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Authors: William Shakespeare

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ORSINO
    I prithee sing.

FESTE

The song

Sings

Come
away
54
, come away, death,

And in sad
cypress
55
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
58
,

O, prepare it!

My part of death, no one so true
60

Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower, sweet

On my black coffin let there be
strewn.
63

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.

A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O, where

Sad true lover never find my grave,

To weep there!

ORSINO
    There’s for thy pains.

FESTE
    No pains, sir. I take pleasure in singing, sir.

ORSINO
    I’ll pay thy pleasure then.

FESTE
    Truly, sir, and
pleasure will be paid
73
, one time or

another.

ORSINO
    Give me now
leave to leave
75
thee.

FESTE
    Now, the
melancholy god
76
protect thee, and the

tailor make thy
doublet
of
changeable taffeta
77
, for thy mind is

a very
opal.
I would have
men of such constancy
78
put to sea,

that their business might be everything and
their intent
79

everywhere, for
that’s it that always makes a good voyage of
80

nothing. Farewell.

Exit

Curio and Attendants stand aside

ORSINO
    Let all the rest
give place.
82

               Once more, Cesario,

Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:

Tell her my love, more noble than the world,

Prizes not quantity of
dirty
85
lands.

The
parts
86
that fortune hath bestowed upon her

Tell her, I hold as
giddily
as
fortune.
87

But ’tis that
miracle and queen of gems
88

That nature
pranks
89
her in attracts my soul.

VIOLA
    But if she cannot love you, sir?

ORSINO
    I cannot be so answered.

VIOLA
    Sooth, but you must.

Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,

Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her.

You tell her so. Must she not then
be answered?
96

ORSINO
    There is no woman’s sides

Can
bide
98
the beating of so strong a passion

As love doth give my heart, no woman’s heart

So big, to hold so much. They lack
retention.
100

Alas, their love may be called
appetite
101
,

No
motion
of the
liver
, but the
palate
102
,

That
suffer
surfeit
,
cloyment
and
revolt.
103

But
mine
104
is all as hungry as the sea,

And can digest as much. Make no
compare
105

Between that love a woman can bear me

And that I
owe
107
Olivia.

VIOLA
    Ay, but I know—

ORSINO
    What dost thou know?

VIOLA
    Too well what love women to men may owe:

In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

My father had a daughter loved a man,

As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

I should your lordship.

ORSINO
    And what’s her
history?
115

VIOLA
    A blank, my lord. She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i’th’bud,

Feed on her
damask
118
cheek: she pined in thought,

And with a
green and yellow
119
melancholy

She sat like
patience on a monument
120
,

Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

We men may say more, swear more, but indeed

Our
shows
are more
than
will
, for
still
123
we prove

Much in our vows, but little in our love.

ORSINO
    But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

VIOLA
    I am all the daughters of my father’s house,

And all the brothers too, and yet I know not.

Sir, shall I
to
128
this lady?

ORSINO
    Ay, that’s the theme.

Gives a jewel

To her in haste: give her this jewel: say

My love can
give no place
, bide no
denay.
131

Exeunt

Act 2 Scene 5

running scene 10

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew and Fabian

SIR TOBY
    
Come thy ways
1
, Signior Fabian.

FABIAN
    Nay, I’ll come. If I lose a
scruple
2
of this sport, let me

be
boiled
3
to death with melancholy.

SIR TOBY
    Wouldst thou not be glad to have the
niggardly
4

rascally
sheep-biter
5
come by some notable shame?

FABIAN
    I would exult, man. You know he brought me out

o’favour with my lady about a
bear-baiting
7
here.

SIR TOBY
    To anger him we’ll have the bear again, and we will

fool him black and blue.
9
Shall we not, Sir Andrew?

