Twelfth Night: Or What You Will Page #6

some two thousand strong, or so.

Yond gull Malvolio is

turned heathen.

- He's in yellow stockings.

- And cross-gartered?

How now... Malvolio...?

Sweet lady, ho, ho.

Smilest thou?

I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

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...

- 'Please one, and please all.'

- Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

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.

Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

To bed?

ay, sweet-heart.

and I'll come to thee.

God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so

and kiss thy hand so oft?

How do you, Malvolio?

Why appear you with this

ridiculous boldness before my lady?

'Be not afraid of greatness:'

'twas well writ.

'Some achieve greatness, and some

have greatness thrust upon them.'

'Remember who commended

thy yellow stockings,'

'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so '

'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'

Why, this is very

midsummer madness!

Madam, the young gentleman

of the Count Orsino's is returned.

I'll come to him.

Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to.

Where's my cousin Toby?

Let some of my people have a special care of him

O, ho! do you come near me now?

no worse man than

Sir Toby to look to me!

she sends him on purpose, that I may appear

stubborn to him 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!

What can be said?

Nothing that can be...

... can come between me and the full

prospect of my hopes.

If all the devils of hell be drawn in little,

yet I'll speak to him.

Go off I discard you.

Sir Toby, my lady prays you

to have a care of him.

Ah, ha! does she so?

- What, man! defy the devil!

- Do you know what you say?

La you, an you speak ill of the devil,

how he takes it at heart!

-Carry his water to the wise woman.

- it shall be done to-morrow morning.

- My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

- How now, mistress!

- let me enjoy my private.

- Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray!

My prayers, minx!

- No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

-you are idle shallow things...

I am not of your element: you shall know

more hereafter.

Is't possible?

If this were played upon a stage now, I could

condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound.

- Why, we shall make him mad indeed.

- My niece is already in the belief that he's mad

we may carry it thus,

for our pleasure and his penance.

a scurvy fellow thou art!

More matter for a May morning.

Here's the challenge, read it.

- I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.

- Is't so saucy?

'Youth, whatsoever thou art,

thou art but a scurvy fellow.'

Good, and valiant.

"Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my

sight she uses thee kindly."

"but that is not the matter

I challenge thee for"

Very brief, and to exceeding good sense...

" I will waylay thee going home where if it

be thy chance to kill me,..."

Good!

"...Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain."

Still you keep o' the windy side

of the law:
good.

"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.

He is now in some commerce with my lady,

but will by and by depart.

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! Away!

Nay, let me alone for swearing!

I will deliver his challenge by

word of mouth.

And I beseech you come again to-morrow.

What shall you ask of me that I'll deny?

Nothing but this

your true love for my master.

How with mine honour may I give him that

Which I have given to you?

I will acquit you!

Thou art a foolish fellow...

Will you make me believe

that I am not sent for you?

Go to, go to!...

Well, come again to-morrow:

fare thee well!

A fiend like thee

might bear my soul to hell!

-Let me be clear of thee!

-Well... Hell not.

- Gentleman, God save thee.

- And you, sir.

That defence thou hast,

betake thee to't.

of what nature the wrongs are thou hast

done him, I know not but thy intercepter

...bloody as the hunter,

attends thee at the orchard-end.

You mistake, sir I am sure no man

hath any quarrel to me.

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.

- I beseech you, sir, what is he?

- he is a devil in private brawl.

souls and bodies

hath he divorced three.

I will return again into the house and

desire some conduct of the lady.

I am no fighter.

I beseech you to know what my offence to him is:

it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Signior Fabian, stay you by this

gentleman till my return.

Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?

I know the knight is incensed against you,

even to a mortal arbitrement...

Why, man, he's a very devil

I have not seen such a firago.

I had a pass with him, and he gives me

the stuck in with such a mortal motion...

... that it is inevitable they say he has been

fencer to the Shah of Persia.

- Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.

- Ay, but he will not now be pacified.

- Fabian can scarce hold him yonder

- Plague on't!

Let him let the matter slip,

and I'll give him my horse.

I'll make the motion.

stand here, make a good show on't.

I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.

- I will make your peace with him if I can.

- I shall be much bound to you for't.

- I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.

- He is as horribly conceited of him.

There's no remedy, sir he will fight

with you for's oath sake.

- Give ground, if you see him furious.

- Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy.

the gentleman will, for his honour's sake,

have one bout with you.

Come on...

To't!

Put up your sword!

If this young gentleman

Have done offence...

- I take the fault on me.

- You, sir! why, what are you?

One, sir, that for his love

dares yet do more -

Than you have heard him

brag to you he will.

Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.

hold! here come the officers.

I'll be with you anon.

-Put your sword up.

-and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word.

he will bear you easily

and reins well.

Antonio, I arrest thee

at the suit of Count Orsino.

-You do mistake me, sir.

-No, sir, no jot.

I know your favour well,

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