
Malvolio
and
Attendants
.
,
aside
Wit
,
an
’t
be
thy
will
,
put
me
into
good
fooling
!
Those
wits
that
think
they
have
thee
do
very
oft
prove
fools
,
and
I
that
am
sure
I
lack
thee
may
pass
for
a
wise
man
.
For
what
says
Quinapalus
?
Better
a
witty
Fool
than
a
foolish
wit
.
—
God
bless
thee
,
lady
!
ACT 1. SC. 5
Take
the
Fool
away
.
Do
you
not
hear
,
fellows
?
Take
away
the
Lady
.
Go
to
,
you’re
a
dry
Fool
.
I’ll
no
more
of
you
.
Besides
,
you
grow
dishonest
.
Two
faults
,
madonna
,
that
drink
and
good
counsel
will
amend
.
For
give
the
dry
Fool
drink
,
then
is
the
Fool
not
dry
.
Bid
the
dishonest
man
mend
himself
;
if
he
mend
,
he
is
no
longer
dishonest
;
if
he
cannot
,
let
the
botcher
mend
him
.
Anything
that’s
mended
is
but
patched
;
virtue
that
transgresses
is
but
patched
with
sin
,
and
sin
that
amends
is
but
patched
with
virtue
.
If
that
this
simple
syllogism
will
serve
,
so
;
if
it
will
not
,
what
remedy
?
As
there
is
no
true
cuckold
but
calamity
,
so
beauty’s
a
flower
.
The
Lady
bade
take
away
the
Fool
.
Therefore
,
I
say
again
,
take
her
away
.
Sir
,
I
bade
them
take
away
you
.
Misprision
in
the
highest
degree
!
Lady
,
cucullus
non
facit
monachum
.
That’s
as
much
to
say
as
,
I
wear
not
motley
in
my
brain
.
Good
madonna
,
give
me
leave
to
prove
you
a
fool
.
Can
you
do
it
?
Dexteriously
,
good
madonna
.
Make
your
proof
.
I
must
catechize
you
for
it
,
madonna
.
Good
my
mouse
of
virtue
,
answer
me
.
Well
,
sir
,
for
want
of
other
idleness
,
I’ll
bide
your
proof
.
Good
madonna
,
why
mourn’st
thou
?
Good
Fool
,
for
my
brother’s
death
.
I
think
his
soul
is
in
hell
,
madonna
.
I
know
his
soul
is
in
heaven
,
Fool
.
The
more
fool
,
madonna
,
to
mourn
for
your
brother’s
soul
,
being
in
heaven
.
Take
away
the
fool
,
gentlemen
.
What
think
you
of
this
Fool
,
Malvolio
?
Doth
he
not
mend
?
ACT 1. SC. 5
Yes
,
and
shall
do
till
the
pangs
of
death
shake
him
.
Infirmity
,
that
decays
the
wise
,
doth
ever
make
the
better
Fool
.
God
send
you
,
sir
,
a
speedy
infirmity
,
for
the
better
increasing
your
folly
!
Sir
Toby
will
be
sworn
that
I
am
no
fox
,
but
he
will
not
pass
his
word
for
twopence
that
you
are
no
fool
.
How
say
you
to
that
,
Malvolio
?
I
marvel
your
Ladyship
takes
delight
in
such
a
barren
rascal
.
I
saw
him
put
down
the
other
day
with
an
ordinary
fool
that
has
no
more
brain
than
a
stone
.
Look
you
now
,
he’s
out
of
his
guard
already
.
Unless
you
laugh
and
minister
occasion
to
him
,
he
is
gagged
.
I
protest
I
take
these
wise
men
that
crow
so
at
these
set
kind
of
Fools
no
better
than
the
Fools’
zanies
.
O
,
you
are
sick
of
self-love
,
Malvolio
,
and
taste
with
a
distempered
appetite
.
To
be
generous
,
guiltless
,
and
of
free
disposition
is
to
take
those
things
for
bird-bolts
that
you
deem
cannon
bullets
.
There
is
no
slander
in
an
allowed
Fool
,
though
he
do
nothing
but
rail
;
nor
no
railing
in
a
known
discreet
man
,
though
he
do
nothing
but
reprove
.
Now
Mercury
endue
thee
with
leasing
,
for
thou
speak’st
well
of
Fools
!
Enter
Maria
.
Madam
,
there
is
at
the
gate
a
young
gentleman
much
desires
to
speak
with
you
.
From
the
Count
Orsino
,
is
it
?
I
know
not
,
madam
.
’Tis
a
fair
young
man
,
and
well
attended
.
Who
of
my
people
hold
him
in
delay
?
Sir
Toby
,
madam
,
your
kinsman
.
Fetch
him
off
,
I
pray
you
.
He
speaks
nothing
but
madman
.
Fie
on
him
!
Maria
exits
.
Go
you
,
Malvolio
.
If
it
be
a
suit
from
the
Count
,
I
am
sick
,
ACT 1. SC. 5
or
not
at
home
;
what
you
will
,
to
dismiss
it
.
(
Malvolio
exits
.
)
Now
you
see
,
sir
,
how
your
fooling
grows
old
,
and
people
dislike
it
.
Thou
hast
spoke
for
us
,
madonna
,
as
if
thy
eldest
son
should
be
a
Fool
,
whose
skull
Jove
cram
with
brains
,
for
—
here
he
comes
—
one
of
thy
kin
has
a
most
weak
pia
mater
.
Enter
Sir
Toby
.
By
mine
honor
,
half
drunk
!
—
What
is
he
at
the
gate
,
cousin
?
A
gentleman
.
A
gentleman
?
What
gentleman
?
’Tis
a
gentleman
here
—
a
plague
o’
these
pickle
herring
!
—
How
now
,
sot
?
Good
Sir
Toby
.
Cousin
,
cousin
,
how
have
you
come
so
early
by
this
lethargy
?
Lechery
?
I
defy
lechery
.
There’s
one
at
the
gate
.
Ay
,
marry
,
what
is
he
?
Let
him
be
the
devil
an
he
will
,
I
care
not
.
Give
me
faith
,
say
I
.
Well
,
it’s
all
one
.
He
exits
.
What’s
a
drunken
man
like
,
Fool
?
Like
a
drowned
man
,
a
fool
,
and
a
madman
.
One
draught
above
heat
makes
him
a
fool
,
the
second
mads
him
,
and
a
third
drowns
him
.
Go
thou
and
seek
the
crowner
and
let
him
sit
o’
my
coz
,
for
he’s
in
the
third
degree
of
drink
:
he’s
drowned
.
Go
look
after
him
.
He
is
but
mad
yet
,
madonna
,
and
the
Fool
shall
look
to
the
madman
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Malvolio
.
Madam
,
yond
young
fellow
swears
he
will
speak
with
you
.
I
told
him
you
were
sick
;
he
takes
ACT 1. SC. 5
on
him
to
understand
so
much
,
and
therefore
comes
to
speak
with
you
.
I
told
him
you
were
asleep
;
he
seems
to
have
a
foreknowledge
of
that
too
,
and
therefore
comes
to
speak
with
you
.
What
is
to
be
said
to
him
,
lady
?
He’s
fortified
against
any
denial
.
Tell
him
he
shall
not
speak
with
me
.
Has
been
told
so
,
and
he
says
he’ll
stand
at
your
door
like
a
sheriff’s
post
and
be
the
supporter
to
a
bench
,
but
he’ll
speak
with
you
.
What
kind
o’
man
is
he
?
Why
,
of
mankind
.
What
manner
of
man
?
Of
very
ill
manner
.
He’ll
speak
with
you
,
will
you
or
no
.
Of
what
personage
and
years
is
he
?
Not
yet
old
enough
for
a
man
,
nor
young
enough
for
a
boy
—
as
a
squash
is
before
’tis
a
peascod
,
or
a
codling
when
’tis
almost
an
apple
.
’Tis
with
him
in
standing
water
,
between
boy
and
man
.
He
is
very
well-favored
,
and
he
speaks
very
shrewishly
.
One
would
think
his
mother’s
milk
were
scarce
out
of
him
.
Let
him
approach
.
Call
in
my
gentlewoman
.
Gentlewoman
,
my
lady
calls
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Maria
.
Give
me
my
veil
.
Come
,
throw
it
o’er
my
face
.
Olivia
veils
.
We’ll
once
more
hear
Orsino’s
embassy
.
Enter
Viola
.
The
honorable
lady
of
the
house
,
which
is
she
?
ACT 1. SC. 5
Speak
to
me
.
I
shall
answer
for
her
.
Your
will
?
Most
radiant
,
exquisite
,
and
unmatchable
beauty
—
I
pray
you
,
tell
me
if
this
be
the
lady
of
the
house
,
for
I
never
saw
her
.
I
would
be
loath
to
cast
away
my
speech
,
for
,
besides
that
it
is
excellently
well
penned
,
I
have
taken
great
pains
to
con
it
.
Good
beauties
,
let
me
sustain
no
scorn
.
I
am
very
comptible
,
even
to
the
least
sinister
usage
.
Whence
came
you
,
sir
?
I
can
say
little
more
than
I
have
studied
,
and
that
question’s
out
of
my
part
.
Good
gentle
one
,
give
me
modest
assurance
if
you
be
the
lady
of
the
house
,
that
I
may
proceed
in
my
speech
.
Are
you
a
comedian
?
No
,
my
profound
heart
.
And
yet
,
by
the
very
fangs
of
malice
,
I
swear
I
am
not
that
I
play
.
Are
you
the
lady
of
the
house
?
If
I
do
not
usurp
myself
,
I
am
.
Most
certain
,
if
you
are
she
,
you
do
usurp
yourself
,
for
what
is
yours
to
bestow
is
not
yours
to
reserve
.
But
this
is
from
my
commission
.
I
will
on
with
my
speech
in
your
praise
and
then
show
you
the
heart
of
my
message
.
Come
to
what
is
important
in
’t
.
I
forgive
you
the
praise
.
Alas
,
I
took
great
pains
to
study
it
,
and
’tis
poetical
.
It
is
the
more
like
to
be
feigned
.
I
pray
you
,
keep
it
in
.
I
heard
you
were
saucy
at
my
gates
,
and
allowed
your
approach
rather
to
wonder
at
you
than
to
hear
you
.
If
you
be
not
mad
,
begone
;
if
you
have
reason
,
be
brief
.
’Tis
not
that
time
of
moon
with
me
to
make
one
in
so
skipping
a
dialogue
.
Will
you
hoist
sail
,
sir
?
Here
lies
your
way
.
No
,
good
swabber
,
I
am
to
hull
here
a
little
ACT 1. SC. 5
longer
.
—
Some
mollification
for
your
giant
,
sweet
lady
.
Tell
me
your
mind
.
I
am
a
messenger
.
Sure
you
have
some
hideous
matter
to
deliver
when
the
courtesy
of
it
is
so
fearful
.
Speak
your
office
.
It
alone
concerns
your
ear
.
I
bring
no
overture
of
war
,
no
taxation
of
homage
.
I
hold
the
olive
in
my
hand
.
My
words
are
as
full
of
peace
as
matter
.
Yet
you
began
rudely
.
What
are
you
?
What
would
you
?
The
rudeness
that
hath
appeared
in
me
have
I
learned
from
my
entertainment
.
What
I
am
and
what
I
would
are
as
secret
as
maidenhead
:
to
your
ears
,
divinity
;
to
any
other’s
,
profanation
.
Give
us
the
place
alone
.
We
will
hear
this
divinity
.
Maria
and
Attendants
exit
.
Now
,
sir
,
what
is
your
text
?
Most
sweet
lady
—
A
comfortable
doctrine
,
and
much
may
be
said
of
it
.
Where
lies
your
text
?
In
Orsino’s
bosom
.
In
his
bosom
?
In
what
chapter
of
his
bosom
?
To
answer
by
the
method
,
in
the
first
of
his
heart
.
O
,
I
have
read
it
;
it
is
heresy
.
Have
you
no
more
to
say
?
Good
madam
,
let
me
see
your
face
.
Have
you
any
commission
from
your
lord
to
negotiate
with
my
face
?
You
are
now
out
of
your
text
.
But
we
will
draw
the
curtain
and
show
you
the
picture
.
She
removes
her
veil
.
Look
you
,
sir
,
such
a
one
I
was
this
present
.
Is
’t
not
well
done
?
Excellently
done
,
if
God
did
all
.
’Tis
in
grain
,
sir
;
’twill
endure
wind
and
weather
.
ACT 1. SC. 5
’Tis
beauty
truly
blent
,
whose
red
and
white
Nature’s
own
sweet
and
cunning
hand
laid
on
.
Lady
,
you
are
the
cruel’st
she
alive
If
you
will
lead
these
graces
to
the
grave
And
leave
the
world
no
copy
.
O
,
sir
,
I
will
not
be
so
hard-hearted
!
I
will
give
out
divers
schedules
of
my
beauty
.
It
shall
be
inventoried
and
every
particle
and
utensil
labeled
to
my
will
:
as
,
item
,
two
lips
indifferent
red
;
item
,
two
gray
eyes
,
with
lids
to
them
;
item
,
one
neck
,
one
chin
,
and
so
forth
.
Were
you
sent
hither
to
praise
me
?
I
see
you
what
you
are
.
You
are
too
proud
.
But
,
if
you
were
the
devil
,
you
are
fair
.
My
lord
and
master
loves
you
.
O
,
such
love
Could
be
but
recompensed
though
you
were
crowned
The
nonpareil
of
beauty
.
How
does
he
love
me
?
With
adorations
,
fertile
tears
,
With
groans
that
thunder
love
,
with
sighs
of
fire
.
Your
lord
does
know
my
mind
.
I
cannot
love
him
.
Yet
I
suppose
him
virtuous
,
know
him
noble
,
Of
great
estate
,
of
fresh
and
stainless
youth
;
In
voices
well
divulged
,
free
,
learned
,
and
valiant
,
And
in
dimension
and
the
shape
of
nature
A
gracious
person
.
But
yet
I
cannot
love
him
.
He
might
have
took
his
answer
long
ago
.
If
I
did
love
you
in
my
master’s
flame
,
With
such
a
suff’ring
,
such
a
deadly
life
,
In
your
denial
I
would
find
no
sense
.
I
would
not
understand
it
.
ACT 1. SC. 5
Why
,
what
would
you
?
Make
me
a
willow
cabin
at
your
gate
And
call
upon
my
soul
within
the
house
,
Write
loyal
cantons
of
contemnèd
love
And
sing
them
loud
even
in
the
dead
of
night
,
Hallow
your
name
to
the
reverberate
hills
And
make
the
babbling
gossip
of
the
air
Cry
out
Olivia
!
O
,
you
should
not
rest
Between
the
elements
of
air
and
earth
But
you
should
pity
me
.
You
might
do
much
.
What
is
your
parentage
?
Above
my
fortunes
,
yet
my
state
is
well
.
I
am
a
gentleman
.
Get
you
to
your
lord
.
I
cannot
love
him
.
Let
him
send
no
more
—
Unless
perchance
you
come
to
me
again
To
tell
me
how
he
takes
it
.
Fare
you
well
.
I
thank
you
for
your
pains
.
Spend
this
for
me
.
She
offers
money
.
I
am
no
fee’d
post
,
lady
.
Keep
your
purse
.
My
master
,
not
myself
,
lacks
recompense
.
Love
make
his
heart
of
flint
that
you
shall
love
,
And
let
your
fervor
,
like
my
master’s
,
be
Placed
in
contempt
.
Farewell
,
fair
cruelty
.
She
exits
.
What
is
your
parentage
?
Above
my
fortunes
,
yet
my
state
is
well
.
I
am
a
gentleman
.
I’ll
be
sworn
thou
art
.
Thy
tongue
,
thy
face
,
thy
limbs
,
actions
,
and
spirit
Do
give
thee
fivefold
blazon
.
Not
too
fast
!
Soft
,
soft
!
Unless
the
master
were
the
man
.
How
now
?
Even
so
quickly
may
one
catch
the
plague
?
ACT 1. SC. 5
Methinks
I
feel
this
youth’s
perfections
With
an
invisible
and
subtle
stealth
To
creep
in
at
mine
eyes
.
Well
,
let
it
be
.
—
What
ho
,
Malvolio
!
Enter
Malvolio
.
Here
,
madam
,
at
your
service
.
Run
after
that
same
peevish
messenger
,
The
County’s
man
.
He
left
this
ring
behind
him
,
Would
I
or
not
.
Tell
him
I’ll
none
of
it
.
She
hands
him
a
ring
.
Desire
him
not
to
flatter
with
his
lord
,
Nor
hold
him
up
with
hopes
.
I
am
not
for
him
.
If
that
the
youth
will
come
this
way
tomorrow
,
I’ll
give
him
reasons
for
’t
.
Hie
thee
,
Malvolio
.
Madam
,
I
will
.
He
exits
.
I
do
I
know
not
what
,
and
fear
to
find
Mine
eye
too
great
a
flatterer
for
my
mind
.
