Authors: William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night (9 page)
Music
ORSINO
I prithee sing.
FESTE
The song
Sings
Come
away
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, come away, death,
And in sad
cypress
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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
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,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
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Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower, sweet
On my black coffin let there be
strewn.
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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
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, one time or
another.
ORSINO
Give me now
leave to leave
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thee.
FESTE
Now, the
melancholy god
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protect thee, and the
tailor make thy
doublet
of
changeable taffeta
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, for thy mind is
a very
opal.
I would have
men of such constancy
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put to sea,
that their business might be everything and
their intent
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everywhere, for
that’s it that always makes a good voyage of
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nothing. Farewell.
Exit
Curio and Attendants stand aside
ORSINO
Let all the rest
give place.
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Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of
dirty
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lands.
The
parts
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that fortune hath bestowed upon her
Tell her, I hold as
giddily
as
fortune.
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But ’tis that
miracle and queen of gems
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That nature
pranks
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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?
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ORSINO
There is no woman’s sides
Can
bide
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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.
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Alas, their love may be called
appetite
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,
No
motion
of the
liver
, but the
palate
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,
That
suffer
surfeit
,
cloyment
and
revolt.
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But
mine
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is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much. Make no
compare
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Between that love a woman can bear me
And that I
owe
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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?
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VIOLA
A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i’th’bud,
Feed on her
damask
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cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a
green and yellow
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melancholy
She sat like
patience on a monument
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,
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
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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
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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.
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Exeunt
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
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to death with melancholy.
SIR TOBY
Wouldst thou not be glad to have the
niggardly
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rascally
sheep-biter
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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
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here.
SIR TOBY
To anger him we’ll have the bear again, and we will
fool him black and blue.
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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,
MARIA
Get ye all three into the
box-tree
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: Malvolio’s coming
down this
walk.
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He has been yonder i’the sun practising
behaviour
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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
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, in the name of
jesting! Lie thou there, for here comes the trout that must be
caught with
tickling.
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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
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,
that should she
fancy
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, it should be one of my complexion.
Besides, she
uses
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me with a more exalted respect than
anyone else that
follows
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her. What should I think on’t?
SIR TOBY
Here’s an
overweening
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rogue!
FABIAN
O, peace! Contemplation makes a
rare
turkey-cock
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of him. How he
jets
under his
advanced plumes!
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SIR ANDREW
’Slight
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, I could so beat the rogue!
SIR TOBY
Peace, I say.
MALVOLIO
To be Count Malvolio!
SIR TOBY
Ah, rogue!
SIR ANDREW
Pistol
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him, pistol him.
SIR TOBY
Peace, peace!
MALVOLIO
There is
example
for’t: the
lady of the Strachy
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married the
yeoman of the wardrobe.
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SIR ANDREW
Fie on him,
Jezebel!
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FABIAN
O, peace! Now he’s deeply
in
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: look how imagination
MALVOLIO
Having been three months married to her, sitting in
my
state
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—
SIR TOBY
O, for a
stone-bow
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to hit him in the eye!
MALVOLIO
Calling my
officers
about me, in my
branched
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velvet
gown, having come from a
daybed
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, where I have left Olivia
sleeping—
SIR TOBY
Fire and brimstone!
FABIAN
O, peace, peace!
MALVOLIO
And then to have the
humour of state
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, and after a
demure travel of regard
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, telling them I know my place as I
would
they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman
Toby
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—
SIR TOBY
Bolts and shackles!
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FABIAN
O peace, peace, peace! Now, now.
MALVOLIO
Seven of my
people
, with an obedient
start
,
make
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out for him. I frown the while, and
perchance
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wind up my
watch, or play with
my—
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some rich jewel. Toby approaches;
curtsies
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there to me—
SIR TOBY
Shall this fellow live?
FABIAN
Though our silence be drawn from us with
cars
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, yet
peace.
MALVOLIO
I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my
familiar
smile with an austere
regard of control
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—
SIR TOBY
And does not Toby
take
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you a blow o’the lips then?
MALVOLIO
Saying, ‘
Cousin
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Toby, my fortunes having cast me
on your niece give me this
prerogative
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of speech’—
SIR TOBY
What, what?
MALVOLIO
‘You must amend your drunkenness.’
SIR TOBY
Out,
scab!
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FABIAN
Nay, patience, or we break the
sinews
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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
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have we here?
FABIAN
Now is the
woodcock
near the
gin.
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SIR TOBY
O, peace! And the spirit of
humours
intimate
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reading aloud to him.
MALVOLIO
By my life, this is my lady’s
hand
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these be her very
C’s, her U’s and her T’s
, and thus makes she her
great P’s.
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It
is
in contempt of
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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.
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’Tis my
lady. To whom should this be?
FABIAN
This wins him,
liver
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and all.
