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Twelfth Night

Act III, Scene 4

 

OLIVIA's garden.
 
[Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]
 
OLIVIA
                 ,   ,      ,         ,            ,
      I have / sent af|ter him:| he says | he'll come;
       ,              ,            ,        ,        ,
      How shall | I feast | him? What | bestow | of him?
            ,           ,           ,            ,         ,         o ->
      For youth | is bought | more oft | than begged | or bor||rowed.
      T   T    T     __    oo
      I speak too | loud.|
        ,     2     ,   ,    2      ,         ,
      Where is Mal|voli|o? he is | sad and | civil,
            ,       ,     2     ,              ,    ,
      And suits | well for a | servant | with my | fortunes:
        ,            ,   ,
7     Where is | Malvo|lio?  \\
 
MARIA
He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is, sure, possessed, madam.
 
OLIVIA
Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
 
MARIA
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.
 
OLIVIA
Go call him hither.
 
Exit MARIA
I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be.  How now, Malvolio!
 
MALVOLIO
Sweet lady, ho, ho.
 
OLIVIA
Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
 
MALVOLIO
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.'
 
OLIVIA
Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?
 
MALVOLIO
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.
 
OLIVIA
Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
 
MALVOLIO
To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
 
OLIVIA
God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss thy hand so oft?
 
MARIA
How do you, Malvolio?
 
MALVOLIO
At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
 
MARIA
Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
 
MALVOLIO
'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.
 
OLIVIA
What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
 
MALVOLIO
'Some are born great,'--
 
OLIVIA
Ha!
 
MALVOLIO
'Some achieve greatness,'--
 
OLIVIA
What sayest thou?
 
MALVOLIO
'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
 
OLIVIA
Heaven restore thee!
 
MALVOLIO
'Remember who commended thy yellow stocking s,'--
 
OLIVIA
Thy yellow stockings!
 
MALVOLIO
'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
 
OLIVIA
Cross-gartered!
 
MALVOLIO
'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'--
 
OLIVIA
Am I made?
 
MALVOLIO
'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
 
OLIVIA
Why, this is very midsummer madness.
 
[Enter Servant]
 
Servant
Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.
 
OLIVIA
I'll come to him.  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.
 
[Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA]
 
MALVOLIO
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 degree, but fellow. Why, every thing 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.
 
[Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
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.
 
FABIAN
Here he is, here he is. How is it with you, sir? How is it with you, man?
 
MALVOLIO
Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go off.
 
MARIA
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.
 
MALVOLIO
Ah, ha! does she so?
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is it with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
 
MALVOLIO
Do you know what you say?
 
MARIA
La you, and you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
 
FABIAN
Carry his water to the wise woman.
 
MARIA
Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.
 
MALVOLIO
How now, mistress?
 
MARIA
O Lord.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.
 
FABIAN
No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck?
 
MALVOLIO
Sir!
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him, foul collier!
 
MARIA
Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
 
MALVOLIO
My prayers, minx!
 
MARIA
No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
 
MALVOLIO
Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element: you shall know more hereafter.
 
[Exit]
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Is it possible?
 
FABIAN
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
 
MARIA
Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
 
FABIAN
Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
 
MARIA
The house will be the quieter.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
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]
 
FABIAN
More matter for a May morning.
 
SIR ANDREW
Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's vinegar and pepper in it.
 
FABIAN
Is it so saucy?
 
SIR ANDREW
Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Give me.  [Reads] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.
 
FABIAN
Good, and valiant.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for it.
 
FABIAN
A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] 'Thou comest 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.'
 
FABIAN
Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--less.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] 'I will waylay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,'--
 
FABIAN
Good.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] 'Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.'
 
FABIAN
Still you keep on the windy side of the law: good.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
[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.
 
MARIA
You may have very fit occasion for it: he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest 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!
 
SIR ANDREW
Nay, let me alone for swearing.
 
[Exit]
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
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 clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valour; 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.
 
[Re-enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA]
 
FABIAN
Here he comes with your niece: give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.
 
[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, FABIAN, and MARIA]
 
OLIVIA
       2       ,     T    T   T   2    ,          ,
8     I have said | too much un|to a heart | of stone
            ,          ,       ,       ,      ,
      And laid | mine^hon|our too | uncha|ry out:
                ,         ,        ,         ,          ,
10    There's some|thing in | me that | reproves | my fault;
            ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      But such | a head|strong pot|ent fault | it is,
        ,    2        ,        ,
      That it but | mocks re|proof.
 
VIOLA
                                        2        ,      ,
                                    With the | same be|havior
          2      ,         ,           ,       ,          ,
      That your pas|sion bears,| goes on | my mas|ter's grief.
 