Fate
,
show
thy
force
.
Ourselves
we
do
not
owe
.
What
is
decreed
must
be
,
and
be
this
so
.
She
exits
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Enter
Antonio
and
Sebastian
.
Will
you
stay
no
longer
?
Nor
will
you
not
that
I
go
with
you
?
By
your
patience
,
no
.
My
stars
shine
darkly
over
me
.
The
malignancy
of
my
fate
might
perhaps
distemper
yours
.
Therefore
I
shall
crave
of
you
your
leave
that
I
may
bear
my
evils
alone
.
It
were
a
bad
recompense
for
your
love
to
lay
any
of
them
on
you
.
Let
me
yet
know
of
you
whither
you
are
bound
.
No
,
sooth
,
sir
.
My
determinate
voyage
is
mere
extravagancy
.
But
I
perceive
in
you
so
excellent
a
touch
of
modesty
that
you
will
not
extort
from
me
what
I
am
willing
to
keep
in
.
Therefore
it
charges
me
in
manners
the
rather
to
express
myself
.
You
must
know
of
me
,
then
,
Antonio
,
my
name
is
Sebastian
,
which
I
called
Roderigo
.
My
father
was
that
Sebastian
of
Messaline
whom
I
know
you
have
heard
of
.
He
left
behind
him
myself
and
a
sister
,
both
born
in
an
hour
.
If
the
heavens
had
been
pleased
,
would
we
had
so
ended
!
But
you
,
sir
,
altered
that
,
for
some
hour
before
you
took
me
from
the
breach
of
the
sea
was
my
sister
drowned
.
Alas
the
day
!
ACT 2. SC. 2
A
lady
,
sir
,
though
it
was
said
she
much
resembled
me
,
was
yet
of
many
accounted
beautiful
.
But
though
I
could
not
with
such
estimable
wonder
overfar
believe
that
,
yet
thus
far
I
will
boldly
publish
her
:
she
bore
a
mind
that
envy
could
not
but
call
fair
.
She
is
drowned
already
,
sir
,
with
salt
water
,
though
I
seem
to
drown
her
remembrance
again
with
more
.
Pardon
me
,
sir
,
your
bad
entertainment
.
O
good
Antonio
,
forgive
me
your
trouble
.
If
you
will
not
murder
me
for
my
love
,
let
me
be
your
servant
.
If
you
will
not
undo
what
you
have
done
—
that
is
,
kill
him
whom
you
have
recovered
—
desire
it
not
.
Fare
you
well
at
once
.
My
bosom
is
full
of
kindness
,
and
I
am
yet
so
near
the
manners
of
my
mother
that
,
upon
the
least
occasion
more
,
mine
eyes
will
tell
tales
of
me
.
I
am
bound
to
the
Count
Orsino’s
court
.
Farewell
.
He
exits
.
The
gentleness
of
all
the
gods
go
with
thee
!
I
have
many
enemies
in
Orsino’s
court
,
Else
would
I
very
shortly
see
thee
there
.
But
come
what
may
,
I
do
adore
thee
so
That
danger
shall
seem
sport
,
and
I
will
go
.
He
exits
.
Scene
2
Enter
Viola
and
Malvolio
,
at
several
doors
.
Were
not
you
even
now
with
the
Countess
Olivia
?
Even
now
,
sir
.
On
a
moderate
pace
I
have
since
arrived
but
hither
.
She
returns
this
ring
to
you
,
sir
.
You
might
ACT 2. SC. 2
have
saved
me
my
pains
to
have
taken
it
away
yourself
.
She
adds
,
moreover
,
that
you
should
put
your
lord
into
a
desperate
assurance
she
will
none
of
him
.
And
one
thing
more
,
that
you
be
never
so
hardy
to
come
again
in
his
affairs
,
unless
it
be
to
report
your
lord’s
taking
of
this
.
Receive
it
so
.
She
took
the
ring
of
me
.
I’ll
none
of
it
.
Come
,
sir
,
you
peevishly
threw
it
to
her
,
and
her
will
is
it
should
be
so
returned
.
He
throws
down
the
ring
.
If
it
be
worth
stooping
for
,
there
it
lies
,
in
your
eye
;
if
not
,
be
it
his
that
finds
it
.
He
exits
.
I
left
no
ring
with
her
.
What
means
this
lady
?
She
picks
up
the
ring
.
Fortune
forbid
my
outside
have
not
charmed
her
!
She
made
good
view
of
me
,
indeed
so
much
That
methought
her
eyes
had
lost
her
tongue
,
For
she
did
speak
in
starts
distractedly
.
She
loves
me
,
sure
!
The
cunning
of
her
passion
Invites
me
in
this
churlish
messenger
.
None
of
my
lord’s
ring
?
Why
,
he
sent
her
none
!
I
am
the
man
.
If
it
be
so
,
as
’tis
,
Poor
lady
,
she
were
better
love
a
dream
.
Disguise
,
I
see
thou
art
a
wickedness
Wherein
the
pregnant
enemy
does
much
.
How
easy
is
it
for
the
proper
false
In
women’s
waxen
hearts
to
set
their
forms
!
Alas
,
our
frailty
is
the
cause
,
not
we
,
For
such
as
we
are
made
of
,
such
we
be
.
How
will
this
fadge
?
My
master
loves
her
dearly
,
And
I
,
poor
monster
,
fond
as
much
on
him
,
And
she
,
mistaken
,
seems
to
dote
on
me
.
What
will
become
of
this
?
As
I
am
man
,
My
state
is
desperate
for
my
master’s
love
.
As
I
am
woman
(
now
,
alas
the
day
!
)
,
ACT 2. SC. 3
What
thriftless
sighs
shall
poor
Olivia
breathe
!
O
Time
,
thou
must
untangle
this
,
not
I
.
It
is
too
hard
a
knot
for
me
t’
untie
.
She
exits
.
Scene
3
Enter
Sir
Toby
and
Sir
Andrew
.
Approach
,
Sir
Andrew
.
Not
to
be
abed
after
midnight
is
to
be
up
betimes
,
and
diluculo
surgere
,
thou
know’st
—
Nay
,
by
my
troth
,
I
know
not
.
But
I
know
to
be
up
late
is
to
be
up
late
.
A
false
conclusion
.
I
hate
it
as
an
unfilled
can
.
To
be
up
after
midnight
and
to
go
to
bed
then
,
is
early
,
so
that
to
go
to
bed
after
midnight
is
to
go
to
bed
betimes
.
Does
not
our
lives
consist
of
the
four
elements
?
Faith
,
so
they
say
,
but
I
think
it
rather
consists
of
eating
and
drinking
.
Thou
’rt
a
scholar
.
Let
us
therefore
eat
and
drink
.
Marian
,
I
say
,
a
stoup
of
wine
!
Enter
Feste
,
the
Fool
.
Here
comes
the
Fool
,
i’
faith
.
How
now
,
my
hearts
?
Did
you
never
see
the
picture
of
We
Three
?
Welcome
,
ass
!
Now
let’s
have
a
catch
.
By
my
troth
,
the
Fool
has
an
excellent
breast
.
I
had
rather
than
forty
shillings
I
had
such
a
leg
,
and
so
sweet
a
breath
to
sing
,
as
the
Fool
has
.
—
In
sooth
,
thou
wast
in
very
gracious
fooling
last
night
when
thou
spok’st
of
Pigrogromitus
,
of
the
Vapians
passing
the
equinoctial
of
Queubus
.
’Twas
very
good
,
i’
faith
.
I
sent
thee
sixpence
for
thy
leman
.
Hadst
it
?
ACT 2. SC. 3
I
did
impeticos
thy
gratillity
,
for
Malvolio’s
nose
is
no
whipstock
,
my
lady
has
a
white
hand
,
and
the
Myrmidons
are
no
bottle-ale
houses
.
Excellent
!
Why
,
this
is
the
best
fooling
when
all
is
done
.
Now
,
a
song
!
,
giving
money
to
the
Fool
Come
on
,
there
is
sixpence
for
you
.
Let’s
have
a
song
.
,
giving
money
to
the
Fool
There’s
a
testril
of
me
,
too
.
If
one
knight
give
a
—
Would
you
have
a
love
song
or
a
song
of
good
life
?
A
love
song
,
a
love
song
.
Ay
,
ay
,
I
care
not
for
good
life
.
sings
O
mistress
mine
,
where
are
you
roaming
?
O
,
stay
and
hear
!
Your
truelove’s
coming
,
That
can
sing
both
high
and
low
.
Trip
no
further
,
pretty
sweeting
.
Journeys
end
in
lovers
meeting
,
Every
wise
man’s
son
doth
know
.
Excellent
good
,
i’
faith
!
Good
,
good
.
sings
What
is
love
?
’Tis
not
hereafter
.
Present
mirth
hath
present
laughter
.
What’s
to
come
is
still
unsure
.
In
delay
there
lies
no
plenty
,
Then
come
kiss
me
,
sweet
and
twenty
.
Youth’s
a
stuff
will
not
endure
.
A
mellifluous
voice
,
as
I
am
true
knight
.
A
contagious
breath
.
Very
sweet
and
contagious
,
i’
faith
.
To
hear
by
the
nose
,
it
is
dulcet
in
contagion
.
But
shall
we
make
the
welkin
dance
indeed
?
Shall
we
rouse
the
night
owl
in
a
catch
that
will
draw
three
souls
out
of
one
weaver
?
Shall
we
do
that
?
ACT 2. SC. 3
An
you
love
me
,
let’s
do
’t
.
I
am
dog
at
a
catch
.
By
’r
Lady
,
sir
,
and
some
dogs
will
catch
well
.
Most
certain
.
Let
our
catch
be
Thou
Knave
.
Hold
thy
peace
,
thou
knave
,
knight
?
I
shall
be
constrained
in
’t
to
call
thee
knave
,
knight
.
’Tis
not
the
first
time
I
have
constrained
one
to
call
me
knave
.
Begin
,
Fool
.
It
begins
Hold
thy
peace
.
I
shall
never
begin
if
I
hold
my
peace
.
Good
,
i’
faith
.
Come
,
begin
.
Catch
sung
.
Enter
Maria
.
What
a
caterwauling
do
you
keep
here
!
If
my
lady
have
not
called
up
her
steward
Malvolio
and
bid
him
turn
you
out
of
doors
,
never
trust
me
.
My
lady’s
a
Cataian
,
we
are
politicians
,
Malvolio’s
a
Peg-a-Ramsey
,
and
Sings
.
Three
merry
men
be
we
.
Am
not
I
consanguineous
?
Am
I
not
of
her
blood
?
Tillyvally
!
Lady
!
Sings
.
There
dwelt
a
man
in
Babylon
,
lady
,
lady
.
Beshrew
me
,
the
knight’s
in
admirable
fooling
.
Ay
,
he
does
well
enough
if
he
be
disposed
,
and
so
do
I
,
too
.
He
does
it
with
a
better
grace
,
but
I
do
it
more
natural
.
sings
O’
the
twelfth
day
of
December
—
For
the
love
o’
God
,
peace
!
Enter
Malvolio
.
My
masters
,
are
you
mad
?
Or
what
are
you
?
Have
you
no
wit
,
manners
,
nor
honesty
but
to
gabble
like
tinkers
at
this
time
of
night
?
Do
you
make
an
ale-house
of
my
lady’s
house
,
that
you
squeak
out
your
coziers’
catches
without
any
mitigation
or
remorse
of
voice
?
Is
there
no
respect
of
place
,
persons
,
nor
time
in
you
?
ACT 2. SC. 3
We
did
keep
time
,
sir
,
in
our
catches
.
Sneck
up
!
Sir
Toby
,
I
must
be
round
with
you
.
My
lady
bade
me
tell
you
that
,
though
she
harbors
you
as
her
kinsman
,
she’s
nothing
allied
to
your
disorders
.
If
you
can
separate
yourself
and
your
misdemeanors
,
you
are
welcome
to
the
house
;
if
not
,
an
it
would
please
you
to
take
leave
of
her
,
she
is
very
willing
to
bid
you
farewell
.
sings
Farewell
,
dear
heart
,
since
I
must
needs
be
gone
.
Nay
,
good
Sir
Toby
.
sings
His
eyes
do
show
his
days
are
almost
done
.
Is
’t
even
so
?
sings
But
I
will
never
die
.
sings
Sir
Toby
,
there
you
lie
.
This
is
much
credit
to
you
.
sings
Shall
I
bid
him
go
?
sings
What
an
if
you
do
?
sings
Shall
I
bid
him
go
,
and
spare
not
?
sings
O
no
,
no
,
no
,
no
,
you
dare
not
.
Out
o’
tune
,
sir
?
You
lie
.
Art
any
more
than
a
steward
?
Dost
thou
think
,
because
thou
art
virtuous
,
there
shall
be
no
more
cakes
and
ale
?
Yes
,
by
Saint
Anne
,
and
ginger
shall
be
hot
i’
th’
mouth
,
too
.
Thou
’rt
i’
th’
right
.
—
Go
,
sir
,
rub
your
chain
with
crumbs
.
—
A
stoup
of
wine
,
Maria
!
Mistress
Mary
,
if
you
prized
my
lady’s
favor
at
anything
more
than
contempt
,
you
would
not
give
ACT 2. SC. 3
means
for
this
uncivil
rule
.
She
shall
know
of
it
,
by
this
hand
.
He
exits
.
Go
shake
your
ears
!
’Twere
as
good
a
deed
as
to
drink
when
a
man’s
a-hungry
,
to
challenge
him
the
field
and
then
to
break
promise
with
him
and
make
a
fool
of
him
.
Do
’t
,
knight
.
I’ll
write
thee
a
challenge
.
Or
I’ll
deliver
thy
indignation
to
him
by
word
of
mouth
.
Sweet
Sir
Toby
,
be
patient
for
tonight
.
Since
the
youth
of
the
Count’s
was
today
with
my
lady
,
she
is
much
out
of
quiet
.
For
Monsieur
Malvolio
,
let
me
alone
with
him
.
If
I
do
not
gull
him
into
a
nayword
and
make
him
a
common
recreation
,
do
not
think
I
have
wit
enough
to
lie
straight
in
my
bed
.
I
know
I
can
do
it
.
Possess
us
,
possess
us
,
tell
us
something
of
him
.
Marry
,
sir
,
sometimes
he
is
a
kind
of
puritan
.
O
,
if
I
thought
that
,
I’d
beat
him
like
a
dog
!
What
,
for
being
a
puritan
?
Thy
exquisite
reason
,
dear
knight
?
I
have
no
exquisite
reason
for
’t
,
but
I
have
reason
good
enough
.
The
devil
a
puritan
that
he
is
,
or
anything
constantly
but
a
time-pleaser
;
an
affectioned
ass
that
cons
state
without
book
and
utters
it
by
great
swaths
;
the
best
persuaded
of
himself
,
so
crammed
,
as
he
thinks
,
with
excellencies
,
that
it
is
his
grounds
of
faith
that
all
that
look
on
him
love
him
.
And
on
that
vice
in
him
will
my
revenge
find
notable
cause
to
work
.
What
wilt
thou
do
?
I
will
drop
in
his
way
some
obscure
epistles
of
love
,
wherein
by
the
color
of
his
beard
,
the
shape
of
his
leg
,
the
manner
of
his
gait
,
the
expressure
of
his
eye
,
forehead
,
and
complexion
,
he
shall
find
himself
ACT 2. SC. 3
most
feelingly
personated
.
I
can
write
very
like
my
lady
your
niece
;
on
a
forgotten
matter
,
we
can
hardly
make
distinction
of
our
hands
.
Excellent
!
I
smell
a
device
.
I
have
’t
in
my
nose
,
too
.
He
shall
think
,
by
the
letters
that
thou
wilt
drop
,
that
they
come
from
my
niece
,
and
that
she’s
in
love
with
him
.
My
purpose
is
indeed
a
horse
of
that
color
.
And
your
horse
now
would
make
him
an
ass
.
Ass
,
I
doubt
not
.
O
,
’twill
be
admirable
!
Sport
royal
,
I
warrant
you
.
I
know
my
physic
will
work
with
him
.
I
will
plant
you
two
,
and
let
the
Fool
make
a
third
,
where
he
shall
find
the
letter
.
Observe
his
construction
of
it
.
For
this
night
,
to
bed
,
and
dream
on
the
event
.
Farewell
.
Good
night
,
Penthesilea
.
She
exits
.
Before
me
,
she’s
a
good
wench
.
She’s
a
beagle
true
bred
,
and
one
that
adores
me
.
What
o’
that
?
I
was
adored
once
,
too
.
Let’s
to
bed
,
knight
.
Thou
hadst
need
send
for
more
money
.
If
I
cannot
recover
your
niece
,
I
am
a
foul
way
out
.
Send
for
money
,
knight
.
If
thou
hast
her
not
i’
th’
end
,
call
me
Cut
.
If
I
do
not
,
never
trust
me
,
take
it
how
you
will
.
Come
,
come
,
I’ll
go
burn
some
sack
.
