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◈ Twelfth Night, Or What You Will (십이야) ◈

◇ Act I ◇

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 1. Act I, Scene 1
 2. Act I, Scene 2
 3. Act I, Scene 3
 4. Act I, Scene 4
 5. Act I, Scene 5

1. Act I, Scene 1

0 DUKE ORSINO’s palace.
 
1 [Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending]
 
2 Orsino.
3       If music be the food of love, play on;
4       Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
5       The appetite may sicken, and so die.
6       That strain again! it had a dying fall:
7       O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
8       That breathes upon a bank of violets,
9       Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
10       'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
11       O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
12       That, notwithstanding thy capacity
13       Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
14       Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
15       But falls into abatement and low price,
16       Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
17       That it alone is high fantastical.
18 Curio.
19       Will you go hunt, my lord?
20 Orsino.
21       What, Curio?
22 Curio.
23       The hart.
24 Orsino.
25       Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
26       O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
27       Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
28       That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
29       And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
30       E'er since pursue me.
31       [Enter VALENTINE]
32       How now! what news from her?
33 Valentine.
34       So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
35       But from her handmaid do return this answer:
36       The element itself, till seven years' heat,
37       Shall not behold her face at ample view;
38       But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
39       And water once a day her chamber round
40       With eye-offending brine: all this to season
41       A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
42       And lasting in her sad remembrance.
43 Orsino.
44       O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
45       To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
46       How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
47       Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
48       That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
49       These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd
50       Her sweet perfections with one self king!
51       Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
52       Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.
 
53 [Exeunt]
 

2. Act I, Scene 2

0 The sea-coast.
 
1 [Enter VIOLA, a Captain, and Sailors]
 
2 Viola.
3       What country, friends, is this?
4 Captain.
5       This is Illyria, lady.
6 Viola.
7       And what should I do in Illyria?
8       My brother he is in Elysium.
9       Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?
10 Captain.
11       It is perchance that you yourself were saved.
12 Viola.
13       O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.
14 Captain.
15       True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
16       Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
17       When you and those poor number saved with you
18       Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
19       Most provident in peril, bind himself,
20       Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,
21       To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
22       Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
23       I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
24       So long as I could see.
25 Viola.
26       For saying so, there's gold:
27       Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
28       Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
29       The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
30 Captain.
31       Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
32       Not three hours' travel from this very place.
33 Viola.
34       Who governs here?
35 Captain.
36       A noble duke, in nature as in name.
37 Viola.
38       What is the name?
39 Captain.
40       Orsino.
41 Viola.
42       Orsino! I have heard my father name him:
43       He was a bachelor then.
44 Captain.
45       And so is now, or was so very late;
46       For but a month ago I went from hence,
47       And then 'twas fresh in murmur,—as, you know,
48       What great ones do the less will prattle of,—
49       That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
50 Viola.
51       What's she?
52 Captain.
53       A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
54       That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her
55       In the protection of his son, her brother,
56       Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,
57       They say, she hath abjured the company
58       And sight of men.
59 Viola.
60       O that I served that lady
61       And might not be delivered to the world,
62       Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
63       What my estate is!
64 Captain.
65       That were hard to compass;
66       Because she will admit no kind of suit,
67       No, not the duke's.
68 Viola.
69       There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
70       And though that nature with a beauteous wall
71       Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
72       I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
73       With this thy fair and outward character.
74       I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
75       Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
76       For such disguise as haply shall become
77       The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
78       Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
79       It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
80       And speak to him in many sorts of music
81       That will allow me very worth his service.
82       What else may hap to time I will commit;
83       Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
84 Captain.
85       Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
86       When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
87 Viola.
88       I thank thee: lead me on.
 
