Twelfth Night: Or What You Will Page #8

thy words are madness...

Three months this youth

hath tended upon me.

Bring him away.

What would my lord,

but that he may not have?

Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.

- Gracious Olivia...

- What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord -

My lord would speak

my duty hushes me.

If it be aught

to the old tune, my lord

It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear

As howling after music.

- Still so cruel?

- Still so constant, lord.

What, to perverseness?

you uncivil lady,

My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath

breathed out that e'er devotion tender'd!

- What shall I do?

- Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.

Why should I not, in savage jealousy like to the

Egyptian thief at point of death, kill what I love?

But Madam, hear me this:

Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,

Live you the marble-breasted

tyrant still

But this your minion, whom I know you love,

And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,

Him will I tear out

of that cruel eye,

And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,

To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

Come, boy, with me

my thoughts are ripe in mischief:

- Where goes Cesario?

- After him I love...

More than I love these eyes, more than my life,

More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.

- Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!

- Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

Hast thou forgot thyself?

is it so long?

- Call forth the holy father!

- Come, away!

Whither, my lord?

Cesario, husband, stay!

- Husband!

- Ay, husband:
can he that deny?

- Her husband, sirrah?

- No, my lord, not I.

Fear not, Cesario

take thy fortunes up!

O, welcome, father!

Father

I charge thee, by thy reverence, here to unfold,

though lately we intended to keep in darkness

what thou dost know hath newly

pass'd between this youth and me.

A contract of

eternal bond of love...

Confirm'd by mutual

joinder of your hands...

Strengthen'd by

interchangement of your rings

Seal'd in my function,

by my testimony.

O thou dissembling cub!

what wilt thou be when time

hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?

Farewell, and take her...

but direct thy feet where thou and I

henceforth may never meet.

- My lord, I do protest...

- O, do not swear!

Hold little faith,

though thou hast too much fear.

For the love of God, a surgeon!

Send one presently to Sir Toby!

For the love of God, your help!

- What's the matter?

- He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too

I had rather than

forty pound I were at home!

Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

The count's gentleman, one Cesario:

he's the very devil incardinate.

- My gentleman, Cesario?

- 'Od's lifelings, here he is!

You broke my head for nothing and that

that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.

I never hurt you:

You drew your sword upon me without cause!

If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have

hurt me:
Here comes Sir Toby halting

If he had not been in drink, he would have

tickled you othergates than he did!

- How now, gentleman! how is't with you?

- That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end on't.

- Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

- O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone.

I hate a drunken rogue.

Away with him!

Who hath made this havoc with them?

I'll help you, Sir Toby,

because well be dressed together.

Will you help me?

an ass-head... and a coxcomb?

and a knave, a thin-faced knave!

A gull!

Get him to bed,

and let his hurt be look'd to.

I am sorry, madam,

I have hurt your kinsman.

But, had it been the brother of my blood,

I must have done no less with wit and safety.

Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows

We made each other but so late ago.

Antonio!

O my dear Antonio! How have the hours rack'd

and tortured me, since I have lost thee!

- Sebastian... are you?

- Fear'st thou that, Antonio?

How have you made division of yourself?

Which is Sebastian?

Most wonderful!

Do I stand there?

I never had a brother

but I had a sister, whom the blind waves

and surges have devour'd.

Of charity, what kin are you to me?

What countryman?

what name? what parentage?

Of Messaline:
Sebastian was my father

Such a Sebastian was my brother too,

So went he suited to his watery tomb:

Were you a woman,

as the rest goes even...

I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,

and say :

'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!'

My father had a mole upon his brow.

And so had mine.

And died that day

when Viola from her birth...

... That day that made my sister thirteen years.

If nothing lets to make us happy both

But this my masculine usurp'd attire,

Do not embrace me...

till each circumstance

Of place, time, fortune, do cohere...

... and jump I am..

Viola...

which to confirm,

I'll bring you to a captain

by whose gentle help

I was preserved...

to serve this noble count.

So comes it, lady,

you have been mistook

But nature to her bias drew in that.

You would have been

contracted to a maid

Nor are you therein,

by my life, deceived,

You are betroth'd

both to a maid and man.

If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,

I shall have share in this most happy wreck.

Boy,

Thou hast said to me a thousand times

thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

And all those sayings will I overswear

Give me thy hand

Your master quits you

and for your service done him,

So much against the mettle of your sex,

Here is my hand

you shall from this time be

Your master's mistress.

And let me see thee

in thy woman's weeds.

A sister! you are she.

From Malvolio?

What now? Malvolio?

Madam, you have done me wrong,

Notorious wrong.

Have I, Malvolio? no.

Lady, you have.

Pray you, peruse that letter.

You must not now deny it is your hand.

well, grant it then!

And tell me, in the modesty of honour,

Why you have given me

such clear lights of favour?

bade me come smiling

and cross-garter'd to you,

And, acting this in an obedient hope,

Why have you suffer'd me

to be imprison'd, kept in a dark house,

visited by the priest,

And made the most notorious geck...

and gull that e'er invention

play'd on? tell me...

... Why?

Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,

Though, I confess,

much like the character

But out of question 'tis Maria's hand.

And now I do bethink me, it was she

First told me thou wast mad

This practise hath most shrewdly

pass'd upon thee

Good madam, hear me speak,

Most freely I confess, Maria writ

The letter at Sir Toby's great importance

In recompense whereof

he hath married her.

Alas, poor fool,

how have they baffled thee!

" 'Why, some are born great,..."

"... Some achieve greatness...."

"... And some have greatness thrown upon them. "

I was one, sir, in this interlude...

...one Master Topas.

'By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.'

But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such

a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagged:'

And thus the whirligig of time...

... brings in his revenges.

I'll be revenged...

on the whole pack of you.

Pursue him and entreat him to a peace.

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