’Tis
too
late
to
go
to
bed
now
.
Come
,
knight
;
come
,
knight
.
They
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
Scene
4
Enter
Orsino
,
Viola
,
Curio
,
and
others
.
Give
me
some
music
.
Music
plays
.
Now
,
good
morrow
,
friends
.
—
Now
,
good
Cesario
,
but
that
piece
of
song
,
That
old
and
antique
song
we
heard
last
night
.
Methought
it
did
relieve
my
passion
much
,
More
than
light
airs
and
recollected
terms
Of
these
most
brisk
and
giddy-pacèd
times
.
Come
,
but
one
verse
.
He
is
not
here
,
so
please
your
Lordship
lordship
,
that
should
sing
it
.
Who
was
it
?
Feste
the
jester
,
my
lord
,
a
Fool
that
the
Lady
Olivia’s
father
took
much
delight
in
.
He
is
about
the
house
.
Seek
him
out
Curio
exits
,
and
play
the
tune
the
while
.
Music
plays
.
To
Viola
.
Come
hither
,
boy
.
If
ever
thou
shalt
love
,
In
the
sweet
pangs
of
it
remember
me
,
For
such
as
I
am
,
all
true
lovers
are
,
Unstaid
and
skittish
in
all
motions
else
Save
in
the
constant
image
of
the
creature
That
is
beloved
.
How
dost
thou
like
this
tune
?
It
gives
a
very
echo
to
the
seat
Where
love
is
throned
.
Thou
dost
speak
masterly
.
My
life
upon
’t
,
young
though
thou
art
,
thine
eye
Hath
stayed
upon
some
favor
that
it
loves
.
Hath
it
not
,
boy
?
A
little
,
by
your
favor
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
What
kind
of
woman
is
’t
?
Of
your
complexion
.
She
is
not
worth
thee
,
then
.
What
years
,
i’
faith
?
About
your
years
,
my
lord
.
Too
old
,
by
heaven
.
Let
still
the
woman
take
An
elder
than
herself
.
So
wears
she
to
him
;
So
sways
she
level
in
her
husband’s
heart
.
For
,
boy
,
however
we
do
praise
ourselves
,
Our
fancies
are
more
giddy
and
unfirm
,
More
longing
,
wavering
,
sooner
lost
and
worn
,
Than
women’s
are
.
I
think
it
well
,
my
lord
.
Then
let
thy
love
be
younger
than
thyself
,
Or
thy
affection
cannot
hold
the
bent
.
For
women
are
as
roses
,
whose
fair
flower
,
Being
once
displayed
,
doth
fall
that
very
hour
.
And
so
they
are
.
Alas
,
that
they
are
so
,
To
die
even
when
they
to
perfection
grow
!
Enter
Curio
and
Feste
,
the
Fool
.
O
,
fellow
,
come
,
the
song
we
had
last
night
.
—
Mark
it
,
Cesario
.
It
is
old
and
plain
;
The
spinsters
and
the
knitters
in
the
sun
And
the
free
maids
that
weave
their
thread
with
bones
Do
use
to
chant
it
.
It
is
silly
sooth
,
And
dallies
with
the
innocence
of
love
Like
the
old
age
.
Are
you
ready
,
sir
?
Ay
,
prithee
,
sing
.
Music
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
The
Song
.
Come
away
,
come
away
,
death
,
And
in
sad
cypress
let
me
be
laid
.
Fly
away
,
fly
away
,
breath
,
I
am
slain
by
a
fair
cruel
maid
.
My
shroud
of
white
,
stuck
all
with
yew
,
O
,
prepare
it
!
My
part
of
death
,
no
one
so
true
Did
share
it
.
Not
a
flower
,
not
a
flower
sweet
On
my
black
coffin
let
there
be
strown
;
Not
a
friend
,
not
a
friend
greet
My
poor
corpse
,
where
my
bones
shall
be
thrown
.
A
thousand
thousand
sighs
to
save
,
Lay
me
,
O
,
where
Sad
true
lover
never
find
my
grave
,
To
weep
there
.
,
giving
money
There’s
for
thy
pains
.
No
pains
,
sir
.
I
take
pleasure
in
singing
,
sir
.
I’ll
pay
thy
pleasure
,
then
.
Truly
,
sir
,
and
pleasure
will
be
paid
,
one
time
or
another
.
Give
me
now
leave
to
leave
thee
.
Now
the
melancholy
god
protect
thee
,
and
the
tailor
make
thy
doublet
of
changeable
taffeta
,
for
thy
mind
is
a
very
opal
.
I
would
have
men
of
such
constancy
put
to
sea
,
that
their
business
might
be
everything
and
their
intent
everywhere
,
for
that’s
it
that
always
makes
a
good
voyage
of
nothing
.
Farewell
.
He
exits
.
Let
all
the
rest
give
place
.
All
but
Orsino
and
Viola
exit
.
Once
more
,
Cesario
,
ACT 2. SC. 4
Get
thee
to
yond
same
sovereign
cruelty
.
Tell
her
my
love
,
more
noble
than
the
world
,
Prizes
not
quantity
of
dirty
lands
.
The
parts
that
Fortune
fortune
hath
bestowed
upon
her
,
Tell
her
,
I
hold
as
giddily
as
Fortune
fortune
.
But
’tis
that
miracle
and
queen
of
gems
That
nature
pranks
her
in
attracts
my
soul
.
But
if
she
cannot
love
you
,
sir
—
I
cannot
be
so
answered
.
Sooth
,
but
you
must
.
Say
that
some
lady
,
as
perhaps
there
is
,
Hath
for
your
love
as
great
a
pang
of
heart
As
you
have
for
Olivia
.
You
cannot
love
her
;
You
tell
her
so
.
Must
she
not
then
be
answered
?
There
is
no
woman’s
sides
Can
bide
the
beating
of
so
strong
a
passion
As
love
doth
give
my
heart
;
no
woman’s
heart
So
big
,
to
hold
so
much
;
they
lack
retention
.
Alas
,
their
love
may
be
called
appetite
,
No
motion
of
the
liver
,
but
the
palate
,
That
suffer
surfeit
,
cloyment
,
and
revolt
;
But
mine
is
all
as
hungry
as
the
sea
,
And
can
digest
as
much
.
Make
no
compare
Between
that
love
a
woman
can
bear
me
And
that
I
owe
Olivia
.
Ay
,
but
I
know
—
What
dost
thou
know
?
Too
well
what
love
women
to
men
may
owe
.
In
faith
,
they
are
as
true
of
heart
as
we
.
My
father
had
a
daughter
loved
a
man
As
it
might
be
,
perhaps
,
were
I
a
woman
,
I
should
your
Lordship
.
And
what’s
her
history
?
ACT 2. SC. 5
A
blank
,
my
lord
.
She
never
told
her
love
,
But
let
concealment
,
like
a
worm
i’
th’
bud
,
Feed
on
her
damask
cheek
.
She
pined
in
thought
,
And
with
a
green
and
yellow
melancholy
She
sat
like
Patience
on
a
monument
,
Smiling
at
grief
.
Was
not
this
love
indeed
?
We
men
may
say
more
,
swear
more
,
but
indeed
Our
shows
are
more
than
will
;
for
still
we
prove
Much
in
our
vows
but
little
in
our
love
.
But
died
thy
sister
of
her
love
,
my
boy
?
I
am
all
the
daughters
of
my
father’s
house
,
And
all
the
brothers
,
too
—
and
yet
I
know
not
.
Sir
,
shall
I
to
this
lady
?
Ay
,
that’s
the
theme
.
To
her
in
haste
.
Give
her
this
jewel
.
Say
My
love
can
give
no
place
,
bide
no
denay
.
He
hands
her
a
jewel
and
they
exit
.
Scene
5
Enter
Sir
Toby
,
Sir
Andrew
,
and
Fabian
.
Come
thy
ways
,
Signior
Fabian
.
Nay
,
I’ll
come
.
If
I
lose
a
scruple
of
this
sport
,
let
me
be
boiled
to
death
with
melancholy
.
Wouldst
thou
not
be
glad
to
have
the
niggardly
rascally
sheep-biter
come
by
some
notable
shame
?
I
would
exult
,
man
.
You
know
he
brought
me
out
o’
favor
with
my
lady
about
a
bearbaiting
here
.
To
anger
him
,
we’ll
have
the
bear
again
,
and
we
will
fool
him
black
and
blue
,
shall
we
not
,
Sir
Andrew
?
An
we
do
not
,
it
is
pity
of
our
lives
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
Enter
Maria
.
Here
comes
the
little
villain
.
—
How
now
,
my
metal
of
India
?
Get
you
all
three
into
the
boxtree
.
Malvolio’s
coming
down
this
walk
.
He
has
been
yonder
i’
the
sun
practicing
behavior
to
his
own
shadow
this
half
hour
.
Observe
him
,
for
the
love
of
mockery
,
for
I
know
this
letter
will
make
a
contemplative
idiot
of
him
.
Close
,
in
the
name
of
jesting
!
They
hide
.
Lie
thou
there
putting
down
the
letter
,
for
here
comes
the
trout
that
must
be
caught
with
tickling
.
She
exits
.
Enter
Malvolio
.
’Tis
but
fortune
,
all
is
fortune
.
Maria
once
told
me
she
did
affect
me
,
and
I
have
heard
herself
come
thus
near
,
that
should
she
fancy
,
it
should
be
one
of
my
complexion
.
Besides
,
she
uses
me
with
a
more
exalted
respect
than
anyone
else
that
follows
her
.
What
should
I
think
on
’t
?
,
aside
Here’s
an
overweening
rogue
.
,
aside
O
,
peace
!
Contemplation
makes
a
rare
turkeycock
of
him
.
How
he
jets
under
his
advanced
plumes
!
,
aside
’Slight
,
I
could
so
beat
the
rogue
!
,
aside
Peace
,
I
say
.
To
be
Count
Malvolio
.
,
aside
Ah
,
rogue
!
,
aside
Pistol
him
,
pistol
him
!
,
aside
Peace
,
peace
!
There
is
example
for
’t
.
The
lady
of
the
Strachy
married
the
yeoman
of
the
wardrobe
.
,
aside
Fie
on
him
,
Jezebel
!
,
aside
O
,
peace
,
now
he’s
deeply
in
.
Look
how
imagination
blows
him
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
Having
been
three
months
married
to
her
,
sitting
in
my
state
—
,
aside
O
,
for
a
stone-bow
,
to
hit
him
in
the
eye
!
Calling
my
officers
about
me
,
in
my
branched
velvet
gown
,
having
come
from
a
daybed
,
where
I
have
left
Olivia
sleeping
—
,
aside
Fire
and
brimstone
!
,
aside
O
,
peace
,
peace
!
And
then
to
have
the
humor
of
state
;
and
after
a
demure
travel
of
regard
,
telling
them
I
know
my
place
,
as
I
would
they
should
do
theirs
,
to
ask
for
my
kinsman
Toby
—
,
aside
Bolts
and
shackles
!
,
aside
O
,
peace
,
peace
,
peace
!
Now
,
now
.
Seven
of
my
people
,
with
an
obedient
start
,
make
out
for
him
.
I
frown
the
while
,
and
perchance
wind
up
my
watch
,
or
play
with
my
—
some
rich
jewel
.
Toby
approaches
;
curtsies
there
to
me
—
,
aside
Shall
this
fellow
live
?
,
aside
Though
our
silence
be
drawn
from
us
with
cars
,
yet
peace
!
I
extend
my
hand
to
him
thus
,
quenching
my
familiar
smile
with
an
austere
regard
of
control
—
,
aside
And
does
not
Toby
take
you
a
blow
o’
the
lips
then
?
Saying
,
Cousin
Toby
,
my
fortunes
,
having
cast
me
on
your
niece
,
give
me
this
prerogative
of
speech
—
,
aside
What
,
what
?
You
must
amend
your
drunkenness
.
,
aside
Out
,
scab
!
,
aside
Nay
,
patience
,
or
we
break
the
sinews
of
our
plot
!
Besides
,
you
waste
the
treasure
of
your
time
with
a
foolish
knight
—
ACT 2. SC. 5
,
aside
That’s
me
,
I
warrant
you
.
One
Sir
Andrew
.
,
aside
I
knew
’twas
I
,
for
many
do
call
me
fool
.
,
seeing
the
letter
What
employment
have
we
here
?
,
aside
Now
is
the
woodcock
near
the
gin
.
,
aside
O
,
peace
,
and
the
spirit
of
humors
intimate
reading
aloud
to
him
.
,
taking
up
the
letter
By
my
life
,
this
is
my
lady’s
hand
!
These
be
her
very
c
’s
,
her
u
’s
,
and
her
t
’s
,
and
thus
she
makes
her
great
P
’s
.
It
is
in
contempt
of
question
her
hand
.
,
aside
Her
c
’s
,
her
u
’s
,
and
her
t
’s
.
Why
that
?
reads
To
the
unknown
beloved
,
this
,
and
my
good
wishes
—
Her
very
phrases
!
By
your
leave
,
wax
.
Soft
.
And
the
impressure
her
Lucrece
,
with
which
she
uses
to
seal
—
’tis
my
lady
!
He
opens
the
letter
.
To
whom
should
this
be
?
,
aside
This
wins
him
,
liver
and
all
.
reads
Jove
knows
I
love
,
But
who
?
Lips
,
do
not
move
;
No
man
must
know
.
No
man
must
know
.
What
follows
?
The
numbers
altered
.
No
man
must
know
.
If
this
should
be
thee
,
Malvolio
!
,
aside
Marry
,
hang
thee
,
brock
!
reads
I
may
command
where
I
adore
,
But
silence
,
like
a
Lucrece
knife
,
With
bloodless
stroke
my
heart
doth
gore
;
M
.
O
.
A
.
I
.
doth
sway
my
life
.
,
aside
A
fustian
riddle
!
,
aside
Excellent
wench
,
say
I
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
M
.
O
.
A
.
I
.
doth
sway
my
life
.
Nay
,
but
first
let
me
see
,
let
me
see
,
let
me
see
.
,
aside
What
dish
o’
poison
has
she
dressed
him
!
,
aside
And
with
what
wing
the
staniel
checks
at
it
!
I
may
command
where
I
adore
.
Why
,
she
may
command
me
;
I
serve
her
;
,
she
is
my
lady
.
Why
,
this
is
evident
to
any
formal
capacity
.
There
is
no
obstruction
in
this
.
And
the
end
—
what
should
that
alphabetical
position
portend
?
If
I
could
make
that
resemble
something
in
me
!
Softly
!
M
.
O
.
A
.
I
.
—
,
aside
O
,
ay
,
make
up
that
.
—
He
is
now
at
a
cold
scent
.
,
aside
Sowter
will
cry
upon
’t
for
all
this
,
though
it
be
as
rank
as
a
fox
.
M
—
Malvolio
.
M
—
why
,
that
begins
my
name
!
,
aside
Did
not
I
say
he
would
work
it
out
?
The
cur
is
excellent
at
faults
.
M
.
But
then
there
is
no
consonancy
in
the
sequel
that
suffers
under
probation
.
A
should
follow
,
but
O
does
.
,
aside
And
O
shall
end
,
I
hope
.
,
aside
Ay
,
or
I’ll
cudgel
him
and
make
him
cry
O
.
And
then
I
comes
behind
.
,
aside
Ay
,
an
you
had
any
eye
behind
you
,
you
might
see
more
detraction
at
your
heels
than
fortunes
before
you
.
M
.
O
.
A
.
I
.
This
simulation
is
not
as
the
former
,
and
yet
to
crush
this
a
little
,
it
would
bow
to
me
,
for
every
one
of
these
letters
are
in
my
name
.
Soft
,
here
follows
prose
.
He
reads
.
If
this
fall
into
thy
hand
,
revolve
.
In
my
stars
I
am
above
thee
,
but
be
not
afraid
of
greatness
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
Some
are
born
great
,
some
achieve
greatness
,
and
some
have
greatness
thrust
upon
’em
.
Thy
fates
open
their
hands
.
Let
thy
blood
and
spirit
embrace
them
.
And
,
to
inure
thyself
to
what
thou
art
like
to
be
,
cast
thy
humble
slough
and
appear
fresh
.
Be
opposite
with
a
kinsman
,
surly
with
servants
.
Let
thy
tongue
tang
arguments
of
state
.
Put
thyself
into
the
trick
of
singularity
.
She
thus
advises
thee
that
sighs
for
thee
.
Remember
who
commended
thy
yellow
stockings
and
wished
to
see
thee
ever
cross-gartered
.
I
say
,
remember
.
Go
to
,
thou
art
made
,
if
thou
desir’st
to
be
so
.
If
not
,
let
me
see
thee
a
steward
still
,
the
fellow
of
servants
,
and
not
worthy
to
touch
Fortune’s
fingers
.
Farewell
.
She
that
would
alter
services
with
thee
,
The
Fortunate-Unhappy
.
Daylight
and
champian
discovers
not
more
!
This
is
open
.
