ACT III - Scene IV Twelfth Night

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Olivia’s garden.

	Enter Olivia* and Maria.*
Olivia	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, And suits well for a servant with my fortunes: Where is Malvolio?
Maria	He’s coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is, sure, possessed, madam.
Olivia	Why, what’s the matter? does he rave?
Maria	No, madam, he does nothing but smile: your ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in’s wits.
Olivia	Go call him hither. Exit Maria. I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be.
	Reenter Maria, with Malvolio.
	How now, Malvolio!
Malvolio	Sweet lady, ho, ho.
Olivia	Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
Malvolio	Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, “Please one, and please all.”
Olivia	Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?
Malvolio	Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
Olivia	Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Malvolio	To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I’ll come to thee.
Olivia	God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss thy hand so oft?
Maria	How do you, Malvolio?
Malvolio	At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
Maria	Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
Malvolio	“Be not afraid of greatness:” ’twas well writ.
Olivia	What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Malvolio	“Some are born great,”⁠—
Olivia	Ha!
Malvolio	“Some achieve greatness,”⁠—
Olivia	What sayest thou?
Malvolio	“And some have greatness thrust upon them.”
Olivia	Heaven restore thee!
Malvolio	“Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,”⁠—
Olivia	Thy yellow stockings!
Malvolio	“And wished to see thee cross-gartered.”
Olivia	Cross-gartered!
Malvolio	“Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;”⁠—
Olivia	Am I made?
Malvolio	“If not, let me see thee a servant still.”
Olivia	Why, this is very midsummer madness.
	Enter Servant.
Servant	Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino’s is returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship’s pleasure.
Olivia	I’ll come to him. 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. Exeunt Olivia* and Maria.*
Malvolio	O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. “Cast thy humble slough,” says she; “be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity;” and consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away now, “Let this fellow be looked to:” fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance⁠—What can be said? Nothing that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
	Reenter Maria, with Sir Toby* and Fabian.*
Sir Toby	Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.
Fabian	Here he is, here he is. How is’t with you, sir? how is’t with you, man?
Malvolio	Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go off.
Maria	Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
Malvolio	Ah, ha! does she so?
Sir Toby	Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal 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.
Malvolio	Do you know what you say?
Maria	La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
Fabian	Carry his water to the wise woman.
Maria	Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I’ll say.
Malvolio	How now, mistress!
Maria	O Lord!
Sir Toby	Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.
Fabian	No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.
Sir Toby	Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck?
Malvolio	Sir!
Sir Toby	Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! ’tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him, foul collier!
Maria	Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
Malvolio	My prayers, minx!
Maria	No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
Malvolio	Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element: you shall know more hereafter. Exit.
Sir Toby	Is’t possible?
Fabian	If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Sir Toby	His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
Maria	Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
Fabian	Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
Maria	The house will be the quieter.
Sir Toby	Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he’s mad: we may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him: at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see.
	Enter Sir Andrew.
Fabian	More matter for a May morning.
Sir Andrew	Here’s the challenge, read it: I warrant there’s vinegar and pepper in’t.
Fabian	Is’t so saucy?
Sir Andrew	Ay, is’t, I warrant him: do but read.
Sir Toby	Give me. Reads. “Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.”
Fabian	Good, and valiant.
Sir Toby	Reads. “Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for’t.”
Fabian	A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
Sir Toby	Reads. “Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.”
Fabian	Very brief, and to exceeding good sense⁠—less.
Sir Toby	Reads. “I will waylay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,”⁠—
Fabian	Good.
Sir Toby	Reads. “Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.”
Fabian	Still you keep o’ the windy side of the law: good.
Sir Toby	Reads. “Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, “Andrew Aguecheek.” If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I’ll give’t him.
Maria	You may have very fit occasion for’t: he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.
Sir Toby	Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him. Away!
Sir Andrew	Nay, let me alone for swearing. Exit.
Sir Toby	Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, as I know his youth will aptly receive it, into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity. This will so fright them both that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.
	Reenter Olivia, with Viola.
Fabian	Here he comes with your niece: give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
Sir Toby	I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge. Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
Olivia	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.
Viola	With the same ’havior that your passion bears Goes on my master’s grief.
Olivia	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. What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny, That honour saved may upon asking give?
Viola	Nothing but this; your true love for my master.
Olivia	How with mine honour may I give him that Which I have given to you?
Viola	I will acquit you.
Olivia	Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well: A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell. Exit.
	Reenter Sir Toby* and Fabian.*
Sir Toby	Gentleman, God save thee.
Viola	And you, sir.
Sir Toby	That defence thou hast, betake thee to’t: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.
Viola	You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.
Sir Toby	You’ll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man withal.
Viola	I pray you, sir, what is he?
Sir Toby	He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give’t or take’t.
Viola	I will return again into the house and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man of that quirk.
Sir Toby	Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury: therefore, get you on and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you must, that’s certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.
Viola	This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is: it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
Sir Toby	I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return. Exit.
Viola	Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
Fabian	I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.
Viola	I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
Fabian	Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
Viola	I shall be much bound to you for’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.
	Reenter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.
Sir Toby	Why, man, he’s a very devil; I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Sir Andrew	Pox on’t, I’ll not meddle with him.
Sir Toby	Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
Sir Andrew	Plague on’t, an I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I’ld have seen him damned ere I’ld have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I’ll give him my horse, grey Capilet.
Sir Toby	I’ll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on’t: this shall end without the perdition of souls. Aside. Marry, I’ll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
	Reenter Fabian* and Viola.*
	To Fabian. I have his horse to take up the quarrel: I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil.
Fabian	He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
Sir Toby	To Viola. There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for’s oath sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.
Viola	Aside. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
Fabian	Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir Toby	Come, Sir Andrew, there’s no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour’s sake, have one bout with you; he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to’t.
Sir Andrew	Pray God, he keep his oath!
Viola	I do assure you, ’tis against my will. They draw.
	Enter Antonio.
Antonio	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 Toby	You, sir! why, what are you?
Antonio	One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir Toby	Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. They draw.
	Enter Officers.
Fabian	O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
Sir Toby	I’ll be with you anon.
Viola	Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
Sir Andrew	Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you, I’ll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily and reins well.
First Officer	This is the man; do thy office.
Second Officer	Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
Antonio	You do mistake me, sir.
First Officer	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.
Antonio	I must obey. To Viola. 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 Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed; But be of comfort.
Second Officer	Come, sir, away.
Antonio	I must entreat of you some of that money.
Viola	What money, sir? 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: Hold, there’s half my coffer.
Antonio	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 That I have done for you.
Viola	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 Inhabits our frail blood.
Antonio	O heavens themselves!
Second Officer	Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Antonio	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, And to his image, which methought did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
First Officer	What’s that to us? The time goes by: away!
Antonio	But O how vile an idol proves this god! Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. 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 Officer	The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir.
Antonio	Lead me on. Exit with Officers.
Viola	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!
Sir Toby	Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we’ll whisper o’er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Viola	He named Sebastian: I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such and so In favour was my brother, and he went 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 Toby	A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
Fabian	A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
Sir Andrew	’Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.
Sir Toby	Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
Sir Andrew	An I do not⁠—Exit.
Fabian	Come, let’s see the event.
Sir Toby	I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet. Exeunt.

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