89 [Exeunt]
 

3. Act I, Scene 3

0 OLIVIA’S house.
 
1 [Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA]
 
2 Sir Toby Belch.
3       What a plague means my niece, to take the death of
4       her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
5 Maria.
6       By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'
7       nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great
8       exceptions to your ill hours.
9 Sir Toby Belch.
10       Why, let her except, before excepted.
11 Maria.
12       Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest
13       limits of order.
14 Sir Toby Belch.
15       Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:
16       these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
17       these boots too: an they be not, let them hang
18       themselves in their own straps.
19 Maria.
20       That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard
21       my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish
22       knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
23 Sir Toby Belch.
24       Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
25 Maria.
26       Ay, he.
27 Sir Toby Belch.
28       He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
29 Maria.
30       What's that to the purpose?
31 Sir Toby Belch.
32       Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.
33 Maria.
34       Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
35       he's a very fool and a prodigal.
36 Sir Toby Belch.
37       Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the
38       viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages
39       word for word without book, and hath all the good
40       gifts of nature.
41 Maria.
42       He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that
43       he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: and but that
44       he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he
45       hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent
46       he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
47 Sir Toby Belch.
48       By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors
49       that say so of him. Who are they?
50 Maria.
51       They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
52 Sir Toby Belch.
53       With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to
54       her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
55       drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill
56       that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn
57       o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench!
58       Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
 
59 [Enter SIR ANDREW]
 
60 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
61       Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!
62 Sir Toby Belch.
63       Sweet Sir Andrew!
64 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
65       Bless you, fair shrew.
66 Maria.
67       And you too, sir.
68 Sir Toby Belch.
69       Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
70 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
71       What's that?
72 Sir Toby Belch.
73       My niece's chambermaid.
74 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
75       Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
76 Maria.
77       My name is Mary, sir.
78 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
79       Good Mistress Mary Accost,—
80 Sir Toby Belch.
81       You mistake, knight; 'accost' is front her, board
82       her, woo her, assail her.
83 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
84       By my troth, I would not undertake her in this
85       company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'?
86 Maria.
87       Fare you well, gentlemen.
88 Sir Toby Belch.
89       An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst
90       never draw sword again.
91 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
92       An you part so, mistress, I would I might never
93       draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have
94       fools in hand?
95 Maria.
96       Sir, I have not you by the hand.
97 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
98       Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.
99 Maria.
100       Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
101       your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
102 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
103       Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?
104 Maria.
105       It's dry, sir.
106 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
107       Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
108       keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
109 Maria.
110       A dry jest, sir.
111 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
112       Are you full of them?
113 Maria.
114       Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,
115       now I let go your hand, I am barren.
 
116 [Exit]
 
117 Sir Toby Belch.
118       O knight thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I
119       see thee so put down?
120 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
121       Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary
122       put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit
123       than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a
124       great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.
125 Sir Toby Belch.
126       No question.
127 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
128       An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home
129       to-morrow, Sir Toby.
130 Sir Toby Belch.
131       Pourquoi, my dear knight?
132 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
133       What is 'Pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had
134       bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in
135       fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but
136       followed the arts!
137 Sir Toby Belch.
138       Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
139 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
140       Why, would that have mended my hair?
141 Sir Toby Belch.
142       Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.
143 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
144       But it becomes me well enough, does't not?
145 Sir Toby Belch.
146       Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I
147       hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs
148       and spin it off.
149 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
150       Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece
151       will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one
152       she'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.
153 Sir Toby Belch.
154       She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above
155       her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I
156       have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't,
157       man.
158 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
159       I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the
160       strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques
161       and revels sometimes altogether.
162 Sir Toby Belch.
163       Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?
164 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
165       As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the
166       degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare
167       with an old man.
168 Sir Toby Belch.
169       What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
170 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
171       Faith, I can cut a caper.
172 Sir Toby Belch.
173       And I can cut the mutton to't.
174 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
175       And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong
176       as any man in Illyria.
177 Sir Toby Belch.
178       Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have
179       these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to
180       take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost
181       thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in
182       a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not
183       so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What
184       dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in?
185       I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy
186       leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
187 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
188       Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
189       flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?
190 Sir Toby Belch.
191       What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?
192 Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
193       Taurus! That's sides and heart.
194 Sir Toby Belch.
195       No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see the
196       caper; ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent!
 
