_Cur._ Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's
father took much delight in. He is about the house.
_Duke._ Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[_Exit Curio. Music plays._
Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me; 15
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?
_Vio._ It gives a very echo to the seat 20
Where Love is throned.
_Duke._ Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
Hath it not, boy?
_Vio._ A little, by your favour. 25
_Duke._ What kind of woman is't?
_Vio._ Of your complexion.
_Duke._ She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
_Vio._ About your years, my lord.
_Duke._ Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take
An elder than herself; so wears she to him, 30
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.
_Vio._ I think it well, my lord. 35
_Duke._ 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 display'd, doth fall that very hour.
_Vio._ And so they are: alas, that they are so; 40
To die, even when they to perfection grow!
_Re-enter_ CURIO _and_ Clown.
_Duke._ 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 45
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
_Clo._ Are you ready, sir?
_Duke._ Ay; prithee, sing. [_Music._ 50
SONG.
_Clo._ 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, 55
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; 60
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, 65
To weep there!
_Duke._ There's for thy pains.
_Clo._ No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
_Duke._ I'll pay thy pleasure then.
_Clo._ Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or 70
another.
_Duke._ Give me now leave to leave thee.
_Clo._ 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 75
to sea, that their business might be every thing and their
intent every where; for that's it that always makes a good
voyage of nothing. Farewell. [_Exit._
_Duke._ Let all the rest give place.
[_Curio and Attendants retire._
Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: 80
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems 85
That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
_Vio._ But if she cannot love you, sir?
_Duke._ I cannot be so answer'd.
_Vio._ Sooth, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart 90
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?
_Duke._ 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 95
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,--
No motion of the liver, but the palate,--
That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea, 100
And can digest as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me
And that I owe Olivia.
_Vio._ Ay, but I know,--
_Duke._ What dost thou know?
_Vio._ Too well what love women to men may owe: 105
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.
_Duke._ And what's her history?
_Vio._ A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 110
But let concealment, like a worm i' the 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? 115
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.
_Duke._ But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
_Vio._ I am all the daughters of my father's house, 120
And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
_Duke._ Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
SCENE IV.] SCENE V. Pope.
THE DUKE'S palace.] The Palace. Rowe.
[5] _terms_] _tunes_ Knight conj.
[13] _Seek_] _Go, seek_ Capell.
[Exit Curio.] Pope.
[17] _motions_] _notions_ Warburton (Theobald conj.). See note (IX).
[20] _to the seat_] _from the seat_ Warburton.
[34] _worn_] F4. _worne_ F1 F2 F3. _won_ Hanmer.
[41] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.
[45] _free_] _fair_ Grey conj.
[47] _dallies_] _tallies_ Warburton.
[50] _Ay; prithee_] _Ay; pr'ythee_ Capell. _I prethee_ Ff.
[53] _Fly ... fly_] Rowe. _Fye ... fie_ F1
F2. _Fie ... fie_ F3 F4.
[56] _O, prepare_] _Prepare_ Pope.
[64] _O, where_] _where_ Pope.
[65] _Sad_] om. Pope.
_true lover_] _true-love_ Capell.
_never_] _ne'er_ Rann.
[71] _another_] _other_ Rowe.
[72] _Give me ... thee_] _I give thee ... me_ Harness.
[73] Clo.] Duk. F2.
[77] _every where_] _no where_ Warburton.
[79] SCENE VI. Pope.
[C. and A. retire.] Edd. Exeunt C. and A. Capell. om. Ff.
[86] _pranks her in_] _pranks, her mind,_ Warburton. _pranks in her_
Jackson conj.
[88] _I_] Hanmer. _It_ Ff.
[97, 98] _appetite_,-- ... _palate_,--_] Capell, _appetite, ...
pallat_ F1 F2. _appetite: ... pallat,_ F3 F4.
[99] _suffer_] _suffers_ Rowe.
[101] _digest_] _disgest_ F2.
[109] _And what's_] _What's_ Pope.
[113] _a green and yellow_] _agrein and hallow_ Becket conj.
[114] _sat like ... monument,_] _sat, like ... monument_ Hunter conj.
[120, 121] _I am all the daughters ... And all the brothers too;--and
yet_] _She's all the daughters ... And I am all the sons, but yet_
Hanmer.
[124] _My_] F1 F3 F4. _Thy_ F2.
SCENE V. OLIVIA'S _garden_.
_Enter_ SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, _and_ FABIAN.
_Sir To._ Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
_Fab._ Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,
let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
_Sir To._ Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? 5
_Fab._ I would exult, man: you know, he brought me
out o' favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.
_Sir To._ To anger him we'll have the bear again; and
we will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?
_Sir And._ An we do not, it is pity of our lives. 10
_Sir To._ Here comes the little villain.
_Enter_ MARIA.
How now, my metal of India!
_Mar._ Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun
practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observe 15
him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter
will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the
name of jesting! Lie thou there [_throws down a letter_];
for here comes the trout that must be caught with
tickling. [_Exit._ 20
_Enter_ MALVOLIO.
_Mal._ '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 any one else that follows her. What should I think 25
on't?
_Sir To._ Here's an overweening rogue!
_Fab._ O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!
_Sir And._ 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! 30
_Sir To._ Peace, I say.
_Mal._ To be Count Malvolio!
_Sir To._ Ah, rogue!
_Sir And._ Pistol him, pistol him.
_Sir To._ Peace, peace! 35
_Mal._ There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy
married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
_Sir And._ Fie on him, Jezebel!
_Fab._ O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how imagination
blows him. 40
_Mal._ Having been three months married to her, sitting
in my state,--
_Sir To._ O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
_Mal._ Calling my officers about me, in my branched
velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have 45
left Olivia sleeping,--
_Sir To._ Fire and brimstone!
_Fab._ O, peace, peace!
_Mal._ And then to have the humour of state; and after a
demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as I 50
would they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman Toby,--
_Sir To._ Bolts and shackles!
_Fab._ O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
_Mal._ Seven of my people, with an obedient start,
make out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind 55
up my watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby
approaches; courtesies there to me,--
_Sir To._ Shall this fellow live?
_Fab._ Though our silence be drawn from us with cars,
yet peace. 60
_Mal._ I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my
familiar smile with an austere regard of control,--
_Sir To._ And does not Toby take you a blow o' the
lips then?
_Mal._ Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast 65
me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'--
_Sir To._ What, what?
_Mal._ 'You must amend your drunkenness.'
_Sir To._ Out, scab!
_Fab._ Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. 70
_Mal._ 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time
with a foolish knight,'--
_Sir And._ That's me, I warrant you.
_Mal._ 'One Sir Andrew,'--
_Sir And._ I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool. 75
_Mal._ What employment have we here?
[_Taking up the letter._
_Fab._ Now is the woodcock near the gin.
_Sir To._ O, peace! and the spirit of humours intimate
reading aloud to him!
_Mal._ By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her 80
very C's, her U's and her T's; and thus makes she her
great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.
_Sir And._ Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?
_Mal._ [_reads_] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good
wishes:--her very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! 85
and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to
seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?
_Fab._ This wins him, liver and all.
_Mal._ [_reads_] Jove knows I love:
But who? 90
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?
_Sir To._ Marry, hang thee, brock! 95
_Mal._ [_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.
_Fab._ A fustian riddle! 100
_Sir To._ Excellent wench, say I.
_Mal._ 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first,
let me see, let me see, let me see.
_Fab._ What dish o' poison has she dressed him!
_Sir To._ And with what wing the staniel checks at it! 105
_Mal._ '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 110
in me,--Softly! M, O, A, I,--
_Sir To._ O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.
_Fab._ Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be
as rank as a fox.
_Mal._ M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name. 115
_Fab._ Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is
excellent at faults.
_Mal._ M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel;
that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does.
_Fab._ And O shall end, I hope. 120
_Sir To._ Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!
_Mal._ And then I comes behind.
_Fab._ Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might
see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
_Mal._ M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: 125
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.
[_Reads_] If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above
thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve
greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open 130
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 135
commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever
cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest
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, 140
THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.
Daylight and champain 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 145
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 150
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.
[_Reads_] Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest
my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become 155
thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet,
I prithee.
Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing that
thou wilt have me. [_Exit._
_Fab._ I will not give my part of this sport for a pension
of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. 160
_Sir To._ I could marry this wench for this device.
_Sir And._ So could I too.
_Sir To._ And ask no other dowry with her but such
another jest.
_Sir And._ Nor I neither. 165
_Fab._ Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
_Re-enter_ MARIA.
_Sir To._ Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
_Sir And._ Or o' mine either?
_Sir To._ Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become
thy bond-slave? 170
_Sir And._ I' faith, or I either?
_Sir To._ Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that
when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
_Mar._ Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?
_Sir To._ Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. 175
_Mar._ 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 colour 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 180
addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn
him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.
_Sir To._ To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent
devil of wit!
_Sir And._ I'll make one too. [_Exeunt._ 185
LINENOTES:
SCENE V.] SCENE VII. Pope.
OLIVIA'S garden.] Pope.