I
will
be
proud
,
I
will
read
politic
authors
,
I
will
baffle
Sir
Toby
,
I
will
wash
off
gross
acquaintance
,
I
will
be
point-devise
the
very
man
.
I
do
not
now
fool
myself
,
to
let
imagination
jade
me
;
for
every
reason
excites
to
this
,
that
my
lady
loves
me
.
She
did
commend
my
yellow
stockings
of
late
,
she
did
praise
my
leg
being
cross-gartered
,
and
in
this
she
manifests
herself
to
my
love
and
,
with
a
kind
of
injunction
,
drives
me
to
these
habits
of
her
liking
.
I
thank
my
stars
,
I
am
happy
.
I
will
be
strange
,
stout
,
in
yellow
stockings
,
and
cross-gartered
,
even
with
the
swiftness
of
putting
on
.
Jove
and
my
stars
be
praised
!
Here
is
yet
a
postscript
.
He
reads
.
Thou
canst
not
choose
but
know
who
I
am
.
If
thou
entertain’st
my
love
,
let
it
appear
in
thy
smiling
;
thy
smiles
become
thee
well
.
Therefore
in
my
presence
still
smile
,
dear
my
sweet
,
I
prithee
.
Jove
,
I
thank
thee
!
I
will
smile
.
I
will
do
everything
that
thou
wilt
have
me
.
He
exits
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
I
will
not
give
my
part
of
this
sport
for
a
pension
of
thousands
to
be
paid
from
the
Sophy
.
I
could
marry
this
wench
for
this
device
.
So
could
I
too
.
And
ask
no
other
dowry
with
her
but
such
another
jest
.
Nor
I
neither
.
Enter
Maria
.
Here
comes
my
noble
gull-catcher
.
Wilt
thou
set
thy
foot
o’
my
neck
?
Or
o’
mine
either
?
Shall
I
play
my
freedom
at
tray-trip
and
become
thy
bondslave
?
I’
faith
,
or
I
either
?
Why
,
thou
hast
put
him
in
such
a
dream
that
when
the
image
of
it
leaves
him
he
must
run
mad
.
Nay
,
but
say
true
,
does
it
work
upon
him
?
Like
aqua
vitae
with
a
midwife
.
If
you
will
then
see
the
fruits
of
the
sport
,
mark
his
first
approach
before
my
lady
.
He
will
come
to
her
in
yellow
stockings
,
and
’tis
a
color
she
abhors
,
and
cross-gartered
,
a
fashion
she
detests
;
and
he
will
smile
upon
her
,
which
will
now
be
so
unsuitable
to
her
disposition
,
being
addicted
to
a
melancholy
as
she
is
,
that
it
cannot
but
turn
him
into
a
notable
contempt
.
If
you
will
see
it
,
follow
me
.
To
the
gates
of
Tartar
,
thou
most
excellent
devil
of
wit
!
I’ll
make
one
,
too
.
They
exit
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Enter
Viola
and
Feste
,
the
Fool
,
playing
a
tabor
.
Save
thee
,
friend
,
and
thy
music
.
Dost
thou
live
by
thy
tabor
?
No
,
sir
,
I
live
by
the
church
.
Art
thou
a
churchman
?
No
such
matter
,
sir
.
I
do
live
by
the
church
,
for
I
do
live
at
my
house
,
and
my
house
doth
stand
by
the
church
.
So
thou
mayst
say
the
king
lies
by
a
beggar
if
a
beggar
dwell
near
him
,
or
the
church
stands
by
thy
tabor
if
thy
tabor
stand
by
the
church
.
You
have
said
,
sir
.
To
see
this
age
!
A
sentence
is
but
a
chev’ril
glove
to
a
good
wit
.
How
quickly
the
wrong
side
may
be
turned
outward
!
Nay
,
that’s
certain
.
They
that
dally
nicely
with
words
may
quickly
make
them
wanton
.
I
would
therefore
my
sister
had
had
no
name
,
sir
.
Why
,
man
?
Why
,
sir
,
her
name’s
a
word
,
and
to
dally
with
that
word
might
make
my
sister
wanton
.
But
,
indeed
,
words
are
very
rascals
since
bonds
disgraced
them
.
Thy
reason
,
man
?
ACT 3. SC. 1
Troth
,
sir
,
I
can
yield
you
none
without
words
,
and
words
are
grown
so
false
I
am
loath
to
prove
reason
with
them
.
I
warrant
thou
art
a
merry
fellow
and
car’st
for
nothing
.
Not
so
,
sir
.
I
do
care
for
something
.
But
in
my
conscience
,
sir
,
I
do
not
care
for
you
.
If
that
be
to
care
for
nothing
,
sir
,
I
would
it
would
make
you
invisible
.
Art
not
thou
the
Lady
Olivia’s
Fool
?
No
,
indeed
,
sir
.
The
Lady
Olivia
has
no
folly
.
She
will
keep
no
Fool
,
sir
,
till
she
be
married
,
and
Fools
are
as
like
husbands
as
pilchers
are
to
herrings
:
the
husband’s
the
bigger
.
I
am
indeed
not
her
Fool
but
her
corrupter
of
words
.
I
saw
thee
late
at
the
Count
Orsino’s
.
Foolery
,
sir
,
does
walk
about
the
orb
like
the
sun
;
it
shines
everywhere
.
I
would
be
sorry
,
sir
,
but
the
Fool
should
be
as
oft
with
your
master
as
with
my
mistress
.
I
think
I
saw
your
Wisdom
there
.
Nay
,
an
thou
pass
upon
me
,
I’ll
no
more
with
thee
.
Hold
,
there’s
expenses
for
thee
.
Giving
a
coin
.
Now
Jove
,
in
his
next
commodity
of
hair
,
send
thee
a
beard
!
By
my
troth
I’ll
tell
thee
,
I
am
almost
sick
for
one
,
aside
though
I
would
not
have
it
grow
on
my
chin
.
—
Is
thy
lady
within
?
Would
not
a
pair
of
these
have
bred
,
sir
?
Yes
,
being
kept
together
and
put
to
use
.
I
would
play
Lord
Pandarus
of
Phrygia
,
sir
,
to
bring
a
Cressida
to
this
Troilus
.
I
understand
you
,
sir
.
’Tis
well
begged
.
Giving
another
coin
.
The
matter
I
hope
is
not
great
,
sir
,
begging
but
a
beggar
:
Cressida
was
a
beggar
.
My
lady
is
within
,
sir
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
I
will
conster
to
them
whence
you
come
.
Who
you
are
and
what
you
would
are
out
of
my
welkin
—
I
might
say
element
,
but
the
word
is
overworn
.
He
exits
.
This
fellow
is
wise
enough
to
play
the
Fool
,
And
to
do
that
well
craves
a
kind
of
wit
.
He
must
observe
their
mood
on
whom
he
jests
,
The
quality
of
persons
,
and
the
time
,
And
,
like
the
haggard
,
check
at
every
feather
That
comes
before
his
eye
.
This
is
a
practice
As
full
of
labor
as
a
wise
man’s
art
:
For
folly
that
he
wisely
shows
is
fit
;
But
wise
men
,
folly-fall’n
,
quite
taint
their
wit
.
Enter
Sir
Toby
and
Andrew
.
Save
you
,
gentleman
.
And
you
,
sir
.
Dieu
vous
garde
,
monsieur
.
Et
vous
aussi
.
Votre
serviteur
!
I
hope
,
sir
,
you
are
,
and
I
am
yours
.
Will
you
encounter
the
house
?
My
niece
is
desirous
you
should
enter
,
if
your
trade
be
to
her
.
I
am
bound
to
your
niece
,
sir
;
I
mean
,
she
is
the
list
of
my
voyage
.
Taste
your
legs
,
sir
;
put
them
to
motion
.
My
legs
do
better
understand
me
,
sir
,
than
I
understand
what
you
mean
by
bidding
me
taste
my
legs
.
I
mean
,
to
go
,
sir
,
to
enter
.
I
will
answer
you
with
gait
and
entrance
—
but
we
are
prevented
.
Enter
Olivia
,
and
Maria
,
her
Gentlewoman
.
Most
excellent
accomplished
lady
,
the
heavens
rain
odors
on
you
!
ACT 3. SC. 1
,
aside
That
youth’s
a
rare
courtier
.
Rain
odors
,
well
.
My
matter
hath
no
voice
,
lady
,
but
to
your
own
most
pregnant
and
vouchsafed
ear
.
,
aside
Odors
,
pregnant
,
and
vouchsafed
.
I’ll
get
’em
all
three
all
ready
.
Let
the
garden
door
be
shut
,
and
leave
me
to
my
hearing
.
Sir
Toby
,
Sir
Andrew
,
and
Maria
exit
.
Give
me
your
hand
,
sir
.
My
duty
,
madam
,
and
most
humble
service
.
What
is
your
name
?
Cesario
is
your
servant’s
name
,
fair
princess
.
My
servant
,
sir
?
’Twas
never
merry
world
Since
lowly
feigning
was
called
compliment
.
You’re
servant
to
the
Count
Orsino
,
youth
.
And
he
is
yours
,
and
his
must
needs
be
yours
.
Your
servant’s
servant
is
your
servant
,
madam
.
For
him
,
I
think
not
on
him
.
For
his
thoughts
,
Would
they
were
blanks
rather
than
filled
with
me
.
Madam
,
I
come
to
whet
your
gentle
thoughts
On
his
behalf
.
O
,
by
your
leave
,
I
pray
you
.
I
bade
you
never
speak
again
of
him
.
But
would
you
undertake
another
suit
,
I
had
rather
hear
you
to
solicit
that
Than
music
from
the
spheres
.
Dear
lady
—
Give
me
leave
,
beseech
you
.
I
did
send
,
After
the
last
enchantment
you
did
here
,
ACT 3. SC. 1
A
ring
in
chase
of
you
.
So
did
I
abuse
Myself
,
my
servant
,
and
,
I
fear
me
,
you
.
Under
your
hard
construction
must
I
sit
,
To
force
that
on
you
in
a
shameful
cunning
Which
you
knew
none
of
yours
.
What
might
you
think
?
Have
you
not
set
mine
honor
at
the
stake
,
And
baited
it
with
all
th’
unmuzzled
thoughts
That
tyrannous
heart
can
think
?
To
one
of
your
receiving
Enough
is
shown
.
A
cypress
,
not
a
bosom
,
Hides
my
heart
.
So
,
let
me
hear
you
speak
.
I
pity
you
.
That’s
a
degree
to
love
.
No
,
not
a
grize
,
for
’tis
a
vulgar
proof
That
very
oft
we
pity
enemies
.
Why
then
methinks
’tis
time
to
smile
again
.
O
world
,
how
apt
the
poor
are
to
be
proud
!
If
one
should
be
a
prey
,
how
much
the
better
To
fall
before
the
lion
than
the
wolf
.
Clock
strikes
.
The
clock
upbraids
me
with
the
waste
of
time
.
Be
not
afraid
,
good
youth
,
I
will
not
have
you
.
And
yet
when
wit
and
youth
is
come
to
harvest
,
Your
wife
is
like
to
reap
a
proper
man
.
There
lies
your
way
,
due
west
.
Then
westward
ho
!
Grace
and
good
disposition
attend
your
Ladyship
.
You’ll
nothing
,
madam
,
to
my
lord
by
me
?
Stay
.
I
prithee
,
tell
me
what
thou
think’st
of
me
.
That
you
do
think
you
are
not
what
you
are
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
If
I
think
so
,
I
think
the
same
of
you
.
Then
think
you
right
.
I
am
not
what
I
am
.
I
would
you
were
as
I
would
have
you
be
.
Would
it
be
better
,
madam
,
than
I
am
?
I
wish
it
might
,
for
now
I
am
your
fool
.
,
aside
O
,
what
a
deal
of
scorn
looks
beautiful
In
the
contempt
and
anger
of
his
lip
!
A
murd’rous
guilt
shows
not
itself
more
soon
Than
love
that
would
seem
hid
.
Love’s
night
is
noon
.
—
Cesario
,
by
the
roses
of
the
spring
,
By
maidhood
,
honor
,
truth
,
and
everything
,
I
love
thee
so
,
that
,
maugre
all
thy
pride
,
Nor
wit
nor
reason
can
my
passion
hide
.
Do
not
extort
thy
reasons
from
this
clause
,
For
that
I
woo
,
thou
therefore
hast
no
cause
;
But
rather
reason
thus
with
reason
fetter
:
Love
sought
is
good
,
but
given
unsought
is
better
.
By
innocence
I
swear
,
and
by
my
youth
,
I
have
one
heart
,
one
bosom
,
and
one
truth
,
And
that
no
woman
has
,
nor
never
none
Shall
mistress
be
of
it
,
save
I
alone
.
And
so
adieu
,
good
madam
.
Nevermore
Will
I
my
master’s
tears
to
you
deplore
.
Yet
come
again
,
for
thou
perhaps
mayst
move
That
heart
,
which
now
abhors
,
to
like
his
love
.
They
exit
in
different
directions
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
Scene
2
Enter
Sir
Toby
,
Sir
Andrew
,
and
Fabian
.
No
,
faith
,
I’ll
not
stay
a
jot
longer
.
Thy
reason
,
dear
venom
,
give
thy
reason
.
You
must
needs
yield
your
reason
,
Sir
Andrew
.
Marry
,
I
saw
your
niece
do
more
favors
to
the
Count’s
servingman
than
ever
she
bestowed
upon
me
.
I
saw
’t
i’
th’
orchard
.
Did
she
see
thee
the
while
,
old
boy
?
Tell
me
that
.
As
plain
as
I
see
you
now
.
This
was
a
great
argument
of
love
in
her
toward
you
.
’Slight
,
will
you
make
an
ass
o’
me
?
I
will
prove
it
legitimate
,
sir
,
upon
the
oaths
of
judgment
and
reason
.
And
they
have
been
grand-jurymen
since
before
Noah
was
a
sailor
.
She
did
show
favor
to
the
youth
in
your
sight
only
to
exasperate
you
,
to
awake
your
dormouse
valor
,
to
put
fire
in
your
heart
and
brimstone
in
your
liver
.
You
should
then
have
accosted
her
,
and
with
some
excellent
jests
,
fire-new
from
the
mint
,
you
should
have
banged
the
youth
into
dumbness
.
This
was
looked
for
at
your
hand
,
and
this
was
balked
.
The
double
gilt
of
this
opportunity
you
let
time
wash
off
,
and
you
are
now
sailed
into
the
north
of
my
lady’s
opinion
,
where
you
will
hang
like
an
icicle
on
a
Dutchman’s
beard
,
unless
you
do
redeem
it
by
some
laudable
attempt
either
of
valor
or
policy
.
An
’t
be
any
way
,
it
must
be
with
valor
,
for
policy
I
hate
.
I
had
as
lief
be
a
Brownist
as
a
politician
.
Why
,
then
,
build
me
thy
fortunes
upon
the
basis
ACT 3. SC. 2
of
valor
.
Challenge
me
the
Count’s
youth
to
fight
with
him
.
Hurt
him
in
eleven
places
.
My
niece
shall
take
note
of
it
,
and
assure
thyself
,
there
is
no
love-broker
in
the
world
can
more
prevail
in
man’s
commendation
with
woman
than
report
of
valor
.
There
is
no
way
but
this
,
Sir
Andrew
.
Will
either
of
you
bear
me
a
challenge
to
him
?
Go
,
write
it
in
a
martial
hand
.
Be
curst
and
brief
.
It
is
no
matter
how
witty
,
so
it
be
eloquent
and
full
of
invention
.
Taunt
him
with
the
license
of
ink
.
If
thou
thou
-est
him
some
thrice
,
it
shall
not
be
amiss
,
and
as
many
lies
as
will
lie
in
thy
sheet
of
paper
,
although
the
sheet
were
big
enough
for
the
bed
of
Ware
in
England
,
set
’em
down
.
Go
,
about
it
.
Let
there
be
gall
enough
in
thy
ink
,
though
thou
write
with
a
goose-pen
,
no
matter
.
About
it
.
Where
shall
I
find
you
?
We’ll
call
thee
at
the
cubiculo
.
Go
.
Sir
Andrew
exits
.
This
is
a
dear
manikin
to
you
,
Sir
Toby
.
I
have
been
dear
to
him
,
lad
,
some
two
thousand
strong
,
or
so
.
We
shall
have
a
rare
letter
from
him
.
But
you’ll
not
deliver
’t
?
Never
trust
me
,
then
.
And
by
all
means
stir
on
the
youth
to
an
answer
.
I
think
oxen
and
wainropes
cannot
hale
them
together
.
For
Andrew
,
if
he
were
opened
and
you
find
so
much
blood
in
his
liver
as
will
clog
the
foot
of
a
flea
,
I’ll
eat
the
rest
of
th’
anatomy
.
And
his
opposite
,
the
youth
,
bears
in
his
visage
no
great
presage
of
cruelty
.
Enter
Maria
.
Look
where
the
youngest
wren
of
mine
comes
.
