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Twelfth Night

Act III, Scene 1

OLIVIA's garden.
 
[Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabor]
 
VIOLA
Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by thy tabor?
 
CLOWN
No, sir, I live by the church.
 
VIOLA
Art thou a churchman?
 
CLOWN
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.
 
VIOLA
So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.
 
CLOWN
You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
 
VIOLA
Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words may quickly make them wanton.
 
CLOWN
I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.
 
VIOLA
Why, man?
 
CLOWN
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.
 
VIOLA
Thy reason, man?
 
CLOWN
Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.
 
VIOLA
I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.
 
CLOWN
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.
 
VIOLA
Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
 
CLOWN
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 pilchards are to herrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words.
 
VIOLA
I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.
 
CLOWN
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines every where. 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.
 
VIOLA
Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.
 
CLOWN
Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!
 
VIOLA
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?
 
CLOWN
Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
 
VIOLA
Yes, being kept together and put to use.
 
CLOWN
I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.
 
VIOLA
I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
 
CLOWN
The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will construe 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 over-worn.
 
[Exit]
 
VIOLA
            ,     2     ,        ,         ,          ,
1     This fel|low is wise | enough | to play | the fool;
         2    ,          ,       ,         ,       ___
      And to do | that well | craves a | kind of | wit:
           ,        ,             ,         ,         ,
      He must | observe | their mood | on whom | he jests,
           ,     ,       ,         ,          ,
      The qua|lity | of per|sons, and | the time,
            ,         ,          ,         ,  2   ,       2->
      And like | the hag|gard, check | at ev|ery fea||ther
             ,         ,         ,      ,    2      ,
      That comes | before | his eye.| This is a | practise
           ,        ,        2      ,    ,     ___
      As full | of la|bour as a / wise man's | art
           ,       ,         ,       ,         ,
      For fol|ly that | he wise|ly shows | is fit;
            ,         ,        x             ,           ,
      But wise | men fol|ly-fallen,| quite^taint | their wit.
 
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW]
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Save you, gentleman.
 
VIOLA
And you, sir.
 
SIR ANDREW
Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
 
VIOLA
Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.
 
SIR ANDREW
I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
 
VIOLA
I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the list of my voyage.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.
 
VIOLA
My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
I mean, to go, sir, to enter.
 
VIOLA
I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we are prevented.
 
[Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odors on you!
 
SIR ANDREW
That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odors;' well.
 
VIOLA
My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
 
SIR ANDREW
'Odors,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em all three all ready.
 
OLIVIA
Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
 
[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA]
 
Give me your hand, sir.
 
VIOLA
My duty, madam, and most humble service.
 
OLIVIA
What is your name?
 
VIOLA
         ,   ,     2      ,           ,           ,       2->
10    Cesa|rio | is your ser|vant's name,| fair prin||cess.
 
OLIVIA
          ,        ,           ,      ,       ,
      My ser|vant sir?| 'Twas ne|ver mer|ry world
             ,       ,                ,    ,       ,
      Since^low|ly feign|ing was / called com|pliment:
              ,        ,         ,        ,       ,
      You're ser|vant to | the Count | Orsi|no, youth.
 
VIOLA
           ,        ,          ,           ,          ,
      And he | is yours,| and his | must needs | be yours:
            ,          ,      2     ,     ,         ,
      Your ser|vant's ser|vant is your | servant,| madam.
 
OLIVIA
           ,        ,          ,         ,            ,
      For him,| I think | not on | him: for | his thoughts,
        ,                  ,      ,               ,           ,
      Would they | were blanks,| rather | than filled | with me.
 
VIOLA
       ,          ,         ,          ,          ,
      Madam,| I come | to whet | your gen|tle thoughts
          ,        ,
      On his | behalf.
 
OLIVIA
                       ,   2         ,         ,
20                     O by your | leave I | pray you,
          ,         ,       ,        ,        ,
      I bade | you ne|ver speak | again | of him:
            ,          ,      ,      ,        ,
      But would | you un|dertake | ano|ther suit,
       2     ,        ,         ,      ,       ,
      I had ra|ther hear | you to | soli|cit that
            ,       ,           ,
      Than mu|sic from | the spheres.
 
VIOLA
                                        T   T T
                                      Dear lady.
 
OLIVIA
        ,          ,        ,         T  T    T
      Give me | leave, be|seech you.| I did send,
       ,            ,         ,              ,    ,
      After | the last | enchant|ment you / did here,
          ,         ,         ,        ,     2   ,
      A ring | in chase | of you:| so did | I abuse
          ,        ,         ,        ,        ,
      Myself,| my ser|vant, and | I fear | me you:
       ,             ,         ,          ,       ,
30    Under | your hard | construc|tion must | I sit,
           ,           ,    ,    2      ,         ,
      To force | that on | you in a | shameful | cunning
             ,      T    T   .   T            ,           ,
      Which^you | knew none of yours:| what might | you think?
            ,         ,          ,       ,         ,
      Have you | not set | mine^hon|our at | the stake
            ,      ,         ,       2   ,           ,
      And bait|ed it | with all | the unmuz|zled thoughts
            ,    2      ,           ,       3   3     ,       ,       2->
      That tyr|annous heart | can think?| To one of your | recei||ving
         ,          ,        ,         ,       ,     ->
      Enough | is shown:| a cy|press, not | a bos||om,
       ,     2     ,         ,         ,          ,
      Hid|eth my heart.| So let | me hear | you speak.
 