OLIVIA
        ,                 ,          ,     ,        ,
      Here, wear | this jewel | for me,| 'tis my | picture;
            x      ,          ,          ,          ,
      Refuse it | not, it | hath no | tongue, to | vex you;
       ,   2     ,           ,      ,      ,
      And I be|seech you | come a|gain to|morrow.
        ,               ,        ,          ,       ,
      What shall | you ask | of me | that I'll | deny,
            ,       ,      ,         ,        ,
      That hon|or saved | may u|pon as|king give?
 
VIOLA
       ,     2        ,            ,    ,              ,
20    Nothing but | this; your | true love / for my | master.
 
OLIVIA
       ,               ,      ,        ,          ,
      How with | mine^hon|or may | I give | him that
            ,         ,    2    ,
      Which I | have gi|ven to you?
 
VIOLA
                                    ,     2     ,
                                    I will ac|quit you.
 
OLIVIA
        ,             ,       ,         ,           ,
      Well, come | again | tomor|row: fare | thee well:
          ,            ,            ,         ,         ,
25    A fiend | like thee | might bear | my soul | to hell.
 
[Exit]
 
[Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Gentleman, God save thee.
 
VIOLA
And you, sir.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
That defence thou hast, betake thee to it: 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, skilful and deadly.
 
VIOLA
You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
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.
 
VIOLA
I pray you, sir, what is he?
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
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 sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.
 
VIOLA
I will return again into the house and desire 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 valour: belike this is a man of that quirk.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
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.
 
VIOLA
This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is: it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
 
[Exit]
 
VIOLA
Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
 
FABIAN
I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.
 
VIOLA
I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
 
FABIAN
Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, 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.
 
VIOLA
I shall be much bound to you for it: I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle.
 
[Exeunt]
 
[Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH, with SIR ANDREW]
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
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 hit the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
 
SIR ANDREW
Pox on it, I'll not meddle with him.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
 
SIR ANDREW
Plague on it, an I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on it: this shall end without the perdition of souls.
 
Aside
Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
 
[Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA]
 
To FABIAN
I have his horse to take up the quarrel: I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.
 
FABIAN
He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
[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.
 
VIOLA
[Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
 
FABIAN
Give ground, if you see him furious.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour'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 it.
 
SIR ANDREW
Pray God, he keep his oath!
 
VIOLA
I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
 
They draw
 
[Enter ANTONIO]
 
ANTONIO
           ,          ,          ,      ,    ,
26    Put^up | your sword.| If this | young gen/tleman
             ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      Have done | offence,| I take | the fault | on me:
       ,    2     ,        ,        ,      ,
      If you of|fend him,| I for | him de|fy you.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
       T   T    T      T   T   T    oo
      You sir? Why,| what are you?|
 
ANTONIO
       ,              ,          ,           ,         ,
30    One sir,| that for | his love | dares^yet | do more
            ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      Than you | have heard | him brag | to you | he will.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
 
[They draw]
 
Enter Officers
 
FABIAN
O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
I'll be with you anon.
 
VIOLA
Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
 
SIR ANDREW
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.
 
FIRST OFFICER
This is the man; do thy office.
 
Second Officer
Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
 
ANTONIO
You do mistake me, sir.
 
FIRST OFFICER
          ,        ,        ,          ,       ,
32    No sir,| no jot;| I know | your fa|vor well,
              ,          ,        ,        ,          ,
      Though now | you have | no sea-|cap^on | your head.
        ,           ,        ,         ,          ,
      Take him | away:| he knows | I know | him well.
 
ANTONIO
          ,       ,
      I must | obey.
 
[To VIOLA]
                            ,            ,       ,
                     This comes | with seek|ing you:
             ,          ,    ,    2       ,       ,
      But there's | no rem|edy;| I shall an|swer it.
        ,              ,        ,      ,     ,
      What will | you do,| now my | neces|sity
        ,     2      ,         ,         ,            ,
      Makes me to | ask you | for my | purse? It | grieves me
        ,    ,                  ,       ,        ,
40    Much more / for what | I can|not do | for you
             ,        ,         ,          ,        ,
      Than what | befalls | myself.| You stand | amazed;
           ,       ,
      But be | of com|fort.
 
SECOND OFFICER
                             ,     ,    ___
                           Come | sir a|way.
 
ANTONIO
      ,            ,         ,      ,    2        ,
      I must | entreat | of you | some of that | money.
 
