| Twelfth Night
| Act 2, Scene 5
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIANSIR TOBY BELCH
Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.FABIAN
Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,SIR TOBY BELCH
let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardlyFABIAN
rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o'SIR TOBY BELCH
favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.
To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we willSIR ANDREW
fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?
An we do not, it is pity of our lives.SIR TOBY BELCH
Here comes the little villain.MARIA
Enter MARIAHow now, my metal of India!
Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio'sMALVOLIO
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the
sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half
hour: observe 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 letterfor here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once toldSIR TOBY BELCH
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 on't?
Here's an overweening rogue!FABIAN
O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cockSIR ANDREW
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!
'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!SIR TOBY BELCH
Peace, I say.MALVOLIO
To be Count Malvolio!SIR TOBY BELCH
Ah, rogue!SIR ANDREW
Pistol him, pistol him.SIR TOBY BELCH
There is example for't; the lady of the StrachySIR ANDREW
married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
Fie on him, Jezebel!FABIAN
O, peace! now he's deeply in: look howMALVOLIO
imagination blows him.
Having been three months married to her, sitting inSIR TOBY BELCH
O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!MALVOLIO
Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvetSIR TOBY BELCH
gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left
Fire and brimstone!FABIAN
O, peace, peace!MALVOLIO
And then to have the humour of state; and after aSIR TOBY BELCH
demure travel of regard, telling them I know my
place as I would they should do theirs, to for my
Bolts and shackles!FABIAN
O peace, peace, peace! now, now.MALVOLIO
Seven of my people, with an obedient start, makeSIR TOBY BELCH
out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind
up watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby
approaches; courtesies there to me,--
Shall this fellow live?FABIAN
Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.MALVOLIO
I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiarSIR TOBY BELCH
smile with an austere regard of control,--
And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?MALVOLIO
Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me onSIR TOBY BELCH
your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'--
'You must amend your drunkenness.'SIR TOBY BELCH
Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.MALVOLIO
'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time withSIR ANDREW
a foolish knight,'--
That's me, I warrant you.MALVOLIO
'One Sir Andrew,'--SIR ANDREW
I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.MALVOLIO
What employment have we here?FABIAN
Taking up the letter
Now is the woodcock near the gin.SIR TOBY BELCH
O, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate readingMALVOLIO
aloud to him!
By my life, this is my lady's hand these be herSIR ANDREW
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.
Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?MALVOLIO
[Reads] 'To the unknown beloved, this, and my goodFABIAN
wishes:'--her very phrases! By your leave, wax.
Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she
uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?
This wins him, liver and all.MALVOLIO
[Reads]SIR TOBY BELCH
Jove knows I love: But who?
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
Marry, hang thee, brock!MALVOLIO
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.
A fustian riddle!SIR TOBY BELCH
Excellent wench, say I.MALVOLIO
'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first, letFABIAN
me see, let me see, let me see.
What dish o' poison has she dressed him!SIR TOBY BELCH
And with what wing the staniel cheques at it!MALVOLIO
'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may commandSIR TOBY BELCH
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 in me,--Softly! M, O, A,
O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.FABIAN
Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be asMALVOLIO
rank as a fox.
M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name.FABIAN
Did not I say he would work it out? the cur isMALVOLIO
excellent at faults.
M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel;FABIAN
that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.
And O shall end, I hope.SIR TOBY BELCH
Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!MALVOLIO
And then I comes behind.FABIAN
Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might seeMALVOLIO
more detraction at your heels than fortunes before
M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: andFABIAN
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
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 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,
Daylight and champaign 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 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 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
Reads'Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou
entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling;
thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my
presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.'
Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do
everything that thou wilt have me.
I will not give my part of this sport for a pensionSIR TOBY BELCH
of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
I could marry this wench for this device.SIR ANDREW
So could I too.SIR TOBY BELCH
And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.SIR ANDREW
Nor I neither.FABIAN
Here comes my noble gull-catcher.SIR TOBY BELCH
Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?SIR ANDREW
Or o' mine either?SIR TOBY BELCH
Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thySIR ANDREW
I' faith, or I either?SIR TOBY BELCH
Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that whenMARIA
the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?SIR TOBY BELCH
Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.MARIA
If you will then see the fruits of the sport, markSIR TOBY BELCH
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 addicted to a
melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him
into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow
To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!SIR ANDREW
I'll make one too.
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