If
you
desire
the
spleen
,
and
will
laugh
yourselves
ACT 3. SC. 3
into
stitches
,
follow
me
.
Yond
gull
Malvolio
is
turned
heathen
,
a
very
renegado
;
for
there
is
no
Christian
that
means
to
be
saved
by
believing
rightly
can
ever
believe
such
impossible
passages
of
grossness
.
He’s
in
yellow
stockings
.
And
cross-gartered
?
Most
villainously
,
like
a
pedant
that
keeps
a
school
i’
th’
church
.
I
have
dogged
him
like
his
murderer
.
He
does
obey
every
point
of
the
letter
that
I
dropped
to
betray
him
.
He
does
smile
his
face
into
more
lines
than
is
in
the
new
map
with
the
augmentation
of
the
Indies
.
You
have
not
seen
such
a
thing
as
’tis
.
I
can
hardly
forbear
hurling
things
at
him
.
I
know
my
lady
will
strike
him
.
If
she
do
,
he’ll
smile
and
take
’t
for
a
great
favor
.
Come
,
bring
us
,
bring
us
where
he
is
.
They
all
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Sebastian
and
Antonio
.
I
would
not
by
my
will
have
troubled
you
,
But
,
since
you
make
your
pleasure
of
your
pains
,
I
will
no
further
chide
you
.
I
could
not
stay
behind
you
.
My
desire
,
More
sharp
than
filèd
steel
,
did
spur
me
forth
;
And
not
all
love
to
see
you
,
though
so
much
As
might
have
drawn
one
to
a
longer
voyage
,
But
jealousy
what
might
befall
your
travel
,
Being
skill-less
in
these
parts
,
which
to
a
stranger
,
Unguided
and
unfriended
,
often
prove
Rough
and
unhospitable
.
My
willing
love
,
The
rather
by
these
arguments
of
fear
,
Set
forth
in
your
pursuit
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
My
kind
Antonio
,
I
can
no
other
answer
make
but
thanks
,
And
thanks
,
and
ever
thanks
;
and
oft
good
turns
Are
shuffled
off
with
such
uncurrent
pay
.
But
were
my
worth
,
as
is
my
conscience
,
firm
,
You
should
find
better
dealing
.
What’s
to
do
?
Shall
we
go
see
the
relics
of
this
town
?
Tomorrow
,
sir
.
Best
first
go
see
your
lodging
.
I
am
not
weary
,
and
’tis
long
to
night
.
I
pray
you
,
let
us
satisfy
our
eyes
With
the
memorials
and
the
things
of
fame
That
do
renown
this
city
.
Would
you’d
pardon
me
.
I
do
not
without
danger
walk
these
streets
.
Once
in
a
sea
fight
’gainst
the
Count
his
galleys
I
did
some
service
,
of
such
note
indeed
That
were
I
ta’en
here
it
would
scarce
be
answered
.
Belike
you
slew
great
number
of
his
people
?
Th’
offense
is
not
of
such
a
bloody
nature
,
Albeit
the
quality
of
the
time
and
quarrel
Might
well
have
given
us
bloody
argument
.
It
might
have
since
been
answered
in
repaying
What
we
took
from
them
,
which
,
for
traffic’s
sake
,
Most
of
our
city
did
.
Only
myself
stood
out
,
For
which
,
if
I
be
lapsèd
in
this
place
,
I
shall
pay
dear
.
Do
not
then
walk
too
open
.
It
doth
not
fit
me
.
Hold
,
sir
,
here’s
my
purse
.
Giving
him
money
.
In
the
south
suburbs
,
at
the
Elephant
,
Is
best
to
lodge
.
I
will
bespeak
our
diet
ACT 3. SC. 4
Whiles
you
beguile
the
time
and
feed
your
knowledge
With
viewing
of
the
town
.
There
shall
you
have
me
.
Why
I
your
purse
?
Haply
your
eye
shall
light
upon
some
toy
You
have
desire
to
purchase
,
and
your
store
,
I
think
,
is
not
for
idle
markets
,
sir
.
I’ll
be
your
purse-bearer
and
leave
you
For
an
hour
.
To
th’
Elephant
.
I
do
remember
.
They
exit
in
different
directions
.
Scene
4
Enter
Olivia
and
Maria
.
,
aside
I
have
sent
after
him
.
He
says
he’ll
come
.
How
shall
I
feast
him
?
What
bestow
of
him
?
For
youth
is
bought
more
oft
than
begged
or
borrowed
.
I
speak
too
loud
.
—
Where’s
Malvolio
?
He
is
sad
and
civil
And
suits
well
for
a
servant
with
my
fortunes
.
Where
is
Malvolio
?
He’s
coming
,
madam
,
but
in
very
strange
manner
.
He
is
sure
possessed
,
madam
.
Why
,
what’s
the
matter
?
Does
he
rave
?
No
,
madam
,
he
does
nothing
but
smile
.
Your
Ladyship
were
best
to
have
some
guard
about
you
if
he
come
,
for
sure
the
man
is
tainted
in
’s
wits
.
Go
call
him
hither
.
Maria
exits
.
I
am
as
mad
as
he
,
If
sad
and
merry
madness
equal
be
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Enter
Maria
with
Malvolio
.
How
now
,
Malvolio
?
Sweet
lady
,
ho
,
ho
!
Smil’st
thou
?
I
sent
for
thee
upon
a
sad
occasion
.
Sad
,
lady
?
I
could
be
sad
.
This
does
make
some
obstruction
in
the
blood
,
this
cross-gartering
,
but
what
of
that
?
If
it
please
the
eye
of
one
,
it
is
with
me
as
the
very
true
sonnet
is
:
Please
one
,
and
please
all
.
Why
,
how
dost
thou
,
man
?
What
is
the
matter
with
thee
?
Not
black
in
my
mind
,
though
yellow
in
my
legs
.
It
did
come
to
his
hands
,
and
commands
shall
be
executed
.
I
think
we
do
know
the
sweet
Roman
hand
.
Wilt
thou
go
to
bed
,
Malvolio
?
To
bed
?
Ay
,
sweetheart
,
and
I’ll
come
to
thee
.
God
comfort
thee
!
Why
dost
thou
smile
so
,
and
kiss
thy
hand
so
oft
?
How
do
you
,
Malvolio
?
At
your
request
?
Yes
,
nightingales
answer
daws
!
Why
appear
you
with
this
ridiculous
boldness
before
my
lady
?
Be
not
afraid
of
greatness
.
’Twas
well
writ
.
What
mean’st
thou
by
that
,
Malvolio
?
Some
are
born
great
—
Ha
?
Some
achieve
greatness
—
What
sayst
thou
?
And
some
have
greatness
thrust
upon
them
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Heaven
restore
thee
!
Remember
who
commended
thy
yellow
stockings
—
Thy
yellow
stockings
?
And
wished
to
see
thee
cross-gartered
.
Cross-gartered
?
Go
to
,
thou
art
made
,
if
thou
desir’st
to
be
so
—
Am
I
made
?
If
not
,
let
me
see
thee
a
servant
still
.
Why
,
this
is
very
midsummer
madness
!
Enter
Servant
.
Madam
,
the
young
gentleman
of
the
Count
Orsino’s
is
returned
.
I
could
hardly
entreat
him
back
.
He
attends
your
Ladyship’s
pleasure
.
I’ll
come
to
him
.
Servant
exits
.
Good
Maria
,
let
this
fellow
be
looked
to
.
Where’s
my
Cousin
Toby
?
Let
some
of
my
people
have
a
special
care
of
him
.
I
would
not
have
him
miscarry
for
the
half
of
my
dowry
.
Olivia
and
Maria
exit
in
different
directions
.
O
ho
,
do
you
come
near
me
now
?
No
worse
man
than
Sir
Toby
to
look
to
me
.
This
concurs
directly
with
the
letter
.
She
sends
him
on
purpose
that
I
may
appear
stubborn
to
him
,
for
she
incites
me
to
that
in
the
letter
:
Cast
thy
humble
slough
,
says
she
.
Be
opposite
with
a
kinsman
,
surly
with
servants
;
let
thy
tongue
tang
with
arguments
of
state
;
put
thyself
into
the
trick
of
singularity
,
and
consequently
sets
down
the
manner
how
:
as
,
a
sad
face
,
a
reverend
carriage
,
a
slow
tongue
,
in
the
habit
of
some
Sir
of
note
,
and
so
forth
.
I
have
limed
her
,
but
it
is
Jove’s
doing
,
and
Jove
make
me
thankful
!
And
when
she
went
away
now
,
Let
this
fellow
be
looked
to
.
Fellow
!
Not
Malvolio
,
nor
after
my
ACT 3. SC. 4
degree
,
but
fellow
.
Why
,
everything
adheres
together
,
that
no
dram
of
a
scruple
,
no
scruple
of
a
scruple
,
no
obstacle
,
no
incredulous
or
unsafe
circumstance
—
what
can
be
said
?
Nothing
that
can
be
can
come
between
me
and
the
full
prospect
of
my
hopes
.
Well
,
Jove
,
not
I
,
is
the
doer
of
this
,
and
he
is
to
be
thanked
.
Enter
Toby
,
Fabian
,
and
Maria
.
Which
way
is
he
,
in
the
name
of
sanctity
?
If
all
the
devils
of
hell
be
drawn
in
little
,
and
Legion
himself
possessed
him
,
yet
I’ll
speak
to
him
.
Here
he
is
,
here
he
is
.
—
How
is
’t
with
you
,
sir
?
How
is
’t
with
you
,
man
?
Go
off
,
I
discard
you
.
Let
me
enjoy
my
private
.
Go
off
.
,
to
Toby
Lo
,
how
hollow
the
fiend
speaks
within
him
!
Did
not
I
tell
you
?
Sir
Toby
,
my
lady
prays
you
to
have
a
care
of
him
.
Aha
,
does
she
so
?
,
to
Fabian
and
Maria
Go
to
,
go
to
!
Peace
,
peace
.
We
must
deal
gently
with
him
.
Let
me
alone
.
—
How
do
you
,
Malvolio
?
How
is
’t
with
you
?
What
,
man
,
defy
the
devil
!
Consider
,
he’s
an
enemy
to
mankind
.
Do
you
know
what
you
say
?
,
to
Toby
La
you
,
an
you
speak
ill
of
the
devil
,
how
he
takes
it
at
heart
!
Pray
God
he
be
not
bewitched
!
Carry
his
water
to
th’
wisewoman
.
Marry
,
and
it
shall
be
done
tomorrow
morning
if
I
live
.
My
lady
would
not
lose
him
for
more
than
I’ll
say
.
How
now
,
mistress
?
O
Lord
!
Prithee
,
hold
thy
peace
.
This
is
not
the
way
.
Do
you
not
see
you
move
him
?
Let
me
alone
with
him
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
No
way
but
gentleness
,
gently
,
gently
.
The
fiend
is
rough
and
will
not
be
roughly
used
.
,
to
Malvolio
Why
,
how
now
,
my
bawcock
?
How
dost
thou
,
chuck
?
Sir
!
Ay
,
biddy
,
come
with
me
.
—
What
,
man
,
’tis
not
for
gravity
to
play
at
cherry-pit
with
Satan
.
Hang
him
,
foul
collier
!
Get
him
to
say
his
prayers
,
good
Sir
Toby
;
get
him
to
pray
.
My
prayers
,
minx
?
,
to
Toby
No
,
I
warrant
you
,
he
will
not
hear
of
godliness
.
Go
hang
yourselves
all
!
You
are
idle
,
shallow
things
.
I
am
not
of
your
element
.
You
shall
know
more
hereafter
.
He
exits
.
Is
’t
possible
?
If
this
were
played
upon
a
stage
now
,
I
could
condemn
it
as
an
improbable
fiction
.
His
very
genius
hath
taken
the
infection
of
the
device
,
man
.
Nay
,
pursue
him
now
,
lest
the
device
take
air
and
taint
.
Why
,
we
shall
make
him
mad
indeed
.
The
house
will
be
the
quieter
.
Come
,
we’ll
have
him
in
a
dark
room
and
bound
.
My
niece
is
already
in
the
belief
that
he’s
mad
.
We
may
carry
it
thus
,
for
our
pleasure
and
his
penance
,
till
our
very
pastime
,
tired
out
of
breath
,
prompt
us
to
have
mercy
on
him
,
at
which
time
we
will
bring
the
device
to
the
bar
and
crown
thee
for
a
finder
of
madmen
.
But
see
,
but
see
!
Enter
Sir
Andrew
.
More
matter
for
a
May
morning
.
,
presenting
a
paper
Here’s
the
challenge
.
Read
it
.
I
warrant
there’s
vinegar
and
pepper
in
’t
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Is
’t
so
saucy
?
Ay
,
is
’t
.
I
warrant
him
.
Do
but
read
.
Give
me
.
He
reads
.
Youth
,
whatsoever
thou
art
,
thou
art
but
a
scurvy
fellow
.
Good
,
and
valiant
.
reads
Wonder
not
,
nor
admire
not
in
thy
mind
,
why
I
do
call
thee
so
,
for
I
will
show
thee
no
reason
for
’t
.
A
good
note
,
that
keeps
you
from
the
blow
of
the
law
.
reads
Thou
com’st
to
the
Lady
Olivia
,
and
in
my
sight
she
uses
thee
kindly
.
But
thou
liest
in
thy
throat
;
that
is
not
the
matter
I
challenge
thee
for
.
Very
brief
,
and
to
exceeding
good
sense
—
less
.
reads
I
will
waylay
thee
going
home
,
where
if
it
be
thy
chance
to
kill
me
—
Good
.
reads
Thou
kill’st
me
like
a
rogue
and
a
villain
.
Still
you
keep
o’
th’
windy
side
of
the
law
.
Good
.
reads
Fare
thee
well
,
and
God
have
mercy
upon
one
of
our
souls
.
He
may
have
mercy
upon
mine
,
but
my
hope
is
better
,
and
so
look
to
thyself
.
Thy
friend
,
as
thou
usest
him
,
and
thy
sworn
enemy
,
Andrew
Aguecheek
.
If
this
letter
move
him
not
,
his
legs
cannot
.
I’ll
give
’t
him
.
You
may
have
very
fit
occasion
for
’t
.
He
is
now
in
some
commerce
with
my
lady
,
and
will
by
and
by
depart
.
Go
,
Sir
Andrew
.
Scout
me
for
him
at
the
corner
of
the
orchard
like
a
bum-baily
.
So
soon
as
ever
thou
seest
him
,
draw
,
and
as
thou
draw’st
,
swear
horrible
,
for
it
comes
to
pass
oft
that
a
terrible
oath
,
with
a
swaggering
accent
sharply
twanged
off
,
gives
manhood
more
approbation
than
ever
proof
itself
would
have
earned
him
.
Away
!
ACT 3. SC. 4
Nay
,
let
me
alone
for
swearing
.
He
exits
.
Now
will
not
I
deliver
his
letter
,
for
the
behavior
of
the
young
gentleman
gives
him
out
to
be
of
good
capacity
and
breeding
;
his
employment
between
his
lord
and
my
niece
confirms
no
less
.
Therefore
,
this
letter
,
being
so
excellently
ignorant
,
will
breed
no
terror
in
the
youth
.
He
will
find
it
comes
from
a
clodpoll
.
But
,
sir
,
I
will
deliver
his
challenge
by
word
of
mouth
,
set
upon
Aguecheek
a
notable
report
of
valor
,
and
drive
the
gentleman
(
as
I
know
his
youth
will
aptly
receive
it
)
into
a
most
hideous
opinion
of
his
rage
,
skill
,
fury
,
and
impetuosity
.
This
will
so
fright
them
both
that
they
will
kill
one
another
by
the
look
,
like
cockatrices
.
Enter
Olivia
and
Viola
.
Here
he
comes
with
your
niece
.
Give
them
way
till
he
take
leave
,
and
presently
after
him
.
I
will
meditate
the
while
upon
some
horrid
message
for
a
challenge
.
Toby
,
Fabian
,
and
Maria
exit
.
I
have
said
too
much
unto
a
heart
of
stone
And
laid
mine
honor
too
unchary
on
’t
.
There’s
something
in
me
that
reproves
my
fault
,
But
such
a
headstrong
potent
fault
it
is
That
it
but
mocks
reproof
.
With
the
same
’havior
that
your
passion
bears
Goes
on
my
master’s
griefs
.
Here
,
wear
this
jewel
for
me
.
’Tis
my
picture
.
Refuse
it
not
.
It
hath
no
tongue
to
vex
you
.
And
I
beseech
you
come
again
tomorrow
.
What
shall
you
ask
of
me
that
I’ll
deny
,
That
honor
,
saved
,
may
upon
asking
give
?
ACT 3. SC. 4
Nothing
but
this
:
your
true
love
for
my
master
.
How
with
mine
honor
may
I
give
him
that
Which
I
have
given
to
you
?
I
will
acquit
you
.
Well
,
come
again
tomorrow
.
Fare
thee
well
.
A
fiend
like
thee
might
bear
my
soul
to
hell
.