197 [Exeunt]
 

4. Act I, Scene 4

0 DUKE ORSINO’s palace.
 
1 [Enter VALENTINE and VIOLA in man's attire]
 
2 Valentine.
3       If the duke continue these favours towards you,
4       Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath
5       known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.
6 Viola.
7       You either fear his humour or my negligence, that
8       you call in question the continuance of his love:
9       is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?
10 Valentine.
11       No, believe me.
12 Viola.
13       I thank you. Here comes the count.
 
14 [Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and Attendants]
 
15 Orsino.
16       Who saw Cesario, ho?
17 Viola.
18       On your attendance, my lord; here.
19 Orsino.
20       Stand you a while aloof, Cesario,
21       Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
22       To thee the book even of my secret soul:
23       Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
24       Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
25       And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
26       Till thou have audience.
27 Viola.
28       Sure, my noble lord,
29       If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
30       As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
31 Orsino.
32       Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
33       Rather than make unprofited return.
34 Viola.
35       Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
36 Orsino.
37       O, then unfold the passion of my love,
38       Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
39       It shall become thee well to act my woes;
40       She will attend it better in thy youth
41       Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.
42 Viola.
43       I think not so, my lord.
44 Orsino.
45       Dear lad, believe it;
46       For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
47       That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
48       Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
49       Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
50       And all is semblative a woman's part.
51       I know thy constellation is right apt
52       For this affair. Some four or five attend him;
53       All, if you will; for I myself am best
54       When least in company. Prosper well in this,
55       And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
56       To call his fortunes thine.
57 Viola.
58       I'll do my best
59       To woo your lady:
60       [Aside]
61       yet, a barful strife!
62       Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
 
63 [Exeunt]
 

5. Act I, Scene 5

0 OLIVIA’S house.
 
1 [Enter MARIA and Clown]
 
2 Maria.
3       Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will
4       not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in
5       way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
6 Feste.
7       Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this
8       world needs to fear no colours.
9 Maria.
10       Make that good.
11 Feste.
12       He shall see none to fear.
13 Maria.
14       A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that
15       saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'
16 Feste.
17       Where, good Mistress Mary?
18 Maria.
19       In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.
20 Feste.
21       Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those
22       that are fools, let them use their talents.
23 Maria.
24       Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or,
25       to be turned away, is not that as good as a hanging to you?
26 Feste.
27       Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and,
28       for turning away, let summer bear it out.
29 Maria.
30       You are resolute, then?
31 Feste.
32       Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.
33 Maria.
34       That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both
35       break, your gaskins fall.
36 Feste.
37       Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if
38       Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
39       piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
40 Maria.
41       Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my
42       lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.
 
43 [Exit]
 
44 Feste.
45       Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling!
46       Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft
47       prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may
48       pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapalus?
49       'Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.'
50       [Enter OLIVIA with MALVOLIO]
51       God bless thee, lady!
52 Olivia.
53       Take the fool away.
54 Feste.
55       Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
56 Olivia.
57       Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you:
58       besides, you grow dishonest.
59 Feste.
60       Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel
61       will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is
62       the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend
63       himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if
64       he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing
65       that's mended is but patched: virtue that
66       transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that
67       amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
68       simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,
69       what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but
70       calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
71       away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
72 Olivia.
73       Sir, I bade them take away you.
74 Feste.
75       Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non
76       facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not
77       motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to
78       prove you a fool.
79 Olivia.
80       Can you do it?
81 Feste.
82       Dexterously, good madonna.
83 Olivia.
84       Make your proof.
85 Feste.
86       I must catechise you for it, madonna: good my mouse
87       of virtue, answer me.
88 Olivia.
89       Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.
90 Feste.
91       Good madonna, why mournest thou?
92 Olivia.
93       Good fool, for my brother's death.
94 Feste.
95       I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
96 Olivia.
97       I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
98 Feste.
99       The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's
100       soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.
101 Olivia.
102       What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend?
103 Malvolio.
104       Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him:
105       infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the
106       better fool.
107 Feste.
108       God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the
109       better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be
110       sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his
111       word for two pence that you are no fool.
112 Olivia.
113       How say you to that, Malvolio?
114 Malvolio.
115       I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a
116       barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day
117       with an ordinary fool that has no more brain
118       than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard
119       already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to
120       him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men,
121       that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better
122       than the fools' zanies.
123 Olivia.
124       Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
125       with a distempered appetite. To be generous,
126       guiltless and of free disposition, is to take those
127       things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets:
128       there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do
129       nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet
130       man, though he do nothing but reprove.
131 Feste.
132       Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou
133       speakest well of fools!
 
