ACT 2
Scene 5
...bide no denay.
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
...ways, Signior Fabian.
Nay, I’ll come. If I lose a scruple of this sport,
let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
...some notable shame?
I would exult, man. You know he brought me
out o’ favor with my lady about a bearbaiting here.
...name of jesting!
They hide.
...an overweening rogue.
aside
O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare
turkeycock of him. How he jets under his advanced
plumes!
...on him, Jezebel!
aside
O, peace, now he’s deeply in. Look how
imagination blows him.
...Fire and brimstone!
aside
O, peace, peace!
...Bolts and shackles!
aside
O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.
...this fellow live?
aside
Though our silence be drawn from us
with cars, yet peace!
...drunkenness.” Out, scab!
aside
Nay, patience, or we break the sinews
of our plot!
...have we here?
aside
Now is the woodcock near the gin.
...should this be?
aside
This wins him, liver and all.
...sway my life.
aside
A fustian riddle!
...let me see.
aside
What dish o’ poison has she dressed
him!
...a cold scent.
aside
Sowter will cry upon ’t for all this,
though it be as rank as a fox.
...begins my name!
aside
Did not I say he would work it out? The
cur is excellent at faults.
...but “O” does.
aside
And “O” shall end, I hope.
...“I” comes behind.
aside
Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you
might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes
before you.
...wilt have me.
I will not give my part of this sport for a
pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
... Enter Maria.
Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
...make one, too.
They exit.
ACT 3
Scene 2
...like his love.
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
...give thy reason.
You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
...see you now.
This was a great argument of love in her toward
you.
...ass o’ me?
I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of
judgment and reason.
...was a sailor.
She did show favor to the youth in your sight
only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse
valor, to put fire in your heart and brimstone in
your liver. You should then have accosted her, and
with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint,
you should have banged the youth into dumbness.
This was looked for at your hand, and this was
balked. The double gilt of this opportunity you let
time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north
of my lady’s opinion, where you will hang like an
icicle on a Dutchman’s beard, unless you do redeem
it by some laudable attempt either of valor or
policy.
...report of valor.
There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
...the cubiculo. Go.
This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.
...strong or so.
We shall have a rare letter from him. But you’ll
not deliver ’t?
...of th’ anatomy.
And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage
no great presage of cruelty.
...where he is.
They all exit.
Scene 4
...to be thanked.
Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
...speak to him.
Here he is, here he is.—How is ’t with you, sir?
How is ’t with you, man?
...be not bewitched!
Carry his water to th’ wisewoman.
...alone with him.
No way but gentleness, gently, gently. The
fiend is rough and will not be roughly used.
...Is ’t possible?
If this were played upon a stage now, I could
condemn it as an improbable fiction.
...air and taint.
Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
...Enter Sir Andrew.
More matter for a May morning.
...pepper in ’t.
Is ’t so saucy?
...a scurvy fellow.
Good, and valiant.
...reason for ’t.
A good note, that keeps you from the blow of
the law.
...challenge thee for.
Very brief, and to exceeding good sense—less.
...to kill me—
Good.
...and a villain.
Still you keep o’ th’ windy side of the law.
Good.
...Olivia and Viola.
Here he comes with your niece. Give them
way till he take leave, and presently after him.
...for a challenge.
Toby, Fabian, and Maria exit.
...soul to hell.
Enter Toby and Fabian.
...of this matter?
I know the knight is incensed against you even
to a mortal arbitrament, but nothing of the circumstance
more.
...man is he?
Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read
him by his form, as you are like to find him in the
proof of his valor. He is indeed, sir, the most skillful,
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.
...of my mettle.
They exit.
...I ride you.
Enter Fabian and Viola.
...youth’s a devil.
aside to Toby
He is as horribly conceited of
him, and pants and looks pale as if a bear were at his
heels.
...of a man.
Give ground if you see him furious.
... Enter Officers.
O, good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
...most sage saws.
Toby, Fabian, and Andrew move aside.
...cowardship, ask Fabian.
A coward, a most devout coward, religious
in it.
...I do not—
Come, let’s see the event.
...be nothing yet.
They exit.
ACT 4
Scene 1
...fourteen years’ purchase.
Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.
...Cesario.— Rudesby, begone!
Toby, Andrew, and Fabian exit.
ACT 5
Scene 1
...act of mine.
Enter Feste, the Fool and Fabian.
Now, as thou lov’st me, let me see his letter.
...me another request.
Anything.
...see this letter.
This is to give a dog and in recompense desire
my dog again.
...be looked to.
Toby, Andrew, Fool, and Fabian exit.
...shall enlarge him.
Enter Feste, the Fool with a letter, and Fabian.
...and give ear.
OLIVIA, giving letter to Fabian
...it you, sirrah.
(reads)
By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and
the world shall know it. Though you have put me into
darkness and given your drunken cousin rule over
me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your
Ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to
the semblance I put on, with the which I doubt not but
to do myself much right or you much shame. Think of
me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of
and speak out of my injury.
The madly used Malvolio.
...Bring him hither.
Fabian exits.
...You are she.
Enter Malvolio and Fabian.
...thine own cause.
Good madam, hear me speak,
And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wondered at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confess, myself and Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceived against him. Maria writ
The letter at Sir Toby’s great importance,
In recompense whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was followed
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge,
If that the injuries be justly weighed
That have on both sides passed.
...his fancy’s queen.
All but the Fool exit.