She
exits
.
Enter
Toby
and
Fabian
.
Gentleman
,
God
save
thee
.
And
you
,
sir
.
That
defense
thou
hast
,
betake
thee
to
’t
.
Of
what
nature
the
wrongs
are
thou
hast
done
him
,
I
know
not
,
but
thy
intercepter
,
full
of
despite
,
bloody
as
the
hunter
,
attends
thee
at
the
orchard
end
.
Dismount
thy
tuck
,
be
yare
in
thy
preparation
,
for
thy
assailant
is
quick
,
skillful
,
and
deadly
.
You
mistake
,
sir
.
I
am
sure
no
man
hath
any
quarrel
to
me
.
My
remembrance
is
very
free
and
clear
from
any
image
of
offense
done
to
any
man
.
You’ll
find
it
otherwise
,
I
assure
you
.
Therefore
,
if
you
hold
your
life
at
any
price
,
betake
you
to
your
guard
,
for
your
opposite
hath
in
him
what
youth
,
strength
,
skill
,
and
wrath
can
furnish
man
withal
.
I
pray
you
,
sir
,
what
is
he
?
He
is
knight
dubbed
with
unhatched
rapier
and
on
carpet
consideration
,
but
he
is
a
devil
in
private
brawl
.
Souls
and
bodies
hath
he
divorced
three
,
and
his
incensement
at
this
moment
is
so
implacable
that
satisfaction
can
be
none
but
by
pangs
of
death
and
sepulcher
.
Hob
,
nob
is
his
word
;
give
’t
or
take
’t
.
I
will
return
again
into
the
house
and
desire
ACT 3. SC. 4
some
conduct
of
the
lady
.
I
am
no
fighter
.
I
have
heard
of
some
kind
of
men
that
put
quarrels
purposely
on
others
to
taste
their
valor
.
Belike
this
is
a
man
of
that
quirk
.
Sir
,
no
.
His
indignation
derives
itself
out
of
a
very
competent
injury
.
Therefore
get
you
on
and
give
him
his
desire
.
Back
you
shall
not
to
the
house
,
unless
you
undertake
that
with
me
which
with
as
much
safety
you
might
answer
him
.
Therefore
on
,
or
strip
your
sword
stark
naked
,
for
meddle
you
must
,
that’s
certain
,
or
forswear
to
wear
iron
about
you
.
This
is
as
uncivil
as
strange
.
I
beseech
you
,
do
me
this
courteous
office
,
as
to
know
of
the
knight
what
my
offense
to
him
is
.
It
is
something
of
my
negligence
,
nothing
of
my
purpose
.
I
will
do
so
.
—
Signior
Fabian
,
stay
you
by
this
gentleman
till
my
return
.
Toby
exits
.
Pray
you
,
sir
,
do
you
know
of
this
matter
?
I
know
the
knight
is
incensed
against
you
even
to
a
mortal
arbitrament
,
but
nothing
of
the
circumstance
more
.
I
beseech
you
,
what
manner
of
man
is
he
?
Nothing
of
that
wonderful
promise
,
to
read
him
by
his
form
,
as
you
are
like
to
find
him
in
the
proof
of
his
valor
.
He
is
indeed
,
sir
,
the
most
skillful
,
bloody
,
and
fatal
opposite
that
you
could
possibly
have
found
in
any
part
of
Illyria
.
Will
you
walk
towards
him
?
I
will
make
your
peace
with
him
if
I
can
.
I
shall
be
much
bound
to
you
for
’t
.
I
am
one
that
had
rather
go
with
Sir
Priest
than
Sir
Knight
,
I
care
not
who
knows
so
much
of
my
mettle
.
They
exit
.
Enter
Toby
and
Andrew
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Why
,
man
,
he’s
a
very
devil
.
I
have
not
seen
such
a
firago
.
I
had
a
pass
with
him
,
rapier
,
scabbard
,
and
all
,
and
he
gives
me
the
stuck-in
with
such
a
mortal
motion
that
it
is
inevitable
;
and
on
the
answer
,
he
pays
you
as
surely
as
your
feet
hits
the
ground
they
step
on
.
They
say
he
has
been
fencer
to
the
Sophy
.
Pox
on
’t
!
I’ll
not
meddle
with
him
.
Ay
,
but
he
will
not
now
be
pacified
.
Fabian
can
scarce
hold
him
yonder
.
Plague
on
’t
!
An
I
thought
he
had
been
valiant
,
and
so
cunning
in
fence
,
I’d
have
seen
him
damned
ere
I’d
have
challenged
him
.
Let
him
let
the
matter
slip
,
and
I’ll
give
him
my
horse
,
gray
Capilet
.
I’ll
make
the
motion
.
Stand
here
,
make
a
good
show
on
’t
.
This
shall
end
without
the
perdition
of
souls
.
Aside
.
Marry
,
I’ll
ride
your
horse
as
well
as
I
ride
you
.
Enter
Fabian
and
Viola
.
Toby
crosses
to
meet
them
.
Aside
to
Fabian
.
I
have
his
horse
to
take
up
the
quarrel
.
I
have
persuaded
him
the
youth’s
a
devil
.
,
aside
to
Toby
He
is
as
horribly
conceited
of
him
,
and
pants
and
looks
pale
as
if
a
bear
were
at
his
heels
.
,
to
Viola
There’s
no
remedy
,
sir
;
he
will
fight
with
you
for
’s
oath
sake
.
Marry
,
he
hath
better
bethought
him
of
his
quarrel
,
and
he
finds
that
now
scarce
to
be
worth
talking
of
.
Therefore
,
draw
for
the
supportance
of
his
vow
.
He
protests
he
will
not
hurt
you
.
Pray
God
defend
me
!
Aside
.
A
little
thing
would
make
me
tell
them
how
much
I
lack
of
a
man
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Give
ground
if
you
see
him
furious
.
Toby
crosses
to
Andrew
.
Come
,
Sir
Andrew
,
there’s
no
remedy
.
The
gentleman
will
,
for
his
honor’s
sake
,
have
one
bout
with
you
.
He
cannot
by
the
duello
avoid
it
.
But
he
has
promised
me
,
as
he
is
a
gentleman
and
a
soldier
,
he
will
not
hurt
you
.
Come
on
,
to
’t
.
,
drawing
his
sword
Pray
God
he
keep
his
oath
!
,
drawing
her
sword
I
do
assure
you
’tis
against
my
will
.
Enter
Antonio
.
,
to
Andrew
Put
up
your
sword
.
If
this
young
gentleman
Have
done
offense
,
I
take
the
fault
on
me
.
If
you
offend
him
,
I
for
him
defy
you
.
You
,
sir
?
Why
,
what
are
you
?
,
drawing
his
sword
One
,
sir
,
that
for
his
love
dares
yet
do
more
Than
you
have
heard
him
brag
to
you
he
will
.
,
drawing
his
sword
Nay
,
if
you
be
an
undertaker
,
I
am
for
you
.
Enter
Officers
.
O
,
good
Sir
Toby
,
hold
!
Here
come
the
officers
.
,
to
Antonio
I’ll
be
with
you
anon
.
,
to
Andrew
Pray
,
sir
,
put
your
sword
up
,
if
you
please
.
Marry
,
will
I
,
sir
.
And
for
that
I
promised
you
,
I’ll
be
as
good
as
my
word
.
He
will
bear
you
easily
,
and
reins
well
.
This
is
the
man
.
Do
thy
office
.
Antonio
,
I
arrest
thee
at
the
suit
of
Count
Orsino
.
You
do
mistake
me
,
sir
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
No
,
sir
,
no
jot
.
I
know
your
favor
well
,
Though
now
you
have
no
sea-cap
on
your
head
.
—
Take
him
away
.
He
knows
I
know
him
well
.
I
must
obey
.
To
Viola
.
This
comes
with
seeking
you
.
But
there’s
no
remedy
.
I
shall
answer
it
.
What
will
you
do
,
now
my
necessity
Makes
me
to
ask
you
for
my
purse
?
It
grieves
me
Much
more
for
what
I
cannot
do
for
you
Than
what
befalls
myself
.
You
stand
amazed
,
But
be
of
comfort
.
Come
,
sir
,
away
.
,
to
Viola
I
must
entreat
of
you
some
of
that
money
.
What
money
,
sir
?
For
the
fair
kindness
you
have
showed
me
here
,
And
part
being
prompted
by
your
present
trouble
,
Out
of
my
lean
and
low
ability
I’ll
lend
you
something
.
My
having
is
not
much
.
I’ll
make
division
of
my
present
with
you
.
Hold
,
there’s
half
my
coffer
.
Offering
him
money
.
Will
you
deny
me
now
?
Is
’t
possible
that
my
deserts
to
you
Can
lack
persuasion
?
Do
not
tempt
my
misery
,
Lest
that
it
make
me
so
unsound
a
man
As
to
upbraid
you
with
those
kindnesses
That
I
have
done
for
you
.
I
know
of
none
,
Nor
know
I
you
by
voice
or
any
feature
.
I
hate
ingratitude
more
in
a
man
Than
lying
,
vainness
,
babbling
drunkenness
,
Or
any
taint
of
vice
whose
strong
corruption
Inhabits
our
frail
blood
—
O
heavens
themselves
!
ACT 3. SC. 4
Come
,
sir
,
I
pray
you
go
.
Let
me
speak
a
little
.
This
youth
that
you
see
here
I
snatched
one
half
out
of
the
jaws
of
death
,
Relieved
him
with
such
sanctity
of
love
,
And
to
his
image
,
which
methought
did
promise
Most
venerable
worth
,
did
I
devotion
.
What’s
that
to
us
?
The
time
goes
by
.
Away
!
But
O
,
how
vile
an
idol
proves
this
god
!
Thou
hast
,
Sebastian
,
done
good
feature
shame
.
In
nature
there’s
no
blemish
but
the
mind
;
None
can
be
called
deformed
but
the
unkind
.
Virtue
is
beauty
,
but
the
beauteous
evil
Are
empty
trunks
o’erflourished
by
the
devil
.
The
man
grows
mad
.
Away
with
him
.
—
Come
,
come
,
sir
.
Lead
me
on
.
Antonio
and
Officers
exit
.
,
aside
Methinks
his
words
do
from
such
passion
fly
That
he
believes
himself
;
so
do
not
I
.
Prove
true
,
imagination
,
O
,
prove
true
,
That
I
,
dear
brother
,
be
now
ta’en
for
you
!
Come
hither
,
knight
;
come
hither
,
Fabian
.
We’ll
whisper
o’er
a
couplet
or
two
of
most
sage
saws
.
Toby
,
Fabian
,
and
Andrew
move
aside
.
,
aside
He
named
Sebastian
.
I
my
brother
know
Yet
living
in
my
glass
.
Even
such
and
so
In
favor
was
my
brother
,
and
he
went
Still
in
this
fashion
,
color
,
ornament
,
For
him
I
imitate
.
O
,
if
it
prove
,
Tempests
are
kind
,
and
salt
waves
fresh
in
love
!
She
exits
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
A
very
dishonest
,
paltry
boy
,
and
more
a
coward
than
a
hare
.
His
dishonesty
appears
in
leaving
his
friend
here
in
necessity
and
denying
him
;
and
for
his
cowardship
,
ask
Fabian
.
A
coward
,
a
most
devout
coward
,
religious
in
it
.
’Slid
,
I’ll
after
him
again
and
beat
him
.
Do
,
cuff
him
soundly
,
but
never
draw
thy
sword
.
An
I
do
not
—
Come
,
let’s
see
the
event
.
I
dare
lay
any
money
’twill
be
nothing
yet
.
They
exit
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
Sebastian
and
Feste
,
the
Fool
.
Will
you
make
me
believe
that
I
am
not
sent
for
you
?
Go
to
,
go
to
,
thou
art
a
foolish
fellow
.
Let
me
be
clear
of
thee
.
Well
held
out
,
i’
faith
.
No
,
I
do
not
know
you
,
nor
I
am
not
sent
to
you
by
my
lady
to
bid
you
come
speak
with
her
,
nor
your
name
is
not
Master
Cesario
,
nor
this
is
not
my
nose
neither
.
Nothing
that
is
so
is
so
.
I
prithee
,
vent
thy
folly
somewhere
else
.
Thou
know’st
not
me
.
Vent
my
folly
?
He
has
heard
that
word
of
some
great
man
and
now
applies
it
to
a
Fool
.
Vent
my
folly
?
I
am
afraid
this
great
lubber
the
world
will
prove
a
cockney
.
I
prithee
now
,
ungird
thy
strangeness
and
tell
me
what
I
shall
vent
to
my
lady
.
Shall
I
vent
to
her
that
thou
art
coming
?
I
prithee
,
foolish
Greek
,
depart
from
me
.
There’s
money
for
thee
.
Giving
money
.
If
you
tarry
longer
,
I
shall
give
worse
payment
.
By
my
troth
,
thou
hast
an
open
hand
.
These
wise
men
that
give
Fools
money
get
themselves
a
good
report
—
after
fourteen
years’
purchase
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
Enter
Andrew
,
Toby
,
and
Fabian
.
,
to
Sebastian
Now
,
sir
,
have
I
met
you
again
?
There’s
for
you
.
He
strikes
Sebastian
.
,
returning
the
blow
Why
,
there’s
for
thee
,
and
there
,
and
there
.
—
Are
all
the
people
mad
?
Hold
,
sir
,
or
I’ll
throw
your
dagger
o’er
the
house
.
,
aside
This
will
I
tell
my
lady
straight
.
I
would
not
be
in
some
of
your
coats
for
twopence
.
He
exits
.
,
seizing
Sebastian
Come
on
,
sir
,
hold
!
Nay
,
let
him
alone
.
I’ll
go
another
way
to
work
with
him
.
I’ll
have
an
action
of
battery
against
him
,
if
there
be
any
law
in
Illyria
.
Though
I
struck
him
first
,
yet
it’s
no
matter
for
that
.
,
to
Toby
Let
go
thy
hand
!
Come
,
sir
,
I
will
not
let
you
go
.
Come
,
my
young
soldier
,
put
up
your
iron
.
You
are
well
fleshed
.
Come
on
.
I
will
be
free
from
thee
.
He
pulls
free
and
draws
his
sword
.
What
wouldst
thou
now
?
If
thou
dar’st
tempt
me
further
,
draw
thy
sword
.
What
,
what
?
Nay
,
then
,
I
must
have
an
ounce
or
two
of
this
malapert
blood
from
you
.
He
draws
his
sword
.
Enter
Olivia
.
Hold
,
Toby
!
On
thy
life
I
charge
thee
,
hold
!
Madam
.
Will
it
be
ever
thus
?
Ungracious
wretch
,
Fit
for
the
mountains
and
the
barbarous
caves
,
ACT 4. SC. 2
Where
manners
ne’er
were
preached
!
Out
of
my
sight
!
—
Be
not
offended
,
dear
Cesario
.
—
Rudesby
,
begone
!
Toby
,
Andrew
,
and
Fabian
exit
.
I
prithee
,
gentle
friend
,
Let
thy
fair
wisdom
,
not
thy
passion
,
sway
In
this
uncivil
and
unjust
extent
Against
thy
peace
.
Go
with
me
to
my
house
,
And
hear
thou
there
how
many
fruitless
pranks
This
ruffian
hath
botched
up
,
that
thou
thereby
Mayst
smile
at
this
.
Thou
shalt
not
choose
but
go
.
Do
not
deny
.
Beshrew
his
soul
for
me
!
He
started
one
poor
heart
of
mine
,
in
thee
.
,
aside
What
relish
is
in
this
?
How
runs
the
stream
?
Or
I
am
mad
,
or
else
this
is
a
dream
.
Let
fancy
still
my
sense
in
Lethe
steep
;
If
it
be
thus
to
dream
,
still
let
me
sleep
!
Nay
,
come
,
I
prithee
.
Would
thou
’dst
be
ruled
by
me
!
Madam
,
I
will
.
O
,
say
so
,
and
so
be
!
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Maria
and
Feste
,
the
Fool
.
Nay
,
I
prithee
,
put
on
this
gown
and
this
beard
;
make
him
believe
thou
art
Sir
Topas
the
curate
.
Do
it
quickly
.
I’ll
call
Sir
Toby
the
whilst
.
She
exits
.
Well
,
I’ll
put
it
on
,
and
I
will
dissemble
myself
in
’t
,
and
I
would
I
were
the
first
that
ever
dissembled
in
such
a
gown
.
He
puts
on
gown
and
beard
.
I
am
ACT 4. SC. 2
not
tall
enough
to
become
the
function
well
,
nor
lean
enough
to
be
thought
a
good
student
,
but
to
be
said
an
honest
man
and
a
good
housekeeper
goes
as
fairly
as
to
say
a
careful
man
and
a
great
scholar
.
The
competitors
enter
.
Enter
Toby
and
Maria
.
Jove
bless
thee
,
Master
Parson
.