134 [Re-enter MARIA]
 
135 Maria.
136       Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much
137       desires to speak with you.
138 Olivia.
139       From the Count Orsino, is it?
140 Maria.
141       I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.
142 Olivia.
143       Who of my people hold him in delay?
144 Maria.
145       Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.
146 Olivia.
147       Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but
148       madman: fie on him!
149       [Exit MARIA]
150       Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I
151       am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it.
152       [Exit MALVOLIO]
153       Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and
154       people dislike it.
155 Feste.
156       Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest
157       son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with
158       brains! for,—here he comes,—one of thy kin has a
159       most weak pia mater.
 
160 [Enter SIR TOBY BELCH]
 
161 Olivia.
162       By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin?
163 Sir Toby Belch.
164       A gentleman.
165 Olivia.
166       A gentleman! what gentleman?
167 Sir Toby Belch.
168       'Tis a gentle man here—a plague o' these
169       pickle-herring! How now, sot!
170 Feste.
171       Good Sir Toby!
172 Olivia.
173       Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?
174 Sir Toby Belch.
175       Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.
176 Olivia.
177       Ay, marry, what is he?
178 Sir Toby Belch.
179       Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give
180       me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.
 
181 [Exit]
 
182 Olivia.
183       What's a drunken man like, fool?
184 Feste.
185       Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one
186       draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads
187       him; and a third drowns him.
188 Olivia.
189       Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my
190       coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's
191       drowned: go, look after him.
192 Feste.
193       He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look
194       to the madman.
 
195 [Exit]
 
196 [Re-enter MALVOLIO]
 
197 Malvolio.
198       Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with
199       you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to
200       understand so much, and therefore comes to speak
201       with you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to
202       have a foreknowledge of that too, and therefore
203       comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him,
204       lady? he's fortified against any denial.
205 Olivia.
206       Tell him he shall not speak with me.
207 Malvolio.
208       Has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your
209       door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter to
210       a bench, but he'll speak with you.
211 Olivia.
212       What kind o' man is he?
213 Malvolio.
214       Why, of mankind.
215 Olivia.
216       What manner of man?
217 Malvolio.
218       Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no.
219 Olivia.
220       Of what personage and years is he?
221 Malvolio.
222       Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for
223       a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a
224       cooling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him
225       in standing water, between boy and man. He is very
226       well-favoured and he speaks very shrewishly; one
227       would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.
228 Olivia.
229       Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman.
230 Malvolio.
231       Gentlewoman, my lady calls.
 
232 [Exit]
 
233 [Re-enter MARIA]
 
234 Olivia.
235       Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.
236       We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
 
237 [Enter VIOLA, and Attendants]
 
