Twelfth Night Sebastian by stacey lo

TWELFTH NIGHT OR WHAT YOU WILL

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DESIGNED BY STACEY LO

TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL

TWELFTH NIGHT OR WHAT YOU WILL

W. SHAKESPEARE

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TWELFTH NIGHT OR WHAT YOU WILL DESIGNED BY STACEY LO

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PREFACES

Shakespeare wrote Twelfth Night; or What You Will back in the late sixteenth century. It was meant for a light, cheerful and comedy relief. Although there was humor, the play touches on sensitive issue. It was banned because homosexuality was a huge prompt in the book. Shakespeare approached the subject of homosexual in his play by using humor and comedy. The book includes several romantic relationships including a young woman who disguises herself as a boy, a woman falling in love with a disguised woman and a man having affectionate feelings for another man. In 1996, a New Hampshire school system ruled to ban the book by a rule titled “prohibition of alternative lifestyle instruction.” This means that teachers are forbidden to discuss about homosexuality in classroom since it was an uncomfortable issue. This is my edition of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night; or What You Wil. I made the book into a do-si-do book. I want to show both Viola and Sebastian’s point of view in the play. Both of the twins encounter situations that puts their sexuality in question. I decided Viola would be a pink color to represent feminist and Sebastian would be a blue color to represent muscular. Throughout this book, I will pull out quotes to show where homosexuality was hinted.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PREFACE I. ACT II 1. ACT II SCENE II 2. ACT III 4. ACT III SCENE III 6. ACT IV 8. ACT IV SCENE I 10. ACT V 14. ACT V SCENE I 16.

PERSONS PRESENTED

VIOLA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . in love with the Duke. SEBASTIAN . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . a young Gentleman, brother to Viola. ORSINO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Duke of Illyria. ANTONIO .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . a Sea Captain, friend to Sebastian. A SEA CAPTAIN .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . friend to Viola VALENTINE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gentleman attending on the Duke. CURIO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gentleman attending on the Duke. SIR TOBY BELCH . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Uncle of Olivia. SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Uncle of Olivia. MALVOLIO .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Steward to Olivia. FABIAN . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Servant to Olivia. CLOWN . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Servant to Olivia. OLIVIA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . a rich Countess. MARIA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Olivia's Woman. Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.

TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL

ACT TWO

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TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL THE SEA-COAST.

A lady, sir, though it was said she

[Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.]

much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but though I could

ANTONIO.

not, with such estimable wonder,

Will you stay no longer; nor will you

overfar believe that, yet thus far I will

not that I go with you?

boldly publish her,--she bore mind that envy could not but call fair. She is

SEBASTIAN.

drowned already, sir, with salt water,

By your patience, no; my stars shine

though I seem to drown her

darkly over me; the malignancy of

remembrance again with more.

my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils

ANTONIO. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

alone. It were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.

SEBASTIAN. O, good Antonio, forgive me

ANTONIO.

your trouble.

Let me know of you whither you are bound.

ANTONIO. If you will not murder me for my love,

SEBASTIAN.

let me be your servant.

No, ‘sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive

SEBASTIAN.

in you so excellent a touch of modesty,

If you will not undo what you have

that you will not extort from me what

done--that is, kill him whom you have

I am willing to keep in; therefore it

recovered--desire it not. Fare ye well at

charges me in manners the rather

once; my bosom is full of kindness;

to express myself. You must know

and I am yet so near the manners

of me then, Antonio, my name is

of my mother that, upon the least

Sebastian, which I called Rodorigo; my

occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales

father was that Sebastian of Messaline

of me. I am bound to the Count

whom I know you have heard of: he left

Orsino’s court: farewell.

behind him myself and a sister, both born in an hour; if the heavens had

[Exit.]

been pleased, would we had so ended! But you, sir, altered that; for some hours

ANTONIO.

before you took me from the breach of

The gentleness of all the gods go with

the sea was my sister drowned.

thee! I have many cnemies in Orsino’s court, Else would I very shortly see thee

ANTONIO. Alas the day!

there: But come what may, I do adore thee so That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.

SEBASTIAN.

ACT II SCENE I

[EXIT.]

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ACT II SCENE I

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ACT THREE

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TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL A STREET.

[Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.]

ANTONIO. Would you’d pardon me; I do not without danger walk these streets:

SEBASTIAN.

once in a sea-fight, ‘gainst the count,

I would not by my will have troubled

his galleys, I did some service; of such

you; But since you make your pleasure

note, indeed, That, were I ta’en here,

of your pains, I will no further chide you.

it would scarce be answered.