Bonos
dies
,
Sir
Toby
;
for
,
as
the
old
hermit
of
Prague
,
that
never
saw
pen
and
ink
,
very
wittily
said
to
a
niece
of
King
Gorboduc
That
that
is
,
is
,
so
I
,
being
Master
Parson
,
am
Master
Parson
;
for
what
is
that
but
that
and
is
but
is
?
To
him
,
Sir
Topas
.
,
disguising
his
voice
What
ho
,
I
say
!
Peace
in
this
prison
!
The
knave
counterfeits
well
.
A
good
knave
.
Malvolio
within
.
Who
calls
there
?
Sir
Topas
the
curate
,
who
comes
to
visit
Malvolio
the
lunatic
.
Sir
Topas
,
Sir
Topas
,
good
Sir
Topas
,
go
to
my
lady
—
Out
,
hyperbolical
fiend
!
How
vexest
thou
this
man
!
Talkest
thou
nothing
but
of
ladies
?
,
aside
Well
said
,
Master
Parson
.
Sir
Topas
,
never
was
man
thus
wronged
.
Good
Sir
Topas
,
do
not
think
I
am
mad
.
They
have
laid
me
here
in
hideous
darkness
—
Fie
,
thou
dishonest
Satan
!
I
call
thee
by
the
most
modest
terms
,
for
I
am
one
of
those
gentle
ones
that
will
use
the
devil
himself
with
courtesy
.
Sayst
thou
that
house
is
dark
?
As
hell
,
Sir
Topas
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Why
,
it
hath
bay
windows
transparent
as
barricadoes
,
and
the
clerestories
toward
the
south-north
are
as
lustrous
as
ebony
;
and
yet
complainest
thou
of
obstruction
?
I
am
not
mad
,
Sir
Topas
.
I
say
to
you
this
house
is
dark
.
Madman
,
thou
errest
.
I
say
there
is
no
darkness
but
ignorance
,
in
which
thou
art
more
puzzled
than
the
Egyptians
in
their
fog
.
I
say
this
house
is
as
dark
as
ignorance
,
though
ignorance
were
as
dark
as
hell
.
And
I
say
there
was
never
man
thus
abused
.
I
am
no
more
mad
than
you
are
.
Make
the
trial
of
it
in
any
constant
question
.
What
is
the
opinion
of
Pythagoras
concerning
wildfowl
?
That
the
soul
of
our
grandam
might
haply
inhabit
a
bird
.
What
thinkst
thou
of
his
opinion
?
I
think
nobly
of
the
soul
,
and
no
way
approve
his
opinion
.
Fare
thee
well
.
Remain
thou
still
in
darkness
.
Thou
shalt
hold
th’
opinion
of
Pythagoras
ere
I
will
allow
of
thy
wits
,
and
fear
to
kill
a
woodcock
lest
thou
dispossess
the
soul
of
thy
grandam
.
Fare
thee
well
.
Sir
Topas
,
Sir
Topas
!
My
most
exquisite
Sir
Topas
!
Nay
,
I
am
for
all
waters
.
Thou
mightst
have
done
this
without
thy
beard
and
gown
.
He
sees
thee
not
.
To
him
in
thine
own
voice
,
and
bring
me
word
how
thou
find’st
him
.
I
would
we
were
well
rid
of
this
knavery
.
If
he
may
be
conveniently
delivered
,
I
would
he
were
,
for
I
am
now
so
far
in
offense
with
my
niece
that
I
cannot
pursue
with
ACT 4. SC. 2
any
safety
this
sport
the
upshot
.
Come
by
and
by
to
my
chamber
.
Toby
and
Maria
exit
.
sings
,
in
his
own
voice
Hey
,
Robin
,
jolly
Robin
,
Tell
me
how
thy
lady
does
.
Fool
!
sings
My
lady
is
unkind
,
perdy
.
Fool
!
sings
Alas
,
why
is
she
so
?
Fool
,
I
say
!
sings
She
loves
another
—
Who
calls
,
ha
?
Good
fool
,
as
ever
thou
wilt
deserve
well
at
my
hand
,
help
me
to
a
candle
,
and
pen
,
ink
,
and
paper
.
As
I
am
a
gentleman
,
I
will
live
to
be
thankful
to
thee
for
’t
.
Master
Malvolio
?
Ay
,
good
Fool
.
Alas
,
sir
,
how
fell
you
besides
your
five
wits
?
Fool
,
there
was
never
man
so
notoriously
abused
.
I
am
as
well
in
my
wits
,
Fool
,
as
thou
art
.
But
as
well
?
Then
you
are
mad
indeed
,
if
you
be
no
better
in
your
wits
than
a
Fool
.
They
have
here
propertied
me
,
keep
me
in
darkness
,
send
ministers
to
me
—
asses
!
—
and
do
all
they
can
to
face
me
out
of
my
wits
.
Advise
you
what
you
say
.
The
minister
is
here
.
In
the
voice
of
Sir
Topas
.
Malvolio
,
Malvolio
,
thy
wits
the
heavens
restore
.
Endeavor
thyself
to
sleep
and
leave
thy
vain
bibble-babble
.
Sir
Topas
!
ACT 4. SC. 2
,
as
Sir
Topas
Maintain
no
words
with
him
,
good
fellow
.
As
Fool
.
Who
,
I
,
sir
?
Not
I
,
sir
!
God
buy
you
,
good
Sir
Topas
.
As
Sir
Topas
.
Marry
,
amen
.
As
Fool
.
I
will
,
sir
,
I
will
.
Fool
!
Fool
!
Fool
,
I
say
!
Alas
,
sir
,
be
patient
.
What
say
you
,
sir
?
I
am
shent
for
speaking
to
you
.
Good
Fool
,
help
me
to
some
light
and
some
paper
.
I
tell
thee
,
I
am
as
well
in
my
wits
as
any
man
in
Illyria
.
Welladay
that
you
were
,
sir
!
By
this
hand
,
I
am
.
Good
Fool
,
some
ink
,
paper
,
and
light
;
and
convey
what
I
will
set
down
to
my
lady
.
It
shall
advantage
thee
more
than
ever
the
bearing
of
letter
did
.
I
will
help
you
to
’t
.
But
tell
me
true
,
are
you
not
mad
indeed
,
or
do
you
but
counterfeit
?
Believe
me
,
I
am
not
.
I
tell
thee
true
.
Nay
,
I’ll
ne’er
believe
a
madman
till
I
see
his
brains
.
I
will
fetch
you
light
and
paper
and
ink
.
Fool
,
I’ll
requite
it
in
the
highest
degree
.
I
prithee
,
begone
.
sings
I
am
gone
,
sir
,
and
anon
,
sir
,
I’ll
be
with
you
again
,
In
a
trice
,
like
to
the
old
Vice
,
Your
need
to
sustain
.
Who
with
dagger
of
lath
,
in
his
rage
and
his
wrath
,
Cries
aha
!
to
the
devil
;
Like
a
mad
lad
,
Pare
thy
nails
,
dad
!
Adieu
,
goodman
devil
.
He
exits
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
Sebastian
.
This
is
the
air
;
that
is
the
glorious
sun
.
This
pearl
she
gave
me
,
I
do
feel
’t
and
see
’t
.
And
though
’tis
wonder
that
enwraps
me
thus
,
Yet
’tis
not
madness
.
Where’s
Antonio
,
then
?
I
could
not
find
him
at
the
Elephant
.
Yet
there
he
was
;
and
there
I
found
this
credit
,
That
he
did
range
the
town
to
seek
me
out
.
His
counsel
now
might
do
me
golden
service
.
For
though
my
soul
disputes
well
with
my
sense
That
this
may
be
some
error
,
but
no
madness
,
Yet
doth
this
accident
and
flood
of
fortune
So
far
exceed
all
instance
,
all
discourse
,
That
I
am
ready
to
distrust
mine
eyes
And
wrangle
with
my
reason
that
persuades
me
To
any
other
trust
but
that
I
am
mad
—
Or
else
the
lady’s
mad
.
Yet
if
’twere
so
,
She
could
not
sway
her
house
,
command
her
followers
,
Take
and
give
back
affairs
and
their
dispatch
With
such
a
smooth
,
discreet
,
and
stable
bearing
As
I
perceive
she
does
.
There’s
something
in
’t
That
is
deceivable
.
But
here
the
lady
comes
.
Enter
Olivia
,
and
a
Priest
.
,
to
Sebastian
Blame
not
this
haste
of
mine
.
If
you
mean
well
,
Now
go
with
me
and
with
this
holy
man
Into
the
chantry
by
.
There
,
before
him
And
underneath
that
consecrated
roof
,
Plight
me
the
full
assurance
of
your
faith
,
That
my
most
jealous
and
too
doubtful
soul
May
live
at
peace
.
He
shall
conceal
it
ACT 4. SC. 3
Whiles
you
are
willing
it
shall
come
to
note
,
What
time
we
will
our
celebration
keep
According
to
my
birth
.
What
do
you
say
?
I’ll
follow
this
good
man
and
go
with
you
,
And
,
having
sworn
truth
,
ever
will
be
true
.
Then
lead
the
way
,
good
father
,
and
heavens
so
shine
That
they
may
fairly
note
this
act
of
mine
.
They
exit
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Feste
,
the
Fool
and
Fabian
.
Now
,
as
thou
lov’st
me
,
let
me
see
his
letter
.
Good
Master
Fabian
,
grant
me
another
request
.
Anything
.
Do
not
desire
to
see
this
letter
.
This
is
to
give
a
dog
and
in
recompense
desire
my
dog
again
.
Enter
Orsino
,
Viola
,
Curio
,
and
Lords
.
Belong
you
to
the
Lady
Olivia
,
friends
?
Ay
,
sir
,
we
are
some
of
her
trappings
.
I
know
thee
well
.
How
dost
thou
,
my
good
fellow
?
Truly
,
sir
,
the
better
for
my
foes
and
the
worse
for
my
friends
.
Just
the
contrary
:
the
better
for
thy
friends
.
No
,
sir
,
the
worse
.
How
can
that
be
?
Marry
,
sir
,
they
praise
me
and
make
an
ass
of
me
.
Now
my
foes
tell
me
plainly
I
am
an
ass
;
so
that
by
my
foes
,
sir
,
I
profit
in
the
knowledge
of
myself
,
and
by
my
friends
I
am
abused
.
So
that
,
conclusions
to
be
as
kisses
,
if
your
four
negatives
make
your
two
ACT 5. SC. 1
affirmatives
,
why
then
the
worse
for
my
friends
and
the
better
for
my
foes
.
Why
,
this
is
excellent
.
By
my
troth
,
sir
,
no
—
though
it
please
you
to
be
one
of
my
friends
.
,
giving
a
coin
Thou
shalt
not
be
the
worse
for
me
;
there’s
gold
.
But
that
it
would
be
double-dealing
,
sir
,
I
would
you
could
make
it
another
.
O
,
you
give
me
ill
counsel
.
Put
your
grace
in
your
pocket
,
sir
,
for
this
once
,
and
let
your
flesh
and
blood
obey
it
.
Well
,
I
will
be
so
much
a
sinner
to
be
a
double-dealer
:
there’s
another
.
He
gives
a
coin
.
Primo
,
secundo
,
tertio
is
a
good
play
,
and
the
old
saying
is
,
the
third
pays
for
all
.
The
triplex
,
sir
,
is
a
good
tripping
measure
,
or
the
bells
of
Saint
Bennet
,
sir
,
may
put
you
in
mind
—
one
,
two
,
three
.
You
can
fool
no
more
money
out
of
me
at
this
throw
.
If
you
will
let
your
lady
know
I
am
here
to
speak
with
her
,
and
bring
her
along
with
you
,
it
may
awake
my
bounty
further
.
Marry
,
sir
,
lullaby
to
your
bounty
till
I
come
again
.
I
go
,
sir
,
but
I
would
not
have
you
to
think
that
my
desire
of
having
is
the
sin
of
covetousness
.
But
,
as
you
say
,
sir
,
let
your
bounty
take
a
nap
.
I
will
awake
it
anon
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Antonio
and
Officers
.
Here
comes
the
man
,
sir
,
that
did
rescue
me
.
That
face
of
his
I
do
remember
well
.
Yet
when
I
saw
it
last
,
it
was
besmeared
As
black
as
Vulcan
in
the
smoke
of
war
.
A
baubling
vessel
was
he
captain
of
,
ACT 5. SC. 1
For
shallow
draught
and
bulk
unprizable
,
With
which
such
scatheful
grapple
did
he
make
With
the
most
noble
bottom
of
our
fleet
That
very
envy
and
the
tongue
of
loss
Cried
fame
and
honor
on
him
.
—
What’s
the
matter
?
Orsino
,
this
is
that
Antonio
That
took
the
Phoenix
and
her
fraught
from
Candy
,
And
this
is
he
that
did
the
Tiger
board
When
your
young
nephew
Titus
lost
his
leg
.
Here
in
the
streets
,
desperate
of
shame
and
state
,
In
private
brabble
did
we
apprehend
him
.
He
did
me
kindness
,
sir
,
drew
on
my
side
,
But
in
conclusion
put
strange
speech
upon
me
.
I
know
not
what
’twas
but
distraction
.
Notable
pirate
,
thou
saltwater
thief
,
What
foolish
boldness
brought
thee
to
their
mercies
Whom
thou
,
in
terms
so
bloody
and
so
dear
,
Hast
made
thine
enemies
?
Orsino
,
noble
sir
,
Be
pleased
that
I
shake
off
these
names
you
give
me
.
Antonio
never
yet
was
thief
or
pirate
,
Though
,
I
confess
,
on
base
and
ground
enough
,
Orsino’s
enemy
.
A
witchcraft
drew
me
hither
.
That
most
ingrateful
boy
there
by
your
side
From
the
rude
sea’s
enraged
and
foamy
mouth
Did
I
redeem
;
a
wrack
past
hope
he
was
.
His
life
I
gave
him
and
did
thereto
add
My
love
,
without
retention
or
restraint
,
All
his
in
dedication
.
For
his
sake
Did
I
expose
myself
,
pure
for
his
love
,
Into
the
danger
of
this
adverse
town
;
Drew
to
defend
him
when
he
was
beset
;
ACT 5. SC. 1
Where
,
being
apprehended
,
his
false
cunning
(
Not
meaning
to
partake
with
me
in
danger
)
Taught
him
to
face
me
out
of
his
acquaintance
And
grew
a
twenty
years’
removèd
thing
While
one
would
wink
;
denied
me
mine
own
purse
,
Which
I
had
recommended
to
his
use
Not
half
an
hour
before
.
How
can
this
be
?
,
to
Antonio
When
came
he
to
this
town
?
Today
,
my
lord
;
and
for
three
months
before
,
No
int’rim
,
not
a
minute’s
vacancy
,
Both
day
and
night
did
we
keep
company
.
Enter
Olivia
and
Attendants
.
Here
comes
the
Countess
.
Now
heaven
walks
on
Earth
earth
!
—
But
for
thee
,
fellow
:
fellow
,
thy
words
are
madness
.
Three
months
this
youth
hath
tended
upon
me
—
But
more
of
that
anon
.
To
an
Officer
.
Take
him
aside
.
What
would
my
lord
,
but
that
he
may
not
have
,
Wherein
Olivia
may
seem
serviceable
?
—
Cesario
,
you
do
not
keep
promise
with
me
.
Madam
?
Gracious
Olivia
—
What
do
you
say
,
Cesario
?
—
Good
my
lord
—
My
lord
would
speak
;
my
duty
hushes
me
.
If
it
be
aught
to
the
old
tune
,
my
lord
,
It
is
as
fat
and
fulsome
to
mine
ear
As
howling
after
music
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Still
so
cruel
?
Still
so
constant
,
lord
.
What
,
to
perverseness
?
You
,
uncivil
lady
,
To
whose
ingrate
and
unauspicious
altars
My
soul
the
faithful’st
off’rings
have
breathed
out
That
e’er
devotion
tendered
—
what
shall
I
do
?
Even
what
it
please
my
lord
that
shall
become
him
.
Why
should
I
not
,
had
I
the
heart
to
do
it
,
Like
to
th’
Egyptian
thief
at
point
of
death
,
Kill
what
I
love
?
—
a
savage
jealousy
That
sometime
savors
nobly
.
But
hear
me
this
:
Since
you
to
nonregardance
cast
my
faith
,
And
that
I
partly
know
the
instrument
That
screws
me
from
my
true
place
in
your
favor
,
Live
you
the
marble-breasted
tyrant
still
.
But
this
your
minion
,
whom
I
know
you
love
,
And
whom
,
by
heaven
I
swear
,
I
tender
dearly
,
Him
will
I
tear
out
of
that
cruel
eye
Where
he
sits
crownèd
in
his
master’s
spite
.
—
Come
,
boy
,
with
me
.
My
thoughts
are
ripe
in
mischief
.
I’ll
sacrifice
the
lamb
that
I
do
love
To
spite
a
raven’s
heart
within
a
dove
.
And
I
,
most
jocund
,
apt
,
and
willingly
,
To
do
you
rest
a
thousand
deaths
would
die
.