[3] _boiled_] _broiled_ Grey conj.
[7] _O'_] _Of_ Rowe.
[10] _An_] Pope. _And_ Ff.
_it is_] _'tis_ Rowe (ed. 1). _it's_ Id. (ed. 2).
[11] Enter M.] Ff (after line 10).
[12] _metal_] Malone. _Mettle_ F1. _Nettle_ F2 F3 F4.
[18] [Men hide themselves. Capell.
[throws down a letter] Theobald.
[21] SCENE VIII. Pope.
[30] _'Slight_] F3 F4. _Slight_ F1 F2. _'Slife_ Rowe.
[31, 35] Sir To.] Fab. Edd. conj.
[36] _Strachy_] _Stratarch_ Hanmer. _Trachy_ Warburton. _Trachyne_
Capell conj. _Straccio_ Smith conj. _Starchy_ Steevens conj.
_Stitchery_ Becket conj. _Stratico_ R.P. Knight conj. _Astrakhan_ C.
Knight conj. _Strozzi_ Collier conj. _Stracci_ Lloyd conj. _Sophy_ or
_Saucery_ or _Satrape_ Anon. apud Halliwell conj.
[37] _the wardrobe_] _her wardrobe_ Capell conj.
[38] _him_] _her_ Lloyd conj.
[49] _humour_] _honour_ Collier MS.
[51] _kinsman_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[56] _my--some_] Collier. _my some_ F1 F2. _some_ F3 F4.
[59] _Though ... cars_] _Silence! though our ears be withdrawn from
us_ Becket conj.
_with cars_] F1. _with cares_ F2 F3 F4. _by th' ears_ Hanmer. _with
carts_ Johnson conj. _with cables_ Tyrwhitt conj. _with cats_ Jackson
conj. _with tears_ Singer conj. _with racks_ S. Walker conj. _with
cords_ Grant White. _with_ _screws_ Bailey conj. _with cart-ropes_
Hunter conj. _with curs_ Anon. conj.
[65] _Cousin_] Ff. _Uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[76] _employment_] _implement_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.).
[Taking....] Taking up a letter. Rowe.
[78] _and_] _now_ Rowe.
[84, 89, 96] [reads] Capell.
[85] _Soft!_] Rowe. _Soft,_ Ff.
[89-92] _Jove ... know_] As prose in Ff.
[90] _But who?_] _Alas! but who?_ Hanmer.
[91] _Lips,_] Edd. (Capell MS.). _Lips_ Ff.
[93] _numbers altered!_] Capell. _numbers alter'd:_ Ff. _number's
alter'd_ Rowe (ed. 2). _numbers alter_ Hanmer.
[97] _Lucrece knife_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Lucresse knife_ F1 F2. _Lucress
wife_ F3 F4. _Lucrece' knife_ Dyce (S. Walker conj.).
[96-99] _I may ... my life_] As in Hanmer. Printed as two lines in Ff.
[103] _let me see, let me see, let me see_] _let me see, let me see_
F3 F4.
[104] _o'_] Dyce. _a_ F1 F2. _of_ F3 F4.
[105] _staniel_] Hanmer. _stallion_ Ff. _falcon_ Collier MS.
[110] _portend? ... me,--_] Capell. _portend, ... me?_ Ff. _portend.
... me?_ Rowe (ed. 1). _portend? ... me?_ Id. (ed. 2). _portend? ...
me._ Hanmer.
[112] _make up_] _make out_ Hanmer. _take up_ Anon. conj.
[113] _be_] _ben't_ Hanmer.
[115] _M, Malvolio ... name_] _M,-- why ... name. M,--Malvolio!_ or
_M,--M,--M,--why ... name_ Edd. conj.
[118] _sequel;_] Rowe. _sequel_ Ff.
[119] _suffers_] _suffices_ Anon. conj.
[123] _an_] Hanmer. _and_ Ff. _and if_ Capell conj.
[125] _simulation_] _similation_ Capell conj. MS.
[126] _bow to me_] F1 F2. _bow me_ F3 F4.
[127] _are_] _is_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[128] [Reads] Capell.
[129] _born_] Rowe. _become_ Ff.
_achieve_] _atcheeues_ F1. See note (X).
[130] _thrust upon'em_] _thrust uppon em_ F1. _thrust upon em_ F2.
_put upon em_ F3. _put upon them_ F4. _thrust upon them_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[131, 132] _them; ... be,_] _them_, ... _be:_ F1 F2 F3. _them_, ...
_be;_ F4.
[134] _tang_] Ff. _tang with_ Hanmer.
[141, 142] _thee,_ THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY. Daylight] Capell. _thee, the
fortunate unhappy daylight_ Ff (_tht_ F1). _thee. The fortunate and
happy daylight_ Rowe. _thee the fortunate and happy. Daylight_ Hanmer.
[142] _champain_] Dyce. _champian_ F1 F2. _champion_ F3 F4.
_champaign_ Collier (ed. 1).
_discovers not_] Ff. _discovers no_ Pope, _discover no_ Hanmer.
[143] _politic_] _pollticke_ F1.
[144, 145] _point-devise_] _point devise_ Ff. _point-de-vice_
Steevens.
[145] _not now_] F1. _now_ F2 F3 F4. _not_ Hanmer.
[146] _every_] _very_ Capell conj.
[149] _kind of_] _kind_ Capell conj.
[151] _be strange, stout_] _bestir me, strut_ Anon. conj.
_stockings_] _stocking_ F2.
[154] [Reads] Collier.
[156] _dear_] _deero_ F1.
[162] _So_] _And so_ Hanmer.
[165] SCENE IX. Pope.
[167] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff (after line 164).
[169] _at_] _at a_ F3 F4.
[181] _a melancholy_] _melancholy_ F3 F4.
[183] _gates of Tartar_] _gates Tartar_ F4. _gates, Tartar_ Rowe.
_gates of Tartarus_ Collier MS.
[185] [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis Actus secundus. F1. Exeunt. Finis Actus
secundi. F2 F3 F4.
ACT III.
SCENE I. OLIVIA'S _garden_.
_Enter_ VIOLA, _and_ Clown _with a tabor_.
_Vio._ Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live
by thy tabor?
_Clo._ No, sir, I live by the church.
_Vio._ Art thou a churchman?
_Clo._ No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for I 5
do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.
_Vio._ 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.
_Clo._ You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence 10
is but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the
wrong side may be turned outward!
_Vio._ Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with
words may quickly make them wanton.
_Clo._ I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir. 15
_Vio._ Why, man?
_Clo._ 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.
_Vio._ Thy reason, man? 20
_Clo._ Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words;
and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason
with them.
_Vio._ I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for
nothing. 25
_Clo._ 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.
_Vio._ Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
_Clo._ No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she 30
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.
_Vio._ I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's. 35
_Clo._ 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.
_Vio._ Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with 40
thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.
_Clo._ Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send
thee a beard!
_Vio._ By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for
one; [_Aside_] though I would not have it grow on my chin. 45
Is thy lady within?
_Clo._ Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
_Vio._ Yes, being kept together and put to use.
_Clo._ I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to
bring a Cressida to this Troilus. 50
_Vio._ I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
_Clo._ 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 55
'element,' but the word is over-worn. [_Exit._
_Vio._ 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, 60
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice
As full of labour as a wise man's art:
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit. 65
_Enter_ SIR TOBY, _and_ SIR ANDREW.
_Sir To._ Save you, gentleman.
_Vio._ And you, sir.
_Sir And._ Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
_Vio._ Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.
_Sir And._ I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. 70
_Sir To._ Will you encounter the house? my niece is
desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
_Vio._ I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
list of my voyage.
_Sir To._ Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion. 75
_Vio._ My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand
what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
_Sir To._ I mean, to go, sir, to enter.
_Vio._ I will answer you with gait and entrance. But
we are prevented. 80
_Enter_ OLIVIA _and_ MARIA.
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours
on you!
_Sir And._ That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;'
well.
_Vio._ My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own 85
most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
_Sir And._ 'Odours,' 'pregnant,' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll
get 'em all three all ready.
_Oli._ Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my
hearing. [_Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria._] Give 90
me your hand, sir.
_Vio._ My duty, madam, and most humble service.
_Oli._ What is your name?
_Vio._ Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
_Oli._ My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world 95
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
_Vio._ And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
_Oli._ For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, 100
Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!
_Vio._ Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf.
_Oli._ O, by your leave, I pray you,
I bade you never speak again of him:
But, would you undertake another suit, 105
I had rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.
_Vio._ Dear lady,--
_Oli._ Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse 110
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 honour at the stake 115
And baited it with all the 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.
_Vio._ I pity you.
_Oli._ That's a degree to love. 120
_Vio._ No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
That very oft we pity enemies.
_Oli._ 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 125
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: 130
There lies your way, due west.
_Vio._ Then westward-ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship!
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
_Oli._ Stay:
I prithee, tell me what thou think'st of me. 135
_Vio._ That you do think you are not what you are.
_Oli._ If I think so, I think the same of you.
