Twelfth Night: Or What You Will Page #4

Possess us, possess us

tell us something of him.

- Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.

- O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog!

The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing

constantly, but a time-pleaser

so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is

his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him

and on that vice in him will my revenge find

notable cause to work.

What wilt thou do?

I will drop in his way some obscure

epistles of love

wherein he shall find

himself most feelingly personated.

I can write very

like my lady your niece

on a forgotten matter we

can hardly make distinction of our hands.

- Excellent! I smell a device.

-I have't in my nose too.

But for this night...

To bed...

Dream on the event.

Farewell.

Good night, Penthesilea!

Before me, she's a good wench.

She's a beagle, true-bred,

and one that adores me...

what o' that?

I was adored once too.

Come, come, I'll go burn some sack

'tis too late to go to bed now

Disguise...

I see, thou art a wickedness,

Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.

How will this fadge?

As I am man,

My state is desperate for my master's love

As I am woman,

now alas the day!

What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!

Come hither, boy!

Come, boy. Come!

How will she love, when the rich golden shaft

Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else...

That live in her.

when liver, brain and heart,

are all supplied with one self king!

Sir, shall I to this lady?

Ay, that's the theme.

To her in haste...

Tell her my love can give no place,

bide no denay.

Malvolio is

coming down this walk!

Come thy ways, Signior Fabian. Wouldst thou not

be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter

come by some notable shame?

He brought me out o' favour with

my lady about a bear-baiting here.

Get ye all three into the box-tree!

"My Lady..."

"My Lady. Countess..."

for here comes the trout

that must be caught with tickling.

'Tis but fortune all is fortune..

Maria once told 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

'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!

-To be Count Malvolio!...

-Ah, rogue!

Having been three months married to her,

-... sitting in my state...

-O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!!

Calling my officers about me,

in my branched velvet gown...

having come from a day-bed,

where I have left

Olivia sleeping,...

and then, after a demure

travel of regard,

telling them I know my

place as I would they should do theirs,

-to ask for my kinsman: Toby!

I frown the while

and perchance wind up my watch,...

... or play with my -

- some rich jewel.

Toby approaches courtesies there to me,

I extend my hand to him...

...thus saying, 'Cousin Toby,

You must amend your drunkenness!'

Out, scab!

What employment have we here?

By my life, this is my lady's hand!

"'To the unknown... beloved"

"... this, and my good wishes."

By your leave, wax.

Soft!...

and the impressure her Lucrece,

with which she uses to seal.

'tis my lady.

To whom should this be?

"Jove knows I love: But who? "

"Lips, do not move

No man must know. "

"'No man must know "?

if this should be thee, 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. "

-M.O.A.I...

- Excellent wench, say I.

Let me see... "M.O.A.I."

" I may command where I adore."

Why, she may command

me:
I serve her she is my lady.

and the end,-what should

that alphabetical position portend? "M.O.A.I"?

Moai... Moa... i... M!

M,- Malvolio M,- why, that begins my name!

A should follow but O does.

and 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.

"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.."

"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 co-...

"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,

THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY."

Daylight and champaign

discovers not more.

I will be proud,

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.

Jove and my stars be praised!

Here is yet a postscript!

"Y'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.!

Jove, I thank thee!

Jove, I am happy!

- I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands!

- I could marry this wench for this device!

-Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?

-Or o' mine either?

- Nay, but say true does it work upon him?

- Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.

Then, mark his first approach

before my lady:

he will come to

her in yellow stockings,

and 'tis a colour she abhors!

Save thee, friend,

dost thou live by thy music?

- No, sir, I live by the church.

-Art thou a churchman?

No such matter, sir: I do live by the church

for I do live at my house,

and my house doth stand by

the church.

Hold, there's expenses for thee.

Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair,

send thee a beard!

By my troth, I'll tell thee,

I am almost sick for one

though I would not have it

grow on my chin.

Is thy

lady within?

I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir,

to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

I understand you, sir 'tis well begged.

The matter, I hope, is not great, sir,

begging but a beggar:

Cressida was a beggar.

My lady is within, sir.

I will construe to her whence you come

- Save you, gentleman.

- And you, sir.

-Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

- Et vous aussi votre serviteur.

I hope, sir, you are

as I am yours.

my niece is desirous

you should enter, if your trade be to her.

your niece, sir is the list of my voyage.

But we are prevented.

Most excellent accomplished lady,

the heavens rain odours on you!

'Rain odours'? well.

That youth's a rare courtier:

My matter hath no voice, to your own

most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:'

I'll get 'em all three all ready.

Let the garden door be shut,

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