SIR ANDREW
    An we do not, it is
pity of our lives.
10

Enter Maria

To Maria

SIR TOBY
    Here comes the little villain.— How now,

my
metal of India?
12

MARIA
    Get ye all three into the
box-tree
13
: Malvolio’s coming

down this
walk.
14
He has been yonder i’the sun practising

behaviour
15
to his own shadow this half hour. Observe him,

for the love of mockery, for I know this letter will make a

They hide

contemplative
idiot of him.
Close
17
, in the name of

jesting! Lie thou there, for here comes the trout that must be

caught with
tickling.
19

Puts a letter on the ground

Exit


Sir Toby and the others are not heard by Malvolio

Enter Malvolio

MALVOLIO
    ’Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me

she
did
affect
me, and I have heard herself come
thus near
21
,

that should she
fancy
22
, it should be one of my complexion.

Besides, she
uses
23
me with a more exalted respect than

anyone else that
follows
24
her. What should I think on’t?

SIR TOBY
    Here’s an
overweening
25
rogue!

FABIAN
    O, peace! Contemplation makes a
rare
turkey-cock
26

of him. How he
jets
under his
advanced plumes!
27

SIR ANDREW
    
’Slight
28
, I could so beat the rogue!

SIR TOBY
    Peace, I say.

MALVOLIO
    To be Count Malvolio!

SIR TOBY
    Ah, rogue!

SIR ANDREW
    
Pistol
32
him, pistol him.

SIR TOBY
    Peace, peace!

MALVOLIO
    There is
example
for’t: the
lady of the Strachy
34

married the
yeoman of the wardrobe.
35

SIR ANDREW
    Fie on him,
Jezebel!
36

FABIAN
    O, peace! Now he’s deeply
in
37
: look how imagination

blows him.
38

MALVOLIO
    Having been three months married to her, sitting in

my
state
40

SIR TOBY
    O, for a
stone-bow
41
to hit him in the eye!

MALVOLIO
    Calling my
officers
about me, in my
branched
42
velvet

gown, having come from a
daybed
43
, where I have left Olivia

sleeping—

SIR TOBY
    Fire and brimstone!

FABIAN
    O, peace, peace!

MALVOLIO
    And then to have the
humour of state
47
, and after a

demure travel of regard
48
, telling them I know my place as I

would
they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman
Toby
49

SIR TOBY
    
Bolts and shackles!
50

FABIAN
    O peace, peace, peace! Now, now.

MALVOLIO
    Seven of my
people
, with an obedient
start
,
make
52

out for him. I frown the while, and
perchance
53
wind up my

watch, or play with
my—
54
some rich jewel. Toby approaches;

curtsies
55
there to me—

SIR TOBY
    Shall this fellow live?

FABIAN
    Though our silence be drawn from us with
cars
57
, yet

peace.

MALVOLIO
    I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my

familiar
smile with an austere
regard of control
60

SIR TOBY
    And does not Toby
take
61
you a blow o’the lips then?

MALVOLIO
    Saying, ‘
Cousin
62
Toby, my fortunes having cast me

on your niece give me this
prerogative
63
of speech’—

SIR TOBY
    What, what?

MALVOLIO
    ‘You must amend your drunkenness.’

SIR TOBY
    Out,
scab!
66

FABIAN
    Nay, patience, or we break the
sinews
67
of our plot.

MALVOLIO
    ‘Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a

foolish knight’—

SIR ANDREW
    That’s me, I warrant you.

MALVOLIO
    ‘One Sir Andrew’–

SIR ANDREW
    I knew ’twas I, for many do call me fool.

Picks up the letter

MALVOLIO
    What
employment
73
have we here?

FABIAN
    Now is the
woodcock
near the
gin.
74

SIR TOBY
    O, peace! And the spirit of
humours
intimate
75

reading aloud to him.

MALVOLIO
    By my life, this is my lady’s
hand
77
these be her very

C’s, her U’s and her T’s
, and thus makes she her
great P’s.
78
It

is
in contempt of
79
question her hand.

SIR ANDREW
    Her C’s, her U’s and her T’s. Why that?

Reads

MALVOLIO
    ‘To the unknown beloved, this, and my good

wishes.’ Her very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! And the

impressure
her
Lucrece
, with which she
uses to seal.
83
’Tis my

lady. To whom should this be?

FABIAN
    This wins him,
liver
85
and all.

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