VIOLA
         ,     ,
      I pi|ty you.
 
OLIVIA
                    ,            ,         ,
                  That's a | degree | to love.
 
VIOLA
          ,        ,           ,       ,        ,
40    No not | a grize;| for 'tis | a vul|gar proof,
            ,     ,        ,     ,    ,
      That ve|ry oft | we pi|ty en|emies.
 
OLIVIA
            ,         ,            ,         ,        ,
      Why then | methinks | 'tis time | to smile | again.
          ,          ,          ,     ,            ,
      O world,| how apt | the poor | are to | be proud?
          ,            ,       ,          ,           x
      If one | should be | a prey,| how much | the better
           ,        ,         ,      ,          ,
      To fall | before | the li|on than | the wolf?
 
[Clock strikes]
            ,          ,          ,          ,          ,
      The clock | upbraids | me with | the waste | of time.
          ,        ,           ,      2      ,      ,
      Be not | afraid,| good youth,| I will not | have you:
           ,          ,          ,          ,        ,       2->
      And yet | when wit | and youth | is come | to har||vest,
             ,         ,         ,        ,      ,
      Your wife | is like | to reap | a prop|er man:
        ,                ,          ,
50    There lies | your way,| due^west.
 
VIOLA
                                              ,        ,
                                       Then west|ward-ho:
        T    .    T   T     ,     2    ,          ,      ,  ->
      Grace and good dis|posi|tion attend | your la||dyship:
              ,         ,     3  3     ,        ,
      You'll no|thing, mad|am, to my lord | by me?
 
OLIVIA
        ,        ,          ,           2        ,          ,
      Stay: I | prithee | tell me | what thou thinkst | of me.
 
VIOLA
            ,         ,                ,    ,         ,
      That you | do think | you are / not what | you are.
 
OLIVIA
         ,          ,       ,           ,        ,
      If I | think so,| I think | the same | of you.
 
VIOLA
             ,           ,        ,         ,       ,
      Then think | you right:| I am | not what | I am.
 
OLIVIA
          ,           ,       ,           ,         ,
      I would | you were | as I | would have | you be.
 
VIOLA
             ,       ,       ,        ,       ,
      Would it | be bet|ter ma|dam, than | I am?
          ,         ,          ,       ,          ,
60    I wish | it might,| for now | I am | your fool.
 
OLIVIA
          ,        ,         ,             ,     ,
      O what | a deal | of scorn | looks^beau|tiful
       ,            ,          ,      ,        ,
      In the | contempt | and an|ger of | his lip,
         ,    2      ,            ,        ,           ,
      A mur|derous guilt | shows^not | itself | more soon
             ,                   ,   ,             ,          ,
      Than love | that would / seem hid:| love's^night | is noon.
         ,  2    ,        ,      ,          ,
      Cesa|rio, by | the ro|ses of | the spring,
           ,         ,         ,          ,  2    ,
      By maid|hood, hon|our, truth | and ev|ery thing,
          ,          ,         ,       ,          ,
      I love | thee so,| that mau|gre all | thy pride,
           ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      Nor wit | nor rea|son can | my pas|sion hide.
          ,        ,         ,         ,            ,
      Do not | extort | thy rea|sons from | this clause,
            ,       ,           ,          ,         ,
70    For that | I woo,| thou there|fore hast | no cause,
           ,       ,        ,          ,         x
      But ra|ther rea|son thus | with rea|son fetter,
              ,          ,         ,      ,           x
      Love sought | is good,| but gi|ven un|sought better.
 
VIOLA
          ,     ,         ,          ,        ,
      By in|nocence | I swear,| and by | my youth,
          ,          ,          ,       ,          ,
      I have | one heart,| one bos|om, and | one truth,
            ,        ,      ,         ,       ,
      And that | no wom|an has;| nor ne|ver none
             ,         ,       ,        ,      ,
      Shall mis|tress be | of it,| save I | alone.
           ,      ,          ,       ,       ,
      And so | adieu,| good mad|am: ne|ver more
           ,       ,          ,         ,        ,
      Will I | my mas|ter's tears | to you | deplore.
 
OLIVIA
            ,       ,          ,         ,            ,
      Yet come | again;| for thou | perhaps | mayst move
             ,            ,        ,         ,          ,
80    That heart | which now | abhors,| to like | his love.
 
[Exeunt]

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