VIOLA
        ,   ,
      What mon/ey sir?  (pickup)
                  ,    ,        ,            ,          ,
      For the / fair kind|ness you | have showed | me here,
            ,      2     ,        ,         ,         ,      ->
      And part | being promp|ted by | your pre|sent trou||ble,
       ,      2     ,         ,      ,    ,
      Out | of my lean | and low | abil|ity
             ,          ,       2    ,            ,    ,
      I'll lend | you some|thing my ha|ving is / not much;
             ,       ,       ,       ,      2      ,
50    I'll make | divi|sion of | my pre|sent with you:
        ,               ,        ,
      Hold, there's | half my | coffer.
 
ANTONIO
                                           3   3   ,       ,
                                       Will you deny | me now?
       ,       ,   2           ,       ,         ,
      Is it | possible | that my | deserts | to you
            ,        ,         ,         ,         ,    2  ->
      Can lack | persua|sion? Do | not tempt | my mis||ery,
        ,        2     ,        ,       ,        ,
      Lest | that it make | me so | unsound | a man
       ,          ,           ,            ,      ,
      As to | upbraid | you with | those kind|nesses
           ,          ,         ,
      That I | have done | for you.
 
VIOLA
                                       ,         ,
                                   I know | of none;
            ,       ,         ,       3 3   ,        o
      Nor know | I you | by voice | or any fea|ture:
          ,       ,      ,      ,          ,
60    I hate | ingra|titude | more in | a man
            ,        ,         ,           ,       ,
      Than ly|ing, vain|ness, bab|bling, drunk|enness,
         ,      ,          ,             ,         ,       2->
      Or a|ny taint | of vice | whose^strong | corrup||tion
         ,              ,     ,
      Inhab|its our / frail blood.
 
ANTONIO
                                       x             ,
                                  O heavens | themselves.
 
SECOND OFFICER
        ,            ,         ,
      Come sir,| I pray | you go. (picked up)
 
ANTONIO
         2     ,          x            ,                 ,    ,
      Let me speak | a little.| This youth | that you / see here
            ,       T    T   T      2      ,         ,
      I snatched | one half out | of the jaws | of death,
           ,           ,           ,     ,        ,
      Relieved | him with | such sanc|tity | of love,
       ,    2       ,        ,          ,          ,
      And to his | image,| which me|thought did | promise
            ,    ,       ,         ,      ,      2->
70    Most ven|era|ble worth,| did I | devo||tion.
 
FIRST OFFICER
               ,        ,         ,          ,      ,
      What's that | to us?| The time | goes by:| away.
 
ANTONIO
          ,         ,       ,        ,           ,
      But O | how vile | an i|dol proves | this god
             ,       ,  2     ,           ,         ,
      Thou hast | Sebastian done | good* fea|ture shame.
          ,         ,           ,       ,          ,
      In na|ture there's | no blem|ish but | the mind;
        ,              ,          ,      ,            ,
      None can | be called | deformed | but the | unkind:
       ,    2       ,       ,          ,   2   ,
      Virtue is | beauty,| but the | beauteous evil
           ,        ,           ,         ,         x
      Are emp|ty trunks | oreflour|ished by | the devil.
 
FIRST OFFICER
           ,           ,       ,         ,    oo
      The man | grows^mad,| away | with him:|
       __      ,
      Come,| come sir.
 
ANTONIO
                         ,       __   oo
80                     Lead me | on.|
 
[Exit with Officers]
 
VIOLA
           ,           ,          ,          ,        ,
      Methinks | his words | do from | such pas|sion fly,
            ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      That he | believes | himself:| so do | not I.
              ,      ,    ,       ,           ,
      Prove^true,| ima|gina|tion, O | prove^true,
           ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      That I | dear bro|ther, be | now tane | for you.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll whisper ore a couplet or two of most sage saws.
 
VIOLA
           ,        ,    2   ,       ,         ,
      He named | Sebas|tian: I | my bro|ther know
           ,       ,        ,            ,         ,
      Yet liv|ing in | my glass;| eene such | and so
          ,       ,        ,         ,         ,
      In fa|vour was | my bro|ther, and | he went
        ,               ,        ,        ,     ,
      Still in | this fash|ion, col|our, orn|ament,
           ,       ,    ,       ,        ,
      For him | I im|itate:| O if | it prove,
       ,               ,          ,      T     T    .   T
90    Tempests | are kind | and salt | waves fresh in love.
 
[Exit]
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
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.
 
FABIAN
A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
 
SIR ANDREW
'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
 
SIR ANDREW
An I do not,--
 
FABIAN
Come, let's see the event.
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.
 
[Exeunt]

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