ANTONIO.

SEBASTIAN.

I could not stay behind you: my desire,

Belike you slew great number

More sharp than filed steel, did spur me

of his people.

forth; And not all love to see you, --though so much, As might have

ANTONIO.

drawn one to a longer voyage,--

The offence is not of such a bloody

But jealousy what might befall your

nature; Albeit the quality of the time and

travel, being skilless in these parts;

quarrel might well have given us bloody

which to a stranger, Unguided and

argument. It might have since been

unfriended, often prove rough and

answered in repaying what we took

unhospitable. My willing love, the

from them; which, for traffic’s sake,

rather by these arguments of fear, set

Most of our city did: only myself stood

forth in your pursuit.

out; For which, if I be lapsed in this place, I shall pay dear.

SEBASTIAN. My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks, and ever

SEBASTIAN. Do not then walk too open.

thanks. Often good turns are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay; But were

ANTONIO.

my worth, as is my conscience, firm,

It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here’s my

you should find better dealing. What’s

purse; in the south suburbs, at the

to do? Shall we go see the reliques of

Elephant, is best to lodge: I will bespeak

this town?

our diet whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge with viewing

ANTONIO.

of the town; there shall you have me.

To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodging.

SEBASTIAN. Why I your purse?

SEBASTIAN. I am not weary, and ‘tis long to night;

ANTONIO.

I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes with

Haply your eye shall light upon some

the memorials and the things of fame

toy you have desire to purchase; and

that do renown this city.

your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

ACT III SCENE III

SEBASTIAN.

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I’ll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for an hour. ANTONIO. To the Elephant.-SEBASTIAN. I do remember. [EXEUNT.]

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ACT III SCENE III

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ACT FOUR

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TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL THE STREET BEFORE OLIVIA’S HOUSE.

[Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY, and

[Enter SEBASTIAN and CLOWN.]

FABIAN.]

CLOWN.

SIR ANDREW.

Will you make me believe that

Now, sir, have I met you again?

I am not sent for you?

There’s for you.

SEBASTIAN.

[Striking SEBASTIAN.]

Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; let me be clear of thee.

SEBASTIAN. Why, there’s for thee, and there, and

CLOWN.

there. Are all the people mad?

Well held out, i’ faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my

[Beating SIR ANDREW.]

lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario;

SIR TOBY.

nor this is not my nose neither.

Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger

-- Nothing that is so is so.

o’er the house.

SEBASTIAN.

CLOWN.

I pr’ythee vent thy folly somewhere else.

This will I tell my lady straight.

Thou know’st not me.

I would not be in some of your coats for twopence.

CLOWN. Vent my folly! he has heard that word

[Exit CLOWN.]

of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove

SIR TOBY. Come on, sir; hold.

a cockney.--I pr’ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall

[Holding SEBASTIAN.]

vent to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?

SIR ANDREW. Nay, let him alone; I’ll go another

SEBASTIAN.

way to work with him; I’ll have an

I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from

action of battery against him, if there

me; There’s money for thee; if you tarry

be any law in Illyria: though I struck

longer I shall give worse payment.

him first, yet it’s no matter for that.

CLOWN. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:--

SEBASTIAN. Let go thy hand.

These wise men that give fools money get themselves a good report after fourteen years’ purchase.

ACT IV SCENE I

SIR TOBY. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come,

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my young soldier, put up your iron: you

this: thou shalt not choose but go;

are well fleshed; come on.

Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me, He started one poor heart of

SEBASTIAN.

mine in thee.

I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

SEBASTIAN. What relish is in this? How runs the stream? Or I am mad/ or else this is

[Draws.]

a dream:-- Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; if it be thus to dream, still

SIR TOBY.

let me sleep!

What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

OLIVIA. Nay, come, I pr’ythee. Would thou’dst be ruled by me!

[Draws.] SEBASTIAN. [Enter OLIVIA.] OLIVIA. Hold, Toby; on thy life,

Madam, I will. OLIVIA. O, say so, and so be!

I charge thee hold. [Exeunt.] SIR TOBY. Madam? OLIVIA. 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 pr’ythee, gentle friend, [Exeunt SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN.] Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. 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

ACT IV SCENE I

TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL OLIVIA’S GARDEN.

birth. --What do you say?