238 Viola.
239       The honourable lady of the house, which is she?
240 Olivia.
241       Speak to me; I shall answer for her.
242       Your will?
243 Viola.
244       Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,—I
245       pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,
246       for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away
247       my speech, for besides that it is excellently well
248       penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
249       beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
250       comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
251 Olivia.
252       Whence came you, sir?
253 Viola.
254       I can say little more than I have studied, and that
255       question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me
256       modest assurance if you be the lady of the house,
257       that I may proceed in my speech.
258 Olivia.
259       Are you a comedian?
260 Viola.
261       No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs
262       of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you
263       the lady of the house?
264 Olivia.
265       If I do not usurp myself, I am.
266 Viola.
267       Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp
268       yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours
269       to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will
270       on with my speech in your praise, and then show you
271       the heart of my message.
272 Olivia.
273       Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.
274 Viola.
275       Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
276 Olivia.
277       It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you,
278       keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates,
279       and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you
280       than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if
281       you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of
282       moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue.
283 Maria.
284       Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.
285 Viola.
286       No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
287       longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet
288       lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.
289 Olivia.
290       Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when
291       the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
292 Viola.
293       It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of
294       war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my
295       hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.
296 Olivia.
297       Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you?
298 Viola.
299       The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
300       learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
301       would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears,
302       divinity, to any other's, profanation.
303 Olivia.
304       Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
305       [Exeunt MARIA and Attendants]
306       Now, sir, what is your text?
307 Viola.
308       Most sweet lady,—
309 Olivia.
310       A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it.
311       Where lies your text?
312 Viola.
313       In Orsino's bosom.
314 Olivia.
315       In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
316 Viola.
317       To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
318 Olivia.
319       O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say?
320 Viola.
321       Good madam, let me see your face.
322 Olivia.
323       Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate
324       with my face? You are now out of your text: but
325       we will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
326       Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't
327       not well done?
 
328 [Unveiling]
 
329 Viola.
330       Excellently done, if God did all.
331 Olivia.
332       'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
333 Viola.
334       'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
335       Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
336       Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,
337       If you will lead these graces to the grave
338       And leave the world no copy.
339 Olivia.
340       O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give
341       out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be
342       inventoried, and every particle and utensil
343       labelled to my will: as, item, two lips,
344       indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to
345       them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were
346       you sent hither to praise me?
347 Viola.
348       I see you what you are, you are too proud;
349       But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
350       My lord and master loves you: O, such love
351       Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd
352       The nonpareil of beauty!
353 Olivia.
354       How does he love me?
355 Viola.
356       With adorations, fertile tears,
357       With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
358 Olivia.
359       Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:
360       Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
361       Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
362       In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant;
363       And in dimension and the shape of nature
364       A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him;
365       He might have took his answer long ago.
366 Viola.
367       If I did love you in my master's flame,
368       With such a suffering, such a deadly life,
369       In your denial I would find no sense;
370       I would not understand it.
371 Olivia.
372       Why, what would you?
373 Viola.
374       Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
375       And call upon my soul within the house;
376       Write loyal cantons of contemned love
377       And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
378       Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
379       And make the babbling gossip of the air
380       Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest
381       Between the elements of air and earth,
382       But you should pity me!
383 Olivia.
384       You might do much.
385       What is your parentage?
386 Viola.
387       Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
388       I am a gentleman.
389 Olivia.
390       Get you to your lord;
391       I cannot love him: let him send no more;
392       Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
393       To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:
394       I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.
395 Viola.
396       I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
397       My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
398       Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;
399       And let your fervor, like my master's, be
400       Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.
 
401 [Exit]
 
402 Olivia.
403       'What is your parentage?'
404       'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
405       I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;
406       Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,
407       Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast:
408       soft, soft!
409       Unless the master were the man. How now!
410       Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
411       Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
412       With an invisible and subtle stealth
413       To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
414       What ho, Malvolio!
 
415 [Re-enter MALVOLIO]
 
416 Malvolio.
417       Here, madam, at your service.
418 Olivia.
419       Run after that same peevish messenger,
420       The county's man: he left this ring behind him,
421       Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
422       Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
423       Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
424       If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
425       I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio.
426 Malvolio.
427       Madam, I will.
 
428 [Exit]
 
429 Olivia.
430       I do I know not what, and fear to find
431       Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
432       Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;
433       What is decreed must be, and be this so.
 
【 】Act I
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