Twelfth Night: Or What You Will Page #7

Though now you have

no sea-cap on your head.

Take him away:
he knows I know him well.

I must obey.

This comes with seeking you:

What will you do, now my necessity

Makes me to ask you for my purse?

- Come, sir, away.

- I must entreat of you some of that money.

What money, sir? For the fair kindness

you have show'd me here I'll lend you something...

Will you deny me now?

Come, sir.

This youth that you see here

I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death,

What's that to us? Go tell my lord Orsino,

We will haul him here.

Lead me on.

A very dishonest paltry boy,

and more a coward than a hare

leaving his friend here in necessity

and denying him...

A coward, a most devout coward,

religious in it.

- 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.

- Do cuff him soundly...

- but never draw thy sword.

- An I do not!

The have wronged me :

they have laid me into darkness!

The world shall know it!

No, I do not know you nor

I am not sent to you by my lady!

nor your name is not Master Cesario

nor this is not my nose neither.

Nothing that is so is so.

I prithee, foolish Greek, vent thy folly

somewhere else:
Thou know'st not me.

"Vent my folly"! and tell me,

what I shall vent to my lady?

Shall I vent to her

that thou art coming?

There's

money for thee.

if you tarry longer, I shall give

worse payment.

By my troth,

thou hast an open hand!

Now, sir, have I met you again?

there's for you!

Why, there's for thee!

Are all

the people mad?

Hold, sir, or I'll throw

your dagger o'er the house.

I would not be in some of

your coats for two pence.

I'll have an action of battery against him,

though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that!

- Let go thy hand!

- I will not let you go, my young soldier!

I will be free from thee!!!

What wouldst thou now?

What, what?

Nay, then I must have an ounce or two

of this malapert blood from you.

Hold, Toby!!!

On thy life I charge thee, hold!

-Madam!

-Will it be ever thus?

Ungracious wretch, fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,

Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!

Be not offended, dear Cesario.

Rudesby, be gone!

I prithee, gentle friend, go with me to my house,

And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks

This ruffian hath botch'd up...

that thou thereby mayst smile at this:

thou shalt not choose but go: Do not deny.

What relish is in this?

how runs the stream?

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream?

Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep

If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Nay, come, I prithee

would thou'ldst be ruled by me!

Madam...

I will.

O, say so, and so be!

Prove true, imagination...

O, prove true.

I would I were the first that ever

dissembled in such a gown.

- Jove bless thee, master Parson.

- Bonos dies, Sir Toby.

As the old hermit of Prague, who never saw pen and ink,

very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc...

'That that is is ' so I, being Master Parson, am Master

Parson for, what is 'that' but 'that,' and 'is' but 'is'?

To him, Sir Topas.

What, ho, I say! peace in this prison!

Who calls there?

Master Topas, the curate,

who comes to visit Malvolio, the lunatic.

Good Master Topas, good Master Topas,

go to my lady...

Out, hyperbolical fiend!

Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

He counterfeits well.

Good Sir Topas,

do not think I am mad.

they have laid me

here in hideous darkness....

- Sayest thou that house is dark?

- As Hell, Master Topas.

Why it hath bay windows

transparent as barricadoes

and the clearstores toward

the south north are as lustrous as ebony.

I am not mad.

This is the air...

that is the glorious sun

This pearl she gave me,

I do feel't and see't

Yet doth this accident and

flood of fortune so far exceeds -

- all instance, all discourse,

That I am ready to distrust mine eyes...

...and wrangle with my reason that persuades me

To any other trust but that I am mad...

I am not... mad!

- Fare thee well.

- Master Topas!

I would we were well rid of this

knavery....

I am now so far in offence

with my niece -

that I cannot pursue with any safety.

Come by and by to my chamber.

jolly Robin...

Tell me how thy lady does.'

Feste!

Feste!

Feste!

Feste! Good Feste! help me to a candle,

and pen, ink and paper.

Mr Malvolio! Alas, sir, how fell you

besides your five wits?

Never was a man

so notoriously abused!

They have here propertied me kept me

in darkness, sent ministers to me!

I am as well in my wits

as any man in Illyria!

- Well-a-day that you were, sir

- By this hand, I am!

Good Feste, some ink, paper and light

and convey what I will set down to my lady.

Or else the lady's mad?

yet, if 'twere so,

She could not sway her house...

command her followers, take and give back affairs

and their dispatch as I perceive she does

There's something in't

that is... deceiveable.

Blame not this haste of mine.

If you mean well, Now go with me

and with this holy man into the chantry by...

there, before him, plight me

the full assurance of your faith...

That my most jealous and

too doubtful soul may live at peace.

He shall conceal it whiles you are willing it

shall come to note. What do you say?

I'll follow this good man, and go with you

And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

But tell me true, are you

not mad indeed?

Or do you but counterfeit?

Believe me, I am not

I tell thee true.

Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman

till I see his brains.

I will fetch you light and paper and ink.

I'll requite it in the highest degree!

I am gone, sir,

And anon, sir,

I'll be with you again,

In a trice, like to the old Vice,

Your need to sustain...

Who, with dagger of lath,

In his rage and his wrath,

Cries, ah, ha!

to the devil...

Like a mad lad,

Pare thy nails, dad

Adieu, good man devil.

Now, as thou lovest me,

let me see his letter.

Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?

Ay, sir we are some of her trappings.

If you will let your lady know I am here and bring her

along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty

till I come again.

This is the man, sir,

that did rescue me.

- That face of his I do remember well...

- this is that Antonio, that took the Phoenix.

When your young nephew Titus lost his leg.

- He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side...

- Notable pirate!

Thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness

brought thee to their mercies -

- whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,

Hast made thine enemies?

Orsino, noble sir,

Antonio never yet

was thief or pirate,

Though I confess,

on base and ground enough,

Orsino's enemy.

A witchcraft drew me hither.

That most ingrateful boy

there by your side,

His life I gave him!

For his sake...

-... faced the danger

of this adverse town!

How can this be?

When came he to this town?

Yester-day, my lord and for three months before,

Both day and night did we keep company.

Here comes the countess:

now heaven walks on earth.

But for thee, fellow fellow,

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