[Enter SEBASTIAN.] SEBASTIAN. SEBASTIAN.

I’ll follow this good man, and go with

This is the air; that is the glorious sun;

you; and, having sworn truth, ever will

This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t

be true.

and see’t: and though ‘tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet ‘tis not madness.

OLIVIA.

Where’s Antonio, then? I could not

Then lead the way, good father;

find him at the Elephant; yet there he

--And heavens so shine that they may

was; and there I found this credit, that

fairly note this act of mine!

he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service; for though my soul disputes well with my sense, that this may be some error, but no madness, Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune so far exceed 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, 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 despatch with such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, as I perceive she does: there’s something in’t that is deceivable. But here comes the lady. [Enter OLIVIA and a Priest.] OLIVIA. 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 and underneath that consecrated roof, 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 time we will our celebration keep According to my

ACT IV SCENE III

[EXEUNT.]

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ACT IV SCENE III

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ACT FIVE

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TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL THE STREET BEFORE OLIVIA’S HOUSE. [Enter CLOWN and FABIAN.] FABIAN. Now, as thou lovest me,

CLOWN. No, sir, the worse. DUKE. How can that be?

let me see his letter. CLOWN. CLOWN.

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an

Good Master Fabian,

ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly

grant me another request.

I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself,

FABIAN. Anything.

and by my friends I am abused:so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two

CLOWN. Do not desire to see this letter. FABIAN. This is to give a dog; and in

affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends and the better for my foes. DUKE. Why, this is excellent.

recompense desire my dog again. CLOWN. [Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and

By my troth, sir, no; though it please

Attendants.]

you to be one of my friends.

DUKE. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?

DUKE. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there’s gold.

CLOWN. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.

CLOWN. But that it would be double-dealing,

DUKE.

sir, I would you could make it another.

I know thee well. How dost thou, my good fellow?

DUKE. O, you give me ill counsel.

CLOWN. Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse for my friends.

CLOWN. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood

DUKE.

obey it.

Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.

DUKE. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer: there’s another.

ACT V SCENE I

CLOWN.

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FIRST OFFICER.

Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play;

Orsino, this is that Antonio that took

and the old saying is, the third pays for

the Phoenix and her fraught from

all; the triplex, sir, is a good tripping

Candy: And this is he that did the

measure; or the bells of Saint Bennet,

Tiger board when your young nephew

sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three.

Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, In private

DUKE.

brabble did we apprehend him.

You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady

VIOLA.

know I am here to speak with her, and

He did me kindness, sir; drew on my

bring her along with you, it may awake

side; But, in conclusion, put strange

my bounty further.

speech upon me. I know not what ‘twas, but distraction.

CLOWN. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I

DUKE.

come again. I go, sir; but I would not

Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!

have you to think that my desire of

What foolish boldness brought thee

having is the sin of covetousness: but,

to their mercies, Whom thou, in terms

as you say, sir, let your bounty take a

so bloody and so dear, Hast made

nap; I will awake it anon.

thine enemies?

[Exit CLOWN.]

ANTONIO. Orsino, noble sir, Be pleased that I shake

[Enter ANTONIO and Officers.]

off these names you give me: Antonio never yet was thief or pirate, though,

VIOLA.

I confess, on base and ground enough,

Here comes the man, sir,

Orsino’s enemy. A witchcraft drew me

that did rescue me.

hither: That most ingrateful boy there, by your side From the rude sea’s

DUKE. That face of his I do remember well:

enraged and foamy mouth did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:

Yet when I saw it last it was besmeared as black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:

His life I gave him, and did thereto add

A bawbling vessel was he captain of,

my love, without retention or restraint,

for shallow draught and bulk unprizable;

All his in dedication: for his sake, did I

with which such scathful grapple did

expose myself, pure for his love, Into the

he make with the most noble bottom of

danger of this adverse town; Drew to

our fleet that very envy and the tongue

defend him when he was beset:

of los cried fame and honour on him.--

Where being apprehended, his false

What’s the matter?

cunning,

ACT V SCENE I

TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL -- Not meaning to partake with me in

OLIVIA.

danger,-- Taught him to face me out of

What do you say, Cesario?

his acquaintance, And grew a twen-

--Good my lord,--

ty-years-removed thing while one would wink; denied me mine own purse,

VIOLA.

Which I had recommended to his use

My lord would speak,

not half an hour before.

my duty hushes me.

VIOLA. How can this be?

OLIVIA. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear as

DUKE.

howling after music.