_Vio._ Then think you right: I am not what I am.
_Oli._ I would you were as I would have you be!
_Vio._ Would it be better, madam, than I am? 140
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
_Oli._ O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. 145
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
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, 150
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.
_Vio._ By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, 155
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam: never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
_Oli._ Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move 160
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
OLIVIA'S garden] Pope. A garden. Rowe.
with a tabor.] Malone. meeting. Capell.
[2] _thy_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4.
[5] _sir: I do_] _sir: and yet I do_ Capell conj.
[7] _king_] _kings_ F1.
_lies_] _lives_ Collier (Capell conj.).
[15] _had had_] _had_ Hanmer.
[29] _not thou_] _thou not_ Steevens (1793), corrected in MS.
[32] _pilchards_] Capell. _pilchers_ Ff.
[35, 97] _Count_] _Duke_ Rowe.
[36] _orb ... sun_] Ff. _orb; like the sun_ Dyce.
[40] _an_] Pope. _and_ Ff.
[41] _expenses_] _sixpence_ Badham conj.
[Gives him a piece of money. Hanmer.
[45] [Aside] Edd.
[47] _bred_] _breed_ Malone conj.
[52] _begging_] Pope. _begging,_ Ff.
[54] _construe_] _conster_ Ff. _them_] _her Hanmer._
[55] _are_] F1. _is_ F2 F3 F4.
[61] _And_] Ff. _Not_ Rann (Johnson conj.). _Nor_ Harness.
[63] _wise man's_] _wise-mans_ Ff.
[64] _folly that he_] _he that folly_ Badham conj.
[65] _wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint_] Capell (Theobald and
Tyrwhitt conj.). _wisemens folly falne, quite taint_ F1. _wise mens
folly falne, quite taint_ F2 F3 F4 (_faln_ F3 F4). _wise mens folly
fall'n, quite taints Rowe_ (ed. 2). _wise men's, folly fal'n, quite
taints_ Theobald. _wise men's folly shewn, quite taints_ Hanmer. _wise
men's folly, fall'n, quite taints_ Heath conj. _wise men, folly-blown,
quite taint their wit_ Anon. conj.
[65] SIR ANDREW] Andrew Ff.
[66] SCENE II. Pope. Sir To.] Sir And. Theobald.
[68, 70] Sir And.] Sir To. Theobald.
[68] _vous garde_] _vou guard_ Ff.
[69] _vous aussi_] _vouz ousie_ F1. _vouz ausie_ F2 F3 F4.
_votre serviteur_] _vostre serviture_ Ff.
[71] Sir To.] om. Theobald.
[80] MARIA] Gentlewoman Ff.
[88] _all ready_] Malone. _already_ F1 F2. _ready_ F3 F4.
[writing in his table-book. Collier (Collier MS.).
[89] _Let_] _Maria, let_ Capell conj. reading as verse.
[90] [Exeunt....] Rowe.
SCENE III. Pope.
[97] _You're_] _Y'are_ Ff.
[106] _I had_] _I'd_ Pope.
[107] _Dear_] _O dearest_ Hanmer.
_lady,--_] Theobald. _lady_. Ff.
[108] _Give_] _Nay, give_ Capell.
_beseech_] _I beseech_ F3 F4.
[109] _enchantment you did here_] Warburton (Thirlby conj.).
_enchantment you did heare_ F1 F2. _enchantment you did hear_ F3 F4.
_enchantment, you did hear_ Theobald.
[113] _shameful_] _shame-fac'd_ Collier MS.
[117] _one of_] om. Hanmer.
_receiving_] _conceiving_ Mason conj.
[118-120] S. Walker arranges as three lines ending _shown ... heart
... you_.
[118] _cypress_] _Cipresse_ F1 F2 F3. _Cipress_ F4. _Cyprus_ Theobald.
[119] _Hides_] _Hideth_ Delius conj.
_heart_ F1. _poor heart_ F2 F3 F4.
_me_] _us_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[121] _grize_] F1. _grice_ F2 F3 F4.
[125] _the better_] _better_ F3 F4.
[129] _is come_] _are come_ Pope (ed. 2).
[131, 132] S. Walker would end the lines _west ... disposition ...
ladyship_.
[132] _attend_] _'tend_ Steevens.
_your ladyship_] _you_ Hanmer.
[133] _me?_] Rowe. _me:_ Ff.
[135] _I_] om. Pope.
[140] _am?_] Ff. _am,_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[142, 143] _beautiful ... lip!_] Rowe. _beautiful? ... lip,_ Ff.
[148] _thy_] _my_ Collier MS.
[150] _thy_] _'wry_ Hanmer.
[157, 158] _it, save I alone. And_] _it._ Oli. _Save I alone!_ Vio.
_And_ Hanmer.
SCENE II. OLIVIA'S _house_.
_Enter_ SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, _and_ FABIAN.
_Sir And._ No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
_Sir To._ Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
_Fab._ You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
_Sir And._ Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to
the count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; 5
I saw 't i' the orchard.
_Sir To._ Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me
that.
_Sir And._ As plain as I see you now.
_Fab._ This was a great argument of love in her toward 10
you.
_Sir And._ 'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?
_Fab._ I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of
judgement and reason.
_Sir To._ And they have been grand-jurymen since before 15
Noah was a sailor.
_Fab._ She did show favour to the youth in your sight
only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to
put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You
should then have accosted her; and with some excellent 20
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 25
on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some
laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
_Sir And._ An't be any way, it must be with valour; for
policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.
_Sir To._ Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the 30
basis of valour. 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 valour. 35
_Fab._ There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
_Sir And._ Will either of you bear me a challenge to
him?
_Sir To._ Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and
brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full 40
of invention: taunt him with the license of ink: if thou
thou'st 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 45
ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter:
about it.
_Sir And._ Where shall I find you?
_Sir To._ We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go.
[_Exit Sir Andrew._
_Fab._ This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby. 50
_Sir To._ I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand
strong, or so.
_Fab._ We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll
not deliver't?
_Sir To._ Never trust me, then; and by all means stir 55
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 the anatomy.
_Fab._ And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage 60
no great presage of cruelty.
_Enter_ MARIA.
_Sir To._ Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.
_Mar._ If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves
into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is
turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, 65
that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe
such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow
stockings.
_Sir To._ And cross-gartered?
_Mar._ Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a 70
school i' the 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 75
hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike him: if
she do, he'll smile and take't for a great favour.
_Sir To._ Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
SCENE II.] SCENE IV. Pope.
OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe.
[5, 31] _count's_] _Duke's_ Rowe.
[5] _upon_] _on_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[7] _thee the_] F3 F4. _the_ F1 F2. _you the_ Long MS.
[12] _'Slight_] F3 F4. _S'light_ F1 F2.
[13] _I will_] F1. _I_ F2 F3 F4.
[27] _laudable_] om. Rowe.
[28] _An't_] Hanmer. _And't_ Ff.
[31] _youth to fight_] _youth; go, fight_ Tyrwhitt conj.
[32] _with him_] _with you_ Ritson conj.
[35] _woman_] _women_ Hanmer.
[39] _curst_] _curt_ Grey conj.
[45] _go, about_] Capell. _go about_ Ff. _and go about_ Rowe.
[46] _write_] _write it_ Rowe.
[49] _the_] _thy_ Hanmer.
[50] SCENE V. Pope.
[57] _Andrew_] _Sir Andrew_ Collier (Collier MS.).
[58] _and_] _an_ S. Walker conj.
[62] _nine_] Theobald, _mine_ Ff.
[64] _yond_] _yon'_ Capell.
[65] _heathen_] _a heathen_ S. Walker conj.
_renegado_] Rowe. _Renegatho_ Ff.
[73] _is_] Ff. _are_ Steevens.
[78] [Exeunt.] Exeunt Omnes Ff.
SCENE III. _A street._
_Enter_ SEBASTIAN _and_ ANTONIO.
_Seb._ I would not by my will have troubled you;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
_Ant._ I could not stay behind you: my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; 5
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 skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove 10
Rough and unhospitable: my willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.
_Seb._ My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make but thanks,
And thanks; and ever ... oft good turns 15
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 reliques of this town?
_Ant._ To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging. 20
_Seb._ 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.
_Ant._ Would you'ld pardon me;
I do not without danger walk these streets: 25
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 answer'd.
_Seb._ Belike you slew great number of his people.
_Ant._ The offence is not of such a bloody nature; 30
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,
Most of our city did: only myself stood out; 35
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,
I shall pay dear.
_Seb._ Do not then walk too open.
_Ant._ It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse.
In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, 40
Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.
_Seb._ Why I your purse?
_Ant._ Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store, 45
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
_Seb._ I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you
For an hour.
_Ant._ To the Elephant.
_Seb._ I do remember. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
SCENE III.] SCENE VI. Pope.
A street.] Capell. The street. Rowe.
[7] _one_] _me_ Heath conj.
[15, 16] _And thanks ... pay_] Omitted in F2 F3 F4.
[15] _And thanks; and ever ... oft good turns_] _And thankes: and ever
oft good turnes_ F1. _And thanks: and ever oft-good turns_ Pope (ed.
1). _And thanks: and ever-oft good turns_ Id. (ed. 2). _And thanks,
and ever thanks; and oft good turns_ Theobald. _And thanks, and ever;
oft good turns_ Steevens (1778). _And thanks again and ever; oft good
turns_ Rann (Tollet conj.). _And thanks, and ever thanks: oft good
turns_ Malone. _And thanks, and ever thanks: often good turns_
Steevens (1794). _And thanks, and ever thanks; too oft good turns_
Seymour conj. _And thanks, still thanks; and very oft good turns_
Collier (Collier MS.). _And thanks, and ever thanks; though oft good
turns_ Lettsom conj. _And thanks: and very oft good turns_ Grant
White. _And thanks, and thanks; and very oft good turns_ Id. conj.
[17] _worth_] _wealth_ Collier MS.
[20] _lodging_] _lodging?_ F1.
[26] _count his_] _Duke his_ Rowe. _County's_ Malone conj.
[29] _people._] _people?_ Dyce.
[36] _lapsed_] _latched_ Hunter conj.
[47, 48] _you For an_] Ff. _you for An_ Theobald. As prose in Boswell.
[48] Exeunt.] Ff. Exeunt severally. Capell.
SCENE IV. OLIVIA'S _garden_.
_Enter_ OLIVIA _and_ MARIA.
_Oli._ 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 begg'd or borrow'd.
I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil, 5
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:
Where is Malvolio?
_Mar._ He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner.
He is, sure, possessed, madam.
_Oli._ Why, what's the matter? does he rave? 10
_Mar._ 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.
_Oli._ Go call him hither. [_Exit Maria._] I am as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be. 15
_Re-enter_ MARIA, _with_ MALVOLIO.
How now, Malvolio!
_Mal._ Sweet lady, ho, ho.
_Oli._ Smilest thou?
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
_Mal._ Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some 20
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.'
_Oli._ Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter
with thee? 25
_Mal._ 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.
_Oli._ Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
_Mal._ To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee. 30
_Oli._ God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and
kiss thy hand so oft?
_Mar._ How do you, Malvolio?
_Mal._ At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
_Mar._ Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness 35
before my lady?
_Mal._'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.
_Oli._ What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
_Mal._ 'Some are born great,'--
_Oli._ Ha! 40
_Mal._ 'Some achieve greatness,'--
_Oli._ What sayest thou?
_Mal._ 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
_Oli._ Heaven restore thee!
_Mal._ 'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'-- 45
_Oli._ Thy yellow stockings!
_Mal._ 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
_Oli._ Cross-gartered!
_Mal._ 'Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'-- 50
_Oli._ Am I made?
_Mal._ 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
_Oli._ Why, this is very midsummer madness.
_Enter_ Servant.
_Ser._ Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's
is returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he 55
attends your ladyship's pleasure.
_Oli._ I'll come to him. [_Exit Servant._] 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. 60
[_Exeunt Olivia and Maria._
_Mal._ 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 65
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 70
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 75
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 _and_ FABIAN.
_Sir To._ Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If
all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself 80
possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
_Fab._ Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir?
how is't with you, man?
_Mal._ Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private:
go off. 85
_Mar._ 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.
_Mal._ Ah, ha! does she so?
_Sir To._ Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal 90
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.
_Mal._ Do you know what you say?
_Mar._ La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he 95
takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
_Fab._ Carry his water to the wise woman.
_Mar._ Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning,
if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll
say. 100
_Mal._ How now, mistress!
_Mar._ O Lord!
_Sir To._ Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way:
do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.
_Fab._ No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend 105
is rough, and will not be roughly used.
_Sir To._ Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou,
chuck?
_Mal._ Sir!
_Sir To._ Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis 110
not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him,
foul collier!
_Mar._ Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get
him to pray.
_Mal._ My prayers, minx! 115
_Mar._ No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
_Mal._ Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow
things: I am not of your element: you shall know more
hereafter. [_Exit._
_Sir To._ Is't possible? 120
_Fab._ If this were played upon a stage now, I could
condemn it as an improbable fiction.
_Sir To._ His very genius hath taken the infection of
the device, man.
_Mar._ Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air 125
and taint.
_Fab._ Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
_Mar._ The house will be the quieter.
_Sir To._ Come, we'll have him in a dark room and
bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad: 130
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. 135
_Enter_ SIR ANDREW.
_Fab._ More matter for a May morning.
_Sir And._ Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant
there's vinegar and pepper in't.
_Fab._ Is't so saucy?
_Sir And._ Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read. 140
_Sir To._ Give me. [_Reads_] Youth, whatsoever thou art,
thou art but a scurvy fellow.
_Fab._ Good, and valiant.
_Sir To._ [_reads_] Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why
I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't. 145
_Fab._ A good note; that keeps you from the blow of
the law.
_Sir To._ [_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. 150
_Fab._ Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--less.
_Sir To._ [_reads_] I will waylay thee going home; where if it be
thy chance to kill me,--
_Fab._ Good.
_Sir To._ [_reads_] Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. 155
_Fab._ Still you keep o' the windy side of the law:
good.
_Sir To._ [_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 160
enemy,
ANDREW AGUECHEEK.
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't
him.
_Mar._ You may have very fit occasion for't: he is
now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by 165
depart.
_Sir To._ 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 drawest, swear horrible; for
it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering 170
accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation
than ever proof itself would have earned him.
Away!
_Sir And._ Nay, let me alone for swearing. [_Exit._
_Sir To._ Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour 175
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 180
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 185
by the look, like cockatrices.
_Re-enter_ OLIVIA, _with_ VIOLA.
_Fab._ Here he comes with your niece: give them way
till he take leave, and presently after him.
_Sir To._ I will meditate the while upon some horrid
message for a challenge. 190
[_Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria._
_Oli._ I have said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honour too unchary out:
There's something in me that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof. 195
_Vio._ With the same 'haviour that your passion bears
Goes on my master's grief.
_Oli._ 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 to-morrow. 200
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour saved may upon asking give?
_Vio._ Nothing but this;--your true love for my master.
_Oli._ How with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
_Vio._ I will acquit you. 205
_Oli._ Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well:
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell. [_Exit._
_Re-enter_ SIR TOBY _and_ FABIAN.
_Sir To._ Gentleman, God save thee.
_Vio._ And you, sir.
_Sir To._ That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of 210
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. 215
_Vio._ 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 To._ You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore,
if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your 220
guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength,
skill and wrath can furnish man withal.
_Vio._ I pray you, sir, what is he?
_Sir To._ He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier
and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private 225
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.
_Vio._ I will return again into the house and desire some 230
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 To._ Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a
very competent injury: therefore, get you on and give him 235
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. 240
_Vio._ 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 To._ I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this 245
gentleman till my return. [_Exit._
_Vio._ Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
_Fab._ I know the knight is incensed against you, even
to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance
more. 250
_Vio._ I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
_Fab._ 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 255
part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make
your peace with him if I can.
_Vio._ 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. [_Exeunt._ 260
_Re-enter_ SIR TOBY, _with_ SIR ANDREW.
_Sir To._ 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 265
he has been fencer to the Sophy.
_Sir And._ Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
_Sir To._ Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian
can scarce hold him yonder.
_Sir And._ Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant 270
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 To._ I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good
show on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls. 275
[_Aside_] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
_Re-enter_ FABIAN _and_ VIOLA.
[_To Fab._] I have his horse to take up the quarrel: I have
persuaded him the youth's a devil.
_Fab._ He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and
looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. 280
_Sir To._ [_To Vio._] 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. 285
_Vio._ [_Aside_] Pray God defend me! A little thing
would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
_Fab._ Give ground, if you see him furious.
_Sir To._ Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the
gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with 290
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.
_Sir And._ Pray God, he keep his oath!
_Vio._ I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [_They draw._ 295
_Enter_ ANTONIO.
_Ant._ Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me:
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
_Sir To._ You, sir! why, what are you?
_Ant._ One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more 300
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
_Sir To._ Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[_They draw._
_Enter_ Officers.
_Fab._ O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
_Sir To._ I'll be with you anon.
_Vio._ Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please. 305
_Sir And._ 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 Off._ This is the man; do thy office.
_Sec. Off._ Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino. 310
_Ant._ You do mistake me, sir.
_First Off._ No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away: he knows I know him well. 315
_Ant._ I must obey. [_To Vio._] 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 320
Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed;
But be of comfort.
_Sec. Off._ Come, sir, away.
_Ant._ I must entreat of you some of that money.
_Vio._ What money, sir? 325
For the fair kindness you have show'd 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: 330
Hold, there's half my coffer.
_Ant._ 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 335
That I have done for you.
_Vio._ 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 340
Inhabits our frail blood.
_Ant._ O heavens themselves!
_Sec. Off._ Come, sir, I pray you, go.
_Ant._ Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
Relieved him with such sanctity of love; 345
And to his image, which methought did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
_First Off._ What's that to us? The time goes by: away!
_Ant._ But O how vile an idol proves this god!
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. 350
In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
_First Off._ The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir. 355
_Ant._ Lead me on. [_Exit with Officers._
_Vio._ 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! 360
_Sir To._ Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian:
we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
_Vio._ He named Sebastian: I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such and so
In favour was my brother, and he went 365
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: O, if it prove,
Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love! [_Exit._
_Sir To._ A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward
than a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend 370
here in necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship,
ask Fabian.
_Fab._ A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
_Sir And._ 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.
_Sir To._ Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy 375
sword.
_Sir And._ An I do not,-- [_Exit._
_Fab._ Come, let's see the event.
_Sir To._ I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.
[_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
SCENE IV.] SCENE VII. Pope.
OLIVIA'S garden.] Capell. Olivia's house. Rowe.
[1] _he says he'll_] _say, he will_ Theobald.
[2, 3] _bestow of him? For youth is ... borrow'd_] _bestow? for youth
Is ... borrow'd of_ Badham conj.
[2] _of_] _on_ Pope.
[4,5] _I speak ... civil_] Printed as in Pope; as one line in Ff.
[5] _Where is_] Pope. _Where's_ Ff.
[7-10] _Where is ... rave?_] As prose in Pope; as three lines in Ff,
ending _madam ... madam ... rave?_ As three lines in Hanmer, ending
_madam ... possest ... rave?_
[8] _He's_] _He is_ Hanmer.
_very_] om. Hanmer.
[11] _nothing_] _nothing else_ Hanmer, who reads lines 11-14 as four
verses, ending _smile; ... guard ... man ... hither._
[13] _in 's_] _in his_ Hanmer.
[14] [Exit M.] Dyce.
_I am_] _I'm_ Pope.
[15] _merry_] _mercy_ F2.
Re-enter M. with Malvolio.] Dyce. Enter Malvolio. Ff (after _hither_,
line 14).
[16] _How_] Ol. _How_ F2.
[17] _ho, ho_] F1. _ha, ha_ F2 F3 F4. om. Capell, reading _How now ...
thou?_ as one line.
[Smiles fantastically. Rowe (smile. ed. I.)
[18, 19] _Smilest ... occasion_] As one line in Ff.
[20-25] _Sad ... thee?_] Printed as seven lines in Ff, ending _sad ...
blood ... that? ... true ... all ... man ... thee?_
[23] _is_] _it_ F2. _has it_ Capell.
[24] Oli.] Mal. F1.
[28] _the sweet_] _that sweet_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[38] _meanest_] _meanst_ F1.
[47] _Thy_] _My_ Lettsom conj.
[53] _very_] _a very_ Rann.
[54] _Count_] _Duke_ Rowe.
[57] [Exit Servant.] Capell.
[58] _cousin_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[60] [Exeunt O. and M.] Capell. Exit. Ff.
[61] SCENE VIII. Pope.
[66] _tang with_] _langer with_ F1. _tang_ Capell.
[70] _Jove's_] _God's_ Halliwell. _Love's_ Grant White conj.
[71] _Jove_] _God_ Halliwell. _Love_ Grant White conj.
[78] Re-enter....] Capell. Enter T., F., and M. Ff.
[79] SCENE IX. Pope.
_sanctity_] _sanity_ S. Walker conj.
[82] _How is't_] Sir To. _How is't_ Anon. conj.
[84] _private_] _privacy_ Rowe.
[91] _me_] _him_ Rowe.
_do you_] _do you do_ F4.
[95] _an_] Capell. _and_ Ff. _if_ Pope.
[103] _this_] _that_ F4.
[104] _let me alone with him_] Omitted in F3 F4.
[107] _bawcock_] F1 F2. _havock_ F3 F4.
[110] _Ay, Biddy, come with me._] See note (XI).
[116] Mar.] Fab. Anon. conj.
[125] _lest_] F4. _least_ F1 F2 F3.
[128] _will_] _well_ F2.
[136] SCENE X. Pope.
[140] _Ay, is't_] Collier. _I, is't?_ F1 F2. _I, is't?_ F3 F4. _Ay, is
it,_ Boswell.
[141] [Reads.] Rowe.
[146] _good_] _very good_ Rowe (ed 1).
[151] _to_] om. Rowe.
_sense--less_] _sence-lesse_ F1 F2. _sense-lesse_ F3. _sense-less_ F4.
_senseless_ Capell.
[159] _mine_] _thine_ Johnson conj.
[162] _If_] To. _If_ Ff.
[168] _bum-baily_] _bum-bailiff_ Theobald.
[169] _horrible_] F1. _horribly_ F2 F3 F4.
[180] _it comes_] F1 F2. _that it comes_ F3 F4.
[186] Re-enter O. and V.] Collier (after line 184). Enter O. and V.
Ff.
[187] SCENE XL Pope.
[190] [Exeunt Sir T., F. and M.] Capell. Exeunt. F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[191] _I have_] _I've_ Pope.
[192] _out_] Theobald. _on't_ Ff.
[196, 197] _'haviour that your ... Goes ... grief_] _'haviour Your ...
goes ... grief_ Capell conj.
[197] _Goes ... grief_] Rowe. _Goes ... greefes_ F1 F2. _Goes ...
griefs_ F3 F4. _Go ... griefs_ Malone.
[202] _That honour saved_] _That honour (sav'd)_ F1 F2. _That (honour
sav'd)_ F3 F4.
[208] SCENE XII. Pope.
[212] _intercepter_] _interpreter_ Warburton.
[216] _sir; I am sure_] Theobald. _sir I am sure,_ F1 F2. _sir, I am
sure,_ F3 F4. _sir, I am sure_ Rowe.
[222] _man_] _a man_ F3 F4.
[224] _knight_] _a knight_ Collier MS.
_unhatched_] _unhack'd_ Pope. _an hatcht_ Malone conj.
[229] _nob_] _nod_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[234] _Sir, no_] _No, sir, no_ Hanmer.
_derives_] _drives_ F4.
[235] _competent_] F4. _computent_ F1 F2 F3.
[238] _him:_] F1 F3 F4. _him?_ F2. _to him;_ Hanmer.
_or_] _and_ Hanmer.
_your sword_] _you of sword_ Anon. conj.
[241] _as uncivil_] _an uncivil_ Capell (corrected in MS.).
[242] _as to know_] _to know_ Capell.
[260] [Exeunt.] om. Capell. See note (XII).
Re-enter....] Capell. Enter Toby and Andrew. Ff. Re-enter Sir T. with
Sir A. hanging back. Collier (Collier MS.).
[261] SCENE XIII. Pope. SCENE V. Dyce and Staunton.
[262] _firago_] _virago_ Rowe.
[263] _stuck in_] _stuck--in_ Johnson. _stuck-in_, Capell. _stuckin_
Singer.
[264] _you_] _your_ F2.
[265] _hit_] Rowe. _hits_ Ff.
[269] _yonder_] om. Rowe.
[270] _an_] Theobald. _and_ Ff. _if_ Pope.
[273] _Capilet_] _Capulet_ Dyce.
[276] [_Aside_] Theobald.
Re-enter F. and V.] Enter F. and V. Ff. om. Capell. Enter F. and V.
unwillingly. Collier MS.
[277] [To Fab.] Rowe.
_take up_] _make up_ Anon. conj.
[281] [To Vio.] Capell.
[282] _oath sake_] _oath's sake_ Capell.
[283] _scarce to be_] _to be scarce_ Capell conj.
[286] [Aside] Capell.
[295] SCENE XIV. Pope.
[They draw.] Rowe. They go back from each other. Collier (Collier
MS.).
Enter A.] Ff (after line 294). Enter A.; draws, and runs between.
Capell.
[298] [Drawing. Rowe.
[302] [They draw.] Edd. Draws. Rowe.
Enter Officers.] Enter two Officers. Capell. Enter Officers. Dyce and
Staunton (after line 308).
[304] [To Antonio. Capell.
[305] [To Sir Andrew. Rowe.
[310-312] As two lines in Capell, ending _suit ... sir._
[310] _Count_] _Duke_ Rowe.
[316] [To Vio.] Collier.
[318, 319] _do, now ... purse?_] Dyce and Staunton. _do: now ...
purse._ F1. _doe? now ... purse._ F2 F3 F4.
[324] _money_] _money back_ Capell, reading 323-325 as two lines,
ending _you ... sir?_
[331] _Hold, there's_] _Hold, There's_ S. Walker conj.
_there's_] _there is_ Hanmer.
_now?_] F3 F4. _now,_ F1 F2.
[334] _Lest_] F4. _Least_ F1 F2 F3.
[339] _lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness_] Steevens (1793).
_lying, vainnesse, babling drunkennesse_ Ff. _lying vainness, babbling
drunkenness_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[342] _pray you, go_] _pray, go_ S. Walker conj., ending the line at
_little_. _pray you_ Lloyd conj.
[343] _speak_] _but speak_ Hanmer.
_This youth_] _Why, this youth_ Hanmer, ending lines 342, 343 at
_speak ... here_.
[345] _love;_] Ff. _love,--_ Capell. After this S. Walker supposes a
line to be lost.
[346] _his_] _this_ S. Walker conj.
[347] _venerable_] _veritable_ Collier (Collier MS.).
[349] _vile_] Pope. _vilde_ F1 F2 F3. _vild_ F4.
[353] _beauteous evil_] _beauteous-evil_ Malone.
[355] _The man_] _Surely the man_ Hanmer.
_Come_] 2. Off. _Come_ Capell. This word begins a line in Ff.
[356] with Officers.] Theobald. om. Ff.
[362] _we'll_] _Weel_ F1. _Well_ F2 F3 F4.
[367] _O, if_] _so if_ Becket conj.
[368] [Exit.] F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[373] _a most_] om. Hanmer.
[374] _'Slid_] _Od's lid_ Hanmer.
[375] _never_] _ne'er_ Hanmer.
[377] _An_] _Theobald_. _And_ Ff. _If_ Pope.
_not,--_] Theobald. _not._ Ff.
[378] _let's_] _let us_ Hanmer.
[379] _any_] om. Hanmer.
[Exeunt.] Rowe. [Exit. Ff.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. _Before_ OLIVIA'S _house_.
_Enter_ SEBASTIAN _and_ Clown.
_Clo._ Will you make me believe that I am not sent for
you?
_Seb._ Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow:
Let me be clear of thee.
_Clo._ Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; 5
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.
_Seb._ I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else:
Thou know'st not me. 10
_Clo._ 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 15
coming?
_Seb._ I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me:
There's money for thee: if you tarry longer,
I shall give worse payment.
_Clo._ By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise 20
men that give fools money get themselves a good report--after
fourteen years' purchase.
_Enter_ SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY, _and_ FABIAN.
_Sir And._ Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for
you.
_Seb._ Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. 25
Are all the people mad?
_Sir To._ Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the
house.
_Clo._ This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be
in some of your coats for two pence. 30
[_Exit._
_Sir To._ Come on, sir; hold.
_Sir And._ 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 stroke him first,
yet it's no matter for that. 35
_Seb._ Let go thy hand.
_Sir To._ Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my
young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed;
come on.
_Seb._ I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? 40
If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
_Sir To._ What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce
or two of this malapert blood from you.
_Enter_ OLIVIA.
_Oli._ Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold!
_Sir To._ Madam! 45
_Oli._ Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!
Be not offended, dear Cesario.
Rudesby, be gone!
[_Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian._
I prithee, gentle friend, 50
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 botch'd up, that thou thereby 55
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.
_Seb._ What relish is in this? how runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: 60
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
_Oli._ Nay, come, I prithee: would thou'ldst be ruled by me!
_Seb._ Madam, I will.
_Oli._ O, say so, and so be! [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
SCENE I. Before....] The street before.... Capell. The street. Rowe.
om. Ff.
[9, 10] Arranged as in Capell; as prose in Ff.
[13] _great lubber, the world_] _great lubberly World_ Collier MS.
_great luberly word_ Grant White (Douce conj.). _lubberly word_
Staunton conj. See note (XIII).
[15] _that thou_] _that that_ F2.
[17] _Greek_] F3 F4. _greeke_ F1 F2. _geck_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.).
_grig_ or _gleeker_ Anon. conj.
[17-19] Arranged as in Capell; as prose in Ff.
[19] _worse_] _worser_ Anon. conj.
[21] _report--_] Staunton. _report,_ Ff.
[24] [Striking Sebastian. Rowe.
[25] _and there, and there_] _and there, and there, and there_ Capell.
[Beating Sir Andrew. Rowe.
[30] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff.
[31] _Come on, sir_] _Come, sir_ Rann. _Come off, sir_ Anon. conj.
[Holding Sebastian. Rowe.
[34] be] he F2.
[_stroke_] F1 F2. _strook_ F3. _struck_ F4.
[38] _put up ... fleshed_] [To Sir And.] _put up ... fleshed_ Badham
conj.
[40] [Wrenches from him and draws. Capell.
[43] [They draw and fight. Rowe.
[44] SCENE II. Pope.
[50] [Exeunt....] Capell. Exeunt Sir T. and Sir A. Rowe.
[55] _botched_] _bouch'd_ Becket conj.
[63] _prithee_] _pray_ Pope.
SCENE II. OLIVIA'S _house_.
_Enter_ MARIA _and_ CLOWN.
_Mar._ 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.
[_Exit._
_Clo._ Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself
in 't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in 5
such a gown. I am 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. 10
_Enter_ SIR TOBY _and_ MARIA.
_Sir To._ Jove bless thee, master Parson.
_Clo._ 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,' 15
and 'is' but 'is'?
_Sir To._ To him, Sir Topas.
_Clo._ What, ho, I say! peace in this prison!
_Sir To._ The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
_Mal._ [_within_] Who calls there? 20
_Clo._ Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio
the lunatic.
_Mal._ Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my
lady.
_Clo._ Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this 25
man! talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
_Sir To._ Well said, master Parson.
_Mal._ Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good
Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here
in hideous darkness. 30
_Clo._ 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: sayest thou that house
is dark?
_Mal._ As hell, Sir Topas. 35
_Clo._ Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes,
and the clearstores toward the south north are as lustrous
as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?
_Mal._ I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this
house is dark. 40
_Clo._ Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the
Egyptians in their fog.
_Mal._ I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though
ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never 45
man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are: make
the trial of it in any constant question.
_Clo._ What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning
wild fowl?
_Mal._ That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit 50
a bird.
_Clo._ What thinkest thou of his opinion?
_Mal._ I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve
his opinion.
_Clo._ Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: 55
thou shalt hold the 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.
_Mal._ Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
_Sir To._ My most exquisite Sir Topas! 60
_Clo._ Nay, I am for all waters.
_Mar._ Thou mightst have done this without thy beard
and gown: he sees thee not.
_Sir To._ To him in thine own voice, and bring me word
how thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this 65
knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he
were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I
cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come
by and by to my chamber. [_Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria._
_Clo._ [_Singing_] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, 70
Tell me how thy lady does.
_Mal._ Fool,----
_Clo._ My lady is unkind, perdy.
_Mal._ Fool,----
_Clo._ Alas, why is she so? 75
_Mal._ Fool, I say,----
_Clo._ She loves another--Who calls, ha?
_Mal._ 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. 80
_Clo._ Master Malvolio?
_Mal._ Ay, good fool.
_Clo._ Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?
_Mal._ Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused:
I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. 85
_Clo._ But as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be
no better in your wits than a fool.
_Mal._ 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. 90
_Clo._ Advise you what you say; the minister is here.
Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour
thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.
_Mal._ Sir Topas,----
_Clo._ Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, 95
I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you, good Sir Topas. Marry,
amen. I will, sir, I will.
_Mal._ Fool, fool, fool, I say,----
_Clo._ Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am
shent for speaking to you. 100
_Mal._ 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.
_Clo._ Well-a-day that you were, sir!
_Mal._ By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper 105
and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: it
shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter
did.
_Clo._ I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you
not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? 110
_Mal._ Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
_Clo._ Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his
brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
_Mal._ Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I
prithee, be gone. 115
_Clo._ [_Singing_] I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old vice, 120
Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad, 125
Pare thy nails, dad;
Adieu, goodman Drivel. [_Exit._
LINENOTES:
SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope.
OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe.
[3] [Exit.] Exit M. Theobald.
[6] _tall_] _fat_ Reed (1803) (Farmer conj.). _pale_ Tyrwhitt conj.
_of taille_ Becket conj.
[7] _student_] _studient_ F1.
[9] _careful_] _graceful_ Hanmer (Warburton).
[10] Enter Sir T. and M.] Theobald. Enter Toby. Ff.
[11] _Jove_] _God_ Edd. conj.
[11, 14, 15, 27] _master_] _M._ Ff and passim.
[13] _Prague_] Rowe. _Prage_ F1 F2 F3. _Prauge_ F4.
[14] _Gorboduc_] _Gorboduck_ Pope. _Gorbodacke_ F1 F2 F4. _Gorbodack_
F3.
[18] [rapping at an inner door. Capell.
[20] Mal. [within] Malvolio within (as a stage direction) Mal. Ff.
[26] _nothing but of_] _of nothing but_ Anon. conj.
[33] _that_] _this_ Rann. _the_ or _that_ _the_ Anon. conj.
[37] _clearstores_] _cleere stores_ F1. _cleare stones_ F2. _clear
stones_ F3 F4. _clear stories_ Boswell (Blakeway conj.).
[49] _wild fowl_] _the soul_ Theobald conj.
[50] _haply_] Capell. _happily_ Ff.
[58] _soul_] _soule_ F1. _house_ F2 F3 F4.
[61] _waters_] _wanters_ or _ventures_ Anon. conj.
[65] _well_] F1. _all_ F2 F3 F4. _all well_ Collier MS.
[68] _to the upshot_] Rowe. _the upshot_ Ff.
[69] _chamber_] _champer_ F2.
[Exeunt....] Exit with Maria. Theobald. Exit Ff.
[70] SCENE IV. Pope.
[Singing] Rowe.
[70, 71] _Hey ... does._] _Hey, jolly Robin, tell to me, How does thy
lady do?_ Farmer conj.
[71] _thy_] _my_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[83] _besides_] _beside_ Capell conj.
[86] _you are_] _thou art_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[88] _have here_] _have_ Pope.
[96] _be wi' you_] _buy you_ Ff. _b' w' you_ Pope.
[97] _sir, I will_] F1. _sir, I will sir_ F2 F3 F4.
[109, 110] _are you not_] _are you_ Johnson conj.
[110] _or_] _and_ Malone conj.
[116-127] Arranged as in Capell. As eight lines in Ff.
[116] [Singing] Rowe. on. Ff.
[119, 120] _In a trice, Like to the_] _With a trice, Like the_ Collier
MS. _With a trice, Like to the_ Collier (ed. 2).
[126] _dad;_] _dad,_ Ff. _dad?_ Farmer conj.
[127] _goodman Drivel_] Rowe (ed. 2). _good man diuell_ F1. _good man
Direll_ F2. _good man Devil_ F3 F4. _goodman Mean-evil_ Johnson conj.
_good Mean-evil_ Mason conj. _goodman Civil,_ or _good man, be civil_
Anon. conj.
SCENE III. OLIVIA'S _garden_.
_Enter_ SEBASTIAN.
_Seb._ 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: 5
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, 10
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, 15
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 20
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
_Enter_ OLIVIA _and_ Priest.
_Oli._ 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, 25
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace. He shall conceal it
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep 30
According to my birth. What do you say?
_Seb._ I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
_Oliv._ Then lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine! [_Exeunt._ 35
LINENOTES:
SCENE III.] SCENE V. Pope.
OLIVIA'S garden.] Capell. Another apartment in O.'s house. Theobald.
[6] _this credit_] _in credit_ Becket conj. _this credit_ [He takes a
letter from his pocket] Jackson conj.
_credit_] F3 F4. _credite_ F1 F2. _credent_ Theobald conj. _current_
Hanmer. _credited_ Mason conj.
[15] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.
[18] _affairs and their dispatch_] _and thus dispatch affairs_ Collier
(Collier MS.).
[21] _the lady comes_] _she comes_ Pope. _comes the lady_ Steevens.
[27] _jealous_] _iealious_ F1.
[28] _live_] _henceforth live_ Hanmer.
[29] _Whiles_] _While_ Grant White.
[34] _and heavens_] F1 F2. _and heaven_ F3 F4. _heav'ns_ Pope.
[35] [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis Actus Quartus. F1. Finis actus Quarti. F2
F3 F4.
ACT V.
SCENE I. _Before_ OLIVIA'S _house_.
_Enter_ Clown _and_ FABIAN.
_Fab._ Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.
_Clo._ Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
_Fab._ Any thing.
_Clo._ Do not desire to see this letter.
_Fab._ This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire 5
my dog again.
_Enter_ DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, _and_ Lords.
_Duke._ Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
_Clo._ Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.
_Duke._ I know thee well: how dost thou, my good fellow?
_Clo._ Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse 10
for my friends.
_Duke._ Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
_Clo._ No, sir, the worse.
_Duke._ How can that be?
_Clo._ Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of 15
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 affirmatives, why then,
the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. 20
_Duke._ Why, this is excellent.
_Clo._ By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be
one of my friends.
_Duke._ Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.
_Clo._ But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would 25
you could make it another.
_Duke._ O, you give me ill counsel.
_Clo._ Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
and let your flesh and blood obey it.
_Duke._ Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a double-dealer: 30
there's another.
_Clo._ 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. 35
_Duke._ 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.
_Clo._ Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. 40
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. [_Exit._
_Vio._ Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
_Enter_ ANTONIO _and_ Officers.
_Duke._ That face of his I do remember well; 45
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
With which such scathful grapple did he make 50
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy and the tongue of loss
Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?
_First Off._ Orsino, this is that Antonio
That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy; 55
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.
_Vio._ He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side; 60
But in conclusion put strange speech upon me:
I know not what 'twas but distraction.
_Duke._ Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear, 65
Hast made thine enemies?
_Ant._ 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: 70
That most ingrateful boy there by your side,
From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him and did thereto add
My love, without retention or restraint, 75
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:
Where being apprehended, his false cunning, 80
Not meaning to partake with me in danger,
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty years removed thing
While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use 85
Not half an hour before.
_Vio._ How can this be?
_Duke._ When came he to this town?
_Ant._ Today, my lord; and for three months before,
No interim, not a minute's vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company. 90
_Enter_ OLIVIA _and_ Attendants.
_Duke._ Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness:
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon. Take him aside.
_Oli._ What would my lord, but that he may not have, 95
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
_Vio._ Madam!
_Duke._ Gracious Olivia,--
_Oli._ What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord,-- 100
_Vio._ My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.
_Oli._ If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
As howling after music.
_Duke._ Still so cruel?
_Oli._ Still so constant, lord. 105
_Duke._ What, to perverseness? You uncivil lady,
To whom ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out
That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
_Oli._ Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. 110
_Duke._ Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy
That sometime savours nobly. But hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, 115
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
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, 120
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned 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. 125
_Vio._ And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
_Oli._ Where goes Cesario?
_Vio._ 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. 130
If I do feign, you witnesses above
Punish my life for tainting of my love!
_Oli._ Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!
_Vio._ Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
_Oli._ Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long? 135
Call forth the holy father.
_Duke._ Come, away!
_Oli._ Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
_Duke._ Husband!
_Oli._ Ay, husband: can he that deny?
_Duke._ Her husband, sirrah!
_Vio._ No, my lord, not I.
_Oli._ Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear 140
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, 145
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
_Priest._ A contract of eternal bond of love, 150
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: 155
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
I have travell'd but two hours.
_Duke._ O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, 160
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
_Vio._ My lord, I do protest--
_Oli._ O, do not swear!
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. 165
_Enter_ SIR ANDREW.
_Sir And._ For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one
presently to Sir Toby.
_Oli._ What's the matter?
_Sir And._ He has broke my head across and has given
Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your 170
help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
_Oli._ Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
_Sir And._ The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took
him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.
_Duke._ My gentleman, Cesario? 175
_Sir And._ '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.
_Vio._ Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
You drew your sword upon me without cause; 180
But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
_Sir And._ If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have
hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
_Enter_ SIR TOBY _and_ Clown.
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if
he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates 185
than he did.
_Duke._ How now, gentleman! how is't with you?
_Sir To._ That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the
end on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
_Clo._ O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes 190
were set at eight i' the morning.
_Sir To._ Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn:
I hate a drunken rogue.
_Oli._ Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with
them? 195
_Sir And._ I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be
dressed together.
_Sir To._ Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb
and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull!
_Oli._ Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. 200
[_Exeunt Clown_, _Fabian_, _Sir Toby_, _and Sir Andrew_.
_Enter_ SEBASTIAN.
_Seb._ 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: 205
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
_Duke._ One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
A natural perspective, that is and is not!
_Seb._ Antonio, O my dear Antonio! 210
How have the hours rack'd and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee!
_Ant._ Sebastian are you?
_Seb._ Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
_Ant._ How have you made division of yourself?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin 215
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
_Oli._ Most wonderful!
_Seb._ Do I stand there? I never had a brother;
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a sister, 220
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.
Of charity, what kin are you to me?
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
_Vio._ Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too, 225
So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit
You come to fright us.
_Seb._ A spirit I am indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad
Which from the womb I did participate. 230
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!'
_Vio._ My father had a mole upon his brow.
_Seb._ And so had mine. 235
_Vio._ And died that day when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.
_Seb._ O, that record is lively in my soul!
He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years. 240
_Vio._ If nothing lets to make us happy both
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
That I am Viola: which to confirm, 245
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. 250
_Seb._ [_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 betroth'd both to a maid and man. 255
_Duke._ 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 wreck.
[_To Viola_] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. 260
_Vio._ And all those sayings will I over-swear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night.
_Duke._ Give me thy hand;
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. 265
_Vio._ The captain that did bring me first on shore
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.
_Oli._ He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither: 270
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
_Re-enter_ Clown _with a letter, and_ FABIAN.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, sirrah? 275
_Clo._ Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub 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 to-day morning,
but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not
much when they are delivered. 280
_Oli._ Open 't, and read it.
_Clo._ Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers
the madman. [_Reads_] By the Lord, madam,--
_Oli._ How now! art thou mad?
_Clo._ No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship 285
will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox.
_Oli._ Prithee, read i' thy right wits.
_Clo._ So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to
read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.
_Oli._ Read it you, sirrah. [_To Fabian._ 290
_Fab._ [_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 the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do 295
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.
_Oli._ Did he write this?
_Clo._ Ay, madam. 300
_Duke._ This savours not much of distraction.
_Oli._ See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
[_Exit Fabian._
My lord, so please you, these things further thought on,
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, 305
Here at my house and at my proper cost.
_Duke._ Madam, I am most apt to 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, 310
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.
_Oli._ A sister! you are she.
_Re-enter_ FABIAN, _with_ MALVOLIO.
_Duke._ Is this the madman?
_Oli._ Ay, my lord, this same.
How now, Malvolio!
_Mal._ Madam, you have done me wrong, 315
Notorious wrong.
_Oli._ Have I, Malvolio? no.
_Mal._ 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: 320
You can say none of this: well, grant it then
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,
Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow stockings and to frown 325
Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people;
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geek and gull 330
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.
_Oli._ 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 335
First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling,
And in such forms which here were presupposed
Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content:
This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it, 340
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.
_Fab._ Good madam, hear me speak,
And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, 345
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
The letter at Sir Toby's great importance; 350
In recompense whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge;
If that the injuries be justly weigh'd
That have on both sides pass'd. 355
_Oli._ Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
_Clo._ 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? 360
'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.
_Mal._ I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [_Exit._
_Oli._ He hath been most notoriously abused. 365
_Duke._ Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:
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, 370
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.
[_Exeunt all, except Clown._
_Clo._ [_Sings_]
When that I was and a little tiny boy, 375
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, &c. 380
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, &c.
By swaggering could I never thrive, 385
For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, &c.
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain, &c. 390
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, &c.
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day. [_Exit._
LINENOTES:
Before OLIVIA'S house] Capell. The street. Pope.
[1] _his_] F1. _this_ F2 F3 F4.
[6] Lords.] Attendants. Capell.
[18] _that, conclusions ... kisses_] _that, conclusion to be asked,
is_ Theobald (Warburton). _the conclusion to be asked is_ Hanmer.
_that conclusions follow as kisses_ Heath conj. See note (XIV).
[20] _for my friends_] _of my friends_ F3 F4.
[33] _triplex_] _triplet_ Collier (Collier MS.).
[34] _or_] _as_ Mason conj.
_Bennet_] _Bennet's_ Anon. conj.
[44] SCENE II. Pope.
[Enter A....] Ff (after line 43).
[60] _did_] _shew'd_ Capell (corrected in MS.).
[66] _Orsino, noble sir_] _Noble sir, Orsino_ Hanmer.
[71] _ingrateful_] _ungrateful_ F4.
[73] _wreck_] Pope. _wracke_ F1 F2. _wrack_ F3 F4.
[76] _his_] F1. _this_ F2 F3 F4.
_in_] _is_ F3 F4.
[77] _for_] _of_ F3 F4.
[84] _me_] _be_ F3 F4.
[87] _he_] _you_ Hanmer.
[89] interim] _intrim_ F1.
[91] SCENE III. Pope.
Enter O....] Ff. Dyce, after line 94.
[97] _do not_] _don't_ Hanmer.
[99] _Olivia_,--] Theobald. _Olivia._ Ff.
[100] _lord_,--] Pope. _lord._ Ff.
[103] _fat_] _flat_ Hanmer (Warburton).
[104] _Still_] _Still, still_ Capell.
[105] _so constant, lord_] _lord, so constant_ Hanmer.
[108] _hath_] Capell. _have_ Ff. _has_ Pope.
[111] _do it_] _do't_ Pope.
[114] _me_] om. Pope.
[125] [Going. Theobald.
[127] [Following. Theobald.
[133] _Ay_] F4. _Aye_ F1 F2 F3. _Ah_ Hanmer.
[136] [Exit an Attendant. Capell.
[To Viola. Theobald.
[144] _that thou_] _thou_ F3 F4.
Enter Priest.] Ff. Re-enter Attendant, with Priest. Capell.
[150] _of eternal_] _and eternal_ Collier (Malone conj. withdrawn).
[159] _on thy case_] _on thy face_ Madden conj. _upon thee_ Keightley
conj. See note (XV).
[164] _protest--_] Rowe. _protest_ Ff.
[165] _Hold_] F1. _How_ F2 F3 F4.
Enter Sir A.] Ff. Enter Sir A. with his head broke. Rowe.
[166] SCENE IV. Pope.
_Send_] F1 F2. _and_ F3 F4. _and send_ Rowe (ed. 2).]
[169] _He has_] _H'as_ Ff.
_has given_] F1 F2. _given_ F3 F4. _h'as given_ Capell.
[174] _incardinate_] _incarnate_ Rowe.
[183] Enter Sir Toby....] Enter Toby.... Ff (after line 181). Enter
Sir T. drunk, led by the Clown. Capell.
[185, 186] _othergates_] _other gates_ Ff.
[188] _has_] Ff. _h'as_ Rowe (ed. 1). _ha's_ Id. (ed. 2). _he has_
Pope.
[188, 189] _the end_] _th'end_ F1 F2. _an end_ F3 F4.
[189] _didst_] _didst thou_ F3 F4.
[190] _Sir Toby_] F1. _sir above_ F2 F3 F4. _Sir Toby, above_
Theobald.
[191] _set at_] F1 F2. _at_ F3 F4.
[192] _rogue, and a passy measures panyn:_] F1. _Rogue after a passy
measures Pavin:_ F2 F3 F4. _rogue, and a past-measure painim._ Pope.
_rogue, and a passy-measure pavin:_ Steevens. _rogue:--and after a
passy-measure or a pavin,_ Rann. _rogue. After a passy-measure, or a
pavin,_ Reed (Tyrwhitt conj.). _rogue and a pazzomezzo paynim_ Becket
conj. _rogue and a passy measures paynim:_ Grant White. _rogue. After
a passing measure and a pavin_ Anon. conj. (Gent. Mag.).
[198, 199] _help? an ass-head ... gull!_] Malone. _help an ass-head
... gull?_ Ff.
[200] [Exeunt...] Dyce and Staunton. Exe. Clo. To. & And. Rowe. Exeunt
Clown and some Attendants, with Sir T. and Sir A. Capell.
[201] SCENE V. Pope.
_kinsman_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[203] [All stand in amaze. Theobald.
[204] _You throw a strange_] _You throw A strange_ S. Walker conj.
_upon_] _on_ Pope.
_upon me, and by that_] _on me, by that_ Lettsom conj.
_and by that_] _by which_ Pope. _and By that_ Capell.
[209] _natural_] _nat'ral_ Pope.
[213] _Fear'st thou_] Ff. _Fear'd thou_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Fear'd you_
Pope.
[219] _that_] F1. _a_ F2 F3 F4.
[222] [To Viola. Rowe.
[224] _Messaline_] _Metelin_ Hanmer.
[231] _goes_] F1. _goe_ F2. _go_ F3 F4.
[233] _And_] _As_ Capell (corrected in MS.).
[246] _captain_] _captain's_ Grant White (Collier MS.).
[247] _maiden_] _maids_ Theobald.
_by whose_] _he, by whose_ Staunton conj.
[248] _preserved_] _preferr'd_ Theobald.
_count_] _Duke_ Rowe.
[249] _occurrence_] _occurrents_ Hanmer.
[250] _Hath_] _Have_ Hanmer.
[251] [To Olivia.] Rowe.
[252] _drew_] _true_ Collier MS.
[258] _wreck_] Rowe. _wracke_ F1 F2. _wrack_ F3 F4.
[260] _shouldst_] _shoulst_ F2.
[263, 264] _fire ... severs_] _fires ... sever_ Singer.
[272] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.
and FABIAN.] om. Capell.
[273] SCENE VI. Pope.
_extracting_] F1. _exacting_ F2 F3 F4. _distracting_ Hanmer.
[274] _banish'd_] _banisht_ F1. _banish_ F2 F3 F4.
[277] _has_] _h'as_ Rowe. _he has_ Malone.
[281] _Open 't_] _Open it_ Malone.
[283] [Reads] Rowe.
[284] _art thou_] _art_ Pope.
[285] _an_] Pope. _and_ Ff.
[286] _Vox_] _for't_ Heath conj. _oaths_ Mason conj.
[287] _read_] _read it_ F3 F4.
_right wits_] _wits right_ Johnson conj.
[290] [To Fabian.] Rowe.
[291] [Reads] Ff.
[Sidenote 293] _cousin_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).
_the benefit_] _benefit_ Rowe, F3 F4.
[302] [Exit Fabian.] Capell.
[305] _on't, so_] _an't so_ Heath conj. _and, so_ Collier (Collier
MS.).
[308] [To Viola] Rowe.
[309] _mettle_] Ff. _metal_ Rowe.
[313] _mistress._ Oli. _A ... she_] _mistress, and his sister she_
Hanmer.
Re-enter F. with M.] Capell. Enter M. Ff. Enter M. with straw about
him, as from prison. Collier MS.
[314] SCENE VII. Pope.
[315] _you have_] _you've_ S. Walker conj.
[320] _seal, not_] _seal, nor_ F4.
[330] _and gull_] F1. _or gull_ F2 F3 F4.
[336] _then_] _thou_ Rann.
_camest in_] _cam'st thou_ Theobald.