Where
goes
Cesario
?
After
him
I
love
More
than
I
love
these
eyes
,
more
than
my
life
,
More
by
all
mores
than
e’er
I
shall
love
wife
.
If
I
do
feign
,
you
witnesses
above
,
Punish
my
life
for
tainting
of
my
love
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Ay
me
,
detested
!
How
am
I
beguiled
!
Who
does
beguile
you
?
Who
does
do
you
wrong
?
Hast
thou
forgot
thyself
?
Is
it
so
long
?
—
Call
forth
the
holy
father
.
An
Attendant
exits
.
,
to
Viola
Come
,
away
!
Whither
,
my
lord
?
—
Cesario
,
husband
,
stay
.
Husband
?
Ay
,
husband
.
Can
he
that
deny
?
Her
husband
,
sirrah
?
No
,
my
lord
,
not
I
.
Alas
,
it
is
the
baseness
of
thy
fear
That
makes
thee
strangle
thy
propriety
.
Fear
not
,
Cesario
.
Take
thy
fortunes
up
.
Be
that
thou
know’st
thou
art
,
and
then
thou
art
As
great
as
that
thou
fear’st
.
Enter
Priest
.
O
,
welcome
,
father
.
Father
,
I
charge
thee
by
thy
reverence
Here
to
unfold
(
though
lately
we
intended
To
keep
in
darkness
what
occasion
now
Reveals
before
’tis
ripe
)
what
thou
dost
know
Hath
newly
passed
between
this
youth
and
me
.
A
contract
of
eternal
bond
of
love
,
Confirmed
by
mutual
joinder
of
your
hands
,
Attested
by
the
holy
close
of
lips
,
Strengthened
by
interchangement
of
your
rings
,
And
all
the
ceremony
of
this
compact
ACT 5. SC. 1
Sealed
in
my
function
,
by
my
testimony
;
Since
when
,
my
watch
hath
told
me
,
toward
my
grave
I
have
traveled
but
two
hours
.
,
to
Viola
O
thou
dissembling
cub
!
What
wilt
thou
be
When
time
hath
sowed
a
grizzle
on
thy
case
?
Or
will
not
else
thy
craft
so
quickly
grow
That
thine
own
trip
shall
be
thine
overthrow
?
Farewell
,
and
take
her
,
but
direct
thy
feet
Where
thou
and
I
henceforth
may
never
meet
.
My
lord
,
I
do
protest
—
O
,
do
not
swear
.
Hold
little
faith
,
though
thou
hast
too
much
fear
.
Enter
Sir
Andrew
.
For
the
love
of
God
,
a
surgeon
!
Send
one
presently
to
Sir
Toby
.
What’s
the
matter
?
Has
broke
my
head
across
,
and
has
given
Sir
Toby
a
bloody
coxcomb
too
.
For
the
love
of
God
,
your
help
!
I
had
rather
than
forty
pound
I
were
at
home
.
Who
has
done
this
,
Sir
Andrew
?
The
Count’s
gentleman
,
one
Cesario
.
We
took
him
for
a
coward
,
but
he’s
the
very
devil
incardinate
.
My
gentleman
Cesario
?
’Od’s
lifelings
,
here
he
is
!
—
You
broke
my
head
for
nothing
,
and
that
that
I
did
,
I
was
set
on
to
do
’t
by
Sir
Toby
.
Why
do
you
speak
to
me
?
I
never
hurt
you
.
You
drew
your
sword
upon
me
without
cause
,
But
I
bespake
you
fair
and
hurt
you
not
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
If
a
bloody
coxcomb
be
a
hurt
,
you
have
hurt
me
.
I
think
you
set
nothing
by
a
bloody
coxcomb
.
Enter
Toby
and
Feste
,
the
Fool
.
Here
comes
Sir
Toby
halting
.
You
shall
hear
more
.
But
if
he
had
not
been
in
drink
,
he
would
have
tickled
you
othergates
than
he
did
.
How
now
,
gentleman
?
How
is
’t
with
you
?
That’s
all
one
.
Has
hurt
me
,
and
there’s
th’
end
on
’t
.
To
Fool
.
Sot
,
didst
see
Dick
Surgeon
,
sot
?
O
,
he’s
drunk
,
Sir
Toby
,
an
hour
agone
;
his
eyes
were
set
at
eight
i’
th’
morning
.
Then
he’s
a
rogue
and
a
passy-measures
pavin
.
I
hate
a
drunken
rogue
.
Away
with
him
!
Who
hath
made
this
havoc
with
them
?
I’ll
help
you
,
Sir
Toby
,
because
we’ll
be
dressed
together
.
Will
you
help
?
—
an
ass-head
,
and
a
coxcomb
,
and
a
knave
,
a
thin-faced
knave
,
a
gull
?
Get
him
to
bed
,
and
let
his
hurt
be
looked
to
.
Toby
,
Andrew
,
Fool
,
and
Fabian
exit
.
Enter
Sebastian
.
I
am
sorry
,
madam
,
I
have
hurt
your
kinsman
,
But
,
had
it
been
the
brother
of
my
blood
,
I
must
have
done
no
less
with
wit
and
safety
.
You
throw
a
strange
regard
upon
me
,
and
by
that
I
do
perceive
it
hath
offended
you
.
Pardon
me
,
sweet
one
,
even
for
the
vows
We
made
each
other
but
so
late
ago
.
One
face
,
one
voice
,
one
habit
,
and
two
persons
!
A
natural
perspective
,
that
is
and
is
not
!
ACT 5. SC. 1
Antonio
,
O
,
my
dear
Antonio
!
How
have
the
hours
racked
and
tortured
me
Since
I
have
lost
thee
!
Sebastian
are
you
?
Fear’st
thou
that
,
Antonio
?
How
have
you
made
division
of
yourself
?
An
apple
cleft
in
two
is
not
more
twin
Than
these
two
creatures
.
Which
is
Sebastian
?
Most
wonderful
!
,
looking
at
Viola
Do
I
stand
there
?
I
never
had
a
brother
,
Nor
can
there
be
that
deity
in
my
nature
Of
here
and
everywhere
.
I
had
a
sister
,
Whom
the
blind
waves
and
surges
have
devoured
.
Of
charity
,
what
kin
are
you
to
me
?
What
countryman
?
What
name
?
What
parentage
?
Of
Messaline
.
Sebastian
was
my
father
.
Such
a
Sebastian
was
my
brother
too
.
So
went
he
suited
to
his
watery
tomb
.
If
spirits
can
assume
both
form
and
suit
,
You
come
to
fright
us
.
A
spirit
I
am
indeed
,
But
am
in
that
dimension
grossly
clad
Which
from
the
womb
I
did
participate
.
Were
you
a
woman
,
as
the
rest
goes
even
,
I
should
my
tears
let
fall
upon
your
cheek
And
say
Thrice
welcome
,
drownèd
Viola
.
My
father
had
a
mole
upon
his
brow
.
And
so
had
mine
.
And
died
that
day
when
Viola
from
her
birth
Had
numbered
thirteen
years
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
O
,
that
record
is
lively
in
my
soul
!
He
finishèd
indeed
his
mortal
act
That
day
that
made
my
sister
thirteen
years
.
If
nothing
lets
to
make
us
happy
both
But
this
my
masculine
usurped
attire
,
Do
not
embrace
me
till
each
circumstance
Of
place
,
time
,
fortune
,
do
cohere
and
jump
That
I
am
Viola
;
which
to
confirm
,
I’ll
bring
you
to
a
captain
in
this
town
,
Where
lie
my
maiden
weeds
;
by
whose
gentle
help
I
was
preserved
to
serve
this
noble
count
.
All
the
occurrence
of
my
fortune
since
Hath
been
between
this
lady
and
this
lord
.
,
to
Olivia
So
comes
it
,
lady
,
you
have
been
mistook
.
But
nature
to
her
bias
drew
in
that
.
You
would
have
been
contracted
to
a
maid
.
Nor
are
you
therein
,
by
my
life
,
deceived
:
You
are
betrothed
both
to
a
maid
and
man
.
,
to
Olivia
Be
not
amazed
;
right
noble
is
his
blood
.
If
this
be
so
,
as
yet
the
glass
seems
true
,
I
shall
have
share
in
this
most
happy
wrack
.
—
Boy
,
thou
hast
said
to
me
a
thousand
times
Thou
never
shouldst
love
woman
like
to
me
.
And
all
those
sayings
will
I
overswear
,
And
all
those
swearings
keep
as
true
in
soul
As
doth
that
orbèd
continent
the
fire
That
severs
day
from
night
.
Give
me
thy
hand
,
And
let
me
see
thee
in
thy
woman’s
weeds
.
The
Captain
that
did
bring
me
first
on
shore
ACT 5. SC. 1
Hath
my
maid’s
garments
.
He
,
upon
some
action
,
Is
now
in
durance
at
Malvolio’s
suit
,
A
gentleman
and
follower
of
my
lady’s
.
He
shall
enlarge
him
.
Enter
Feste
,
the
Fool
with
a
letter
,
and
Fabian
.
Fetch
Malvolio
hither
.
And
yet
,
alas
,
now
I
remember
me
,
They
say
,
poor
gentleman
,
he’s
much
distract
.
A
most
extracting
frenzy
of
mine
own
From
my
remembrance
clearly
banished
his
.
To
the
Fool
.
How
does
he
,
sirrah
?
Truly
,
madam
,
he
holds
Beelzebub
at
the
stave’s
end
as
well
as
a
man
in
his
case
may
do
.
Has
here
writ
a
letter
to
you
.
I
should
have
given
’t
you
today
morning
.
But
as
a
madman’s
epistles
are
no
gospels
,
so
it
skills
not
much
when
they
are
delivered
.
Open
’t
and
read
it
.
Look
then
to
be
well
edified
,
when
the
Fool
delivers
the
madman
.
He
reads
.
By
the
Lord
,
madam
—
How
now
,
art
thou
mad
?
No
,
madam
,
I
do
but
read
madness
.
An
your
Ladyship
will
have
it
as
it
ought
to
be
,
you
must
allow
vox
.
Prithee
,
read
i’
thy
right
wits
.
So
I
do
,
madonna
.
But
to
read
his
right
wits
is
to
read
thus
.
Therefore
,
perpend
,
my
princess
,
and
give
ear
.
,
giving
letter
to
Fabian
Read
it
you
,
sirrah
.
(
reads
)
By
the
Lord
,
madam
,
you
wrong
me
,
and
the
world
shall
know
it
.
Though
you
have
put
me
into
darkness
and
given
your
drunken
cousin
rule
over
me
,
yet
have
I
the
benefit
of
my
senses
as
well
as
your
Ladyship
.
I
have
your
own
letter
that
induced
me
to
ACT 5. SC. 1
the
semblance
I
put
on
,
with
the
which
I
doubt
not
but
to
do
myself
much
right
or
you
much
shame
.
Think
of
me
as
you
please
.
I
leave
my
duty
a
little
unthought
of
and
speak
out
of
my
injury
.
The
madly
used
Malvolio
.
Did
he
write
this
?
Ay
,
madam
.
This
savors
not
much
of
distraction
.
See
him
delivered
,
Fabian
.
Bring
him
hither
.
Fabian
exits
.
To
Orsino
.
My
lord
,
so
please
you
,
these
things
further
thought
on
,
To
think
me
as
well
a
sister
as
a
wife
,
One
day
shall
crown
th’
alliance
on
’t
,
so
please
you
,
Here
at
my
house
,
and
at
my
proper
cost
.
Madam
,
I
am
most
apt
t’
embrace
your
offer
.
To
Viola
.
Your
master
quits
you
;
and
for
your
service
done
him
,
So
much
against
the
mettle
of
your
sex
,
So
far
beneath
your
soft
and
tender
breeding
,
And
since
you
called
me
master
for
so
long
,
Here
is
my
hand
.
You
shall
from
this
time
be
Your
master’s
mistress
.
,
to
Viola
A
sister
!
You
are
she
.
Enter
Malvolio
and
Fabian
.
Is
this
the
madman
?
Ay
,
my
lord
,
this
same
.
—
How
now
,
Malvolio
?
Madam
,
you
have
done
me
wrong
,
Notorious
wrong
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Have
I
,
Malvolio
?
No
.
,
handing
her
a
paper
Lady
,
you
have
.
Pray
you
peruse
that
letter
.
You
must
not
now
deny
it
is
your
hand
.
Write
from
it
if
you
can
,
in
hand
or
phrase
,
Or
say
’tis
not
your
seal
,
not
your
invention
.
You
can
say
none
of
this
.
Well
,
grant
it
then
,
And
tell
me
,
in
the
modesty
of
honor
,
Why
you
have
given
me
such
clear
lights
of
favor
?
Bade
me
come
smiling
and
cross-gartered
to
you
,
To
put
on
yellow
stockings
,
and
to
frown
Upon
Sir
Toby
and
the
lighter
people
?
And
,
acting
this
in
an
obedient
hope
,
Why
have
you
suffered
me
to
be
imprisoned
,
Kept
in
a
dark
house
,
visited
by
the
priest
,
And
made
the
most
notorious
geck
and
gull
That
e’er
invention
played
on
?
Tell
me
why
.
Alas
,
Malvolio
,
this
is
not
my
writing
,
Though
I
confess
much
like
the
character
.
But
out
of
question
,
’tis
Maria’s
hand
.
And
now
I
do
bethink
me
,
it
was
she
First
told
me
thou
wast
mad
;
then
cam’st
in
smiling
,
And
in
such
forms
which
here
were
presupposed
Upon
thee
in
the
letter
.
Prithee
,
be
content
.
This
practice
hath
most
shrewdly
passed
upon
thee
.
But
when
we
know
the
grounds
and
authors
of
it
,
Thou
shalt
be
both
the
plaintiff
and
the
judge
Of
thine
own
cause
.
Good
madam
,
hear
me
speak
,
And
let
no
quarrel
nor
no
brawl
to
come
Taint
the
condition
of
this
present
hour
,
Which
I
have
wondered
at
.
In
hope
it
shall
not
,
Most
freely
I
confess
,
myself
and
Toby
Set
this
device
against
Malvolio
here
,
Upon
some
stubborn
and
uncourteous
parts
We
had
conceived
against
him
.
Maria
writ
ACT 5. SC. 1
The
letter
at
Sir
Toby’s
great
importance
,
In
recompense
whereof
he
hath
married
her
.
How
with
a
sportful
malice
it
was
followed
May
rather
pluck
on
laughter
than
revenge
,
If
that
the
injuries
be
justly
weighed
That
have
on
both
sides
passed
.
,
to
Malvolio
Alas
,
poor
fool
,
how
have
they
baffled
thee
!
Why
,
some
are
born
great
,
some
achieve
greatness
,
and
some
have
greatness
thrown
upon
them
.
I
was
one
,
sir
,
in
this
interlude
,
one
Sir
Topas
,
sir
,
but
that’s
all
one
.
By
the
Lord
,
Fool
,
I
am
not
mad
—
but
,
do
you
remember
Madam
,
why
laugh
you
at
such
a
barren
rascal
;
an
you
smile
not
,
he’s
gagged
?
And
thus
the
whirligig
of
time
brings
in
his
revenges
.
I’ll
be
revenged
on
the
whole
pack
of
you
!
He
exits
.
He
hath
been
most
notoriously
abused
.
Pursue
him
and
entreat
him
to
a
peace
.
Some
exit
.
He
hath
not
told
us
of
the
Captain
yet
.
When
that
is
known
,
and
golden
time
convents
,
A
solemn
combination
shall
be
made
Of
our
dear
souls
.
—
Meantime
,
sweet
sister
,
We
will
not
part
from
hence
.
—
Cesario
,
come
,
For
so
you
shall
be
while
you
are
a
man
.
But
when
in
other
habits
you
are
seen
,
Orsino’s
mistress
,
and
his
fancy’s
queen
.
All
but
the
Fool
exit
.
sings
When
that
I
was
and
a
little
tiny
boy
,
With
hey
,
ho
,
the
wind
and
the
rain
,
A
foolish
thing
was
but
a
toy
,
For
the
rain
it
raineth
every
day
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
But
when
I
came
to
man’s
estate
,
With
hey
,
ho
,
the
wind
and
the
rain
,
’Gainst
knaves
and
thieves
men
shut
their
gate
,
For
the
rain
it
raineth
every
day
.
But
when
I
came
,
alas
,
to
wive
,
With
hey
,
ho
,
the
wind
and
the
rain
,
By
swaggering
could
I
never
thrive
,
For
the
rain
it
raineth
every
day
.
But
when
I
came
unto
my
beds
,
With
hey
,
ho
,
the
wind
and
the
rain
,
With
tosspots
still
had
drunken
heads
,
For
the
rain
it
raineth
every
day
.
A
great
while
ago
the
world
begun
,
With
hey
,
ho
,
the
wind
and
the
rain
,
But
that’s
all
one
,
our
play
is
done
,
And
we’ll
strive
to
please
you
every
day
.
He
exits
.
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