When came he to this town? DUKE. ANTONIO.

Still so cruel?

To-day, my lord; and for three months before,-- No interim, not a minute’s vacancy,-- Both day and night did we

OLIVIA. Still so constant, lord.

keep company. DUKE. [Enter OLIVIA and Attendants.]

What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious

DUKE.

altars my soul the faithfull’st offerings

Here comes the countess; now heaven

hath breathed out that e’er devotion

walks on earth.-- But for thee, fellow,

tender’d! What shall I do?

fellow, thy words are madness: Three months this youth hath tended upon me; But more of that anon.--Take him aside.

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

OLIVIA. What would my lord, but that he may

DUKE.

not have, Wherein Olivia may seem

Why should I not, had I the heart to do it.

serviceable!-- Cesario, you do not keep

Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of

promise with me.

death, Kill what I love; a savage jealousy that sometime savours nobly.

VIOLA. Madam?

--But hear me this: since you to non-regardance cast my faith, and that I partly know the instrument that

DUKE. Gracious Olivia,--

screws me from my true place in your favour, 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

ACT V SCENE I

out of that cruel eye where he sits crowned in his master’s sprite.

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DUKE. Husband?

-- Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief: I’ll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, to spite a raven’s

OLIVIA. Ay, husband, can he that deny?

heart within a dove. DUKE. [Going.] VIOLA. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,

Her husband, sirrah? VIOLA. No, my lord, not I.

To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

OLIVIA. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear that

OLIVIA. Where goes Cesario?

makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know’st thou art, and then

VIOLA. After him I love more than I love these

thou art as great as that thou fear’st--O, welcome, father!

eyes, more than my life, More, by all mores, than e’er I shall love wife; If I do

[Re-enter Attendant and Priest.]

feign, you witnesses above Punish my life for tainting of my love!

Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Here to unfold,--though lately we

OLIVIA. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil’d!

intended to keep in darkness what occasion now reveals before ‘tis ripe, --what thou dost know hath newly

VIOLA.

passed between this youth and me.

Who does beguile you? Who does do you wrong?

PRIEST. A contract of eternal bond of love, con-

OLIVIA.

firmed by mutual joinder of your hands,

Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?

attested by the holy close of lips,

-- Call forth the holy father.

Strengthen’d by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this

[Exit an ATTENDANT.]

compact sealed in my function, by my testimony: since when, my watch hath

DUKE. [To Viola.] Come, away! OLIVIA.

told me, toward my grave, I have travelled but two hours. DUKE.

Whither, my lord?

O thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou

Cesario, husband, stay.

be, When time hath sowed a grizzle on

ACT V SCENE I

TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL thy case? Or will not else thy craft so

I was set on to do’t by Sir Toby.

quickly grow that thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, and take

VIOLA.

her; but direct thy feet where thou and I

Why do you speak to me? I never hurt

henceforth may never meet.

you: You drew your sword upon me without cause; but I bespake you fair

VIOLA.

and hurt you not.

My lord, I do protest,-SIR ANDREW. OLIVIA.

If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you

O, do not swear; hold little faith, though

have hurt me; I think you set nothing

thou has too much fear.

by a bloody coxcomb.

[Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his

[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, drunk,

head broke.]

led by the CLOWN.]

SIR ANDREW.

Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall

For the love of God, a surgeon; send

hear more: but if he had not been in

one presently to Sir Toby.

drink he would have tickled you othergates than he did.

OLIVIA. What’s the matter?

DUKE. How now, gentleman?

SIR ANDREW.

How is’t with you?

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

SIR TOBY.

for the love of God, your help: I had

That’s all one; he has hurt me, and

rather than forty pound I were at home.

there’s the end on’t.-- Sot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot?

OLIVIA. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

CLOWN. O, he’s drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone;

SIR ANDREW.

his eyes were set at eight i’ the morning.

The Count’s gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he’s the very devil incardinate.

SIR TOBY. Then he’s a rogue. After a passymeasure, or a pavin, I hate a

DUKE.

drunken rogue.

My gentleman, Cesario? OLIVIA. SIR ANDREW. Od’s lifelings, here he is: --You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did,

ACT V SCENE I

Away with him. Who hath made this havoc with them?

SIR ANDREW.

ANTONIO.

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I’ll help you, Sir Toby, because we’ll be

How have you made division of

dressed together.

yourself? -- An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin than these two creatures.

SIR TOBY.

Which is Sebastian?

Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? A thin-faced knave, a gull? OLIVIA.

OLIVIA. Most wonderful! SEBASTIAN.

Get him to bed, and let his hurt be

Do I stand there? I never had a brother:

looked to.

Nor can there be that deity in my nature of here and everywhere. I had a sister

[Exeunt CLOWN, SIR TOBY, and

Whom the blind waves and surges have

SIR ANDREW.]

devoured:--

[Enter SEBASTIAN.]

[To Viola.]

SEBASTIAN.

Of charity, what kin are you to me?

I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your

What countryman, what name,

kinsman; But, had it been the brother of

What parentage?

my blood, I must have done no less, with wit and safety. You throw a strange

VIOLA.

regard upon me, and by that I do

Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;

perceive it hath offended you; Pardon

Such a Sebastian was my brother too:

me, sweet one, even for the vows we

So went he suited to his watery tomb:

made each other but so late ago.

If spirits can assume both form and suit, You come to fright us.

DUKE. One face, one voice, one habit, and two

SEBASTIAN.

persons; A natural perspective, that is,

A spirit I am indeed: But am in that

and is not.

dimension grossly clad, Which from the womb I did participate. Were you a

SEBASTIAN.

woman, as the rest goes even, I should

Antonio, O my dear Antonio! How have

my tears let fall upon your cheek, and

the hours rack’d and tortur’d me since

say --Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!

I have lost thee. VIOLA. ANTONIO.

My father had a mole upon his brow.

Sebastian are you? SEBASTIAN. SEBASTIAN.

And so had mine.

Fear’st thou that, Antonio?

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TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL VIOLA.

VIOLA.

And died that day when Viola from her

And all those sayings will I over-swear;

birth had numbered thirteen years.

and all those swearings keep as true in soul as doth that orbed continent the

SEBASTIAN.

fire that severs day from night.

O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act that day that made my sister thirteen years.

DUKE. Give me thy hand; and let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds.

VIOLA. If nothing lets to make us happy both

VIOLA.

but this my masculine usurp’d attire, Do

The captain that did bring me first on

not embrace me till each circumstance

shore hath my maid’s garments: he,

of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and

upon some action, is now in durance,

jump That I am Viola: which to confirm,

at Malvolio’s suit; a gentleman and

I’ll bring you to a captain in this town,

follower of my lady’s.

where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help I was preserv’d to serve this

OLIVIA.

noble count; all the occurrence of my

He shall enlarge him: --Fetch Malvolio

fortune since hath been between this

hither:-- and yet, alas, now I remember

lady and this lord.

me, They say, poor gentleman, he’s much distract.

SEBASTIAN. [To OLIVIA] So comes it, lady, you have

[Re-enter CLOWN, with a letter.]

been mistook: But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been

A most extracting frenzy of mine own

contracted to a maid; Nor are you

from my remembrance clearly banished

therein, by my life, deceived; You are

his .-- How does he, sirrah?

betroth’d both to a maid and man. CLOWN. DUKE.

Truly, madam, he holds belzebub at

Be not amazed; right noble is his

the stave’s end as well as a man in his

blood.-- If this be so, as yet the glass

case may do: he has here writ a letter

seems true, I shall have share in this

to you; I should have given it you to-day

most happy wreck:

morning, but as a madman’s epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much

[To VIOLA] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, thou never shouldst love woman

when they are delivered. OLIVIA. Open it, and read it.

like to me. CLOWN. Look then to be well edified when the

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fool delivers the madman : --’By the Lord, madam,--’ OLIVIA. How now! art thou mad?

DUKE.

W. SHAKESPEARE

This savours not much of distraction. OLIVIA. See him delivered, Fabian: bring him hither.

CLOWN. No, madam, I do but read madness: an

[Exit FABIAN.]

your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox.

My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, to think me as well a

OLIVIA. Pr’ythee, read i’ thy right wits.

sister as a wife, One day shall crown the alliance on’t, so please you, here at my house, and at my proper cost.

CLOWN. So I do, madonna; but to read his right

DUKE.

wits is to read thus; therefore perpend,

Madam, I am most apt to embrace your

my princess, and give ear.

offer.-- [To VIOLA] Your master quits you; and, for your service done him, so much

OLIVIA. [To FABIAN] Read it you, sirrah.

against the mettle of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, And since you called me master for so

FABIAN. [Reads] ‘By the Lord, madam, you

long, Here is my hand; you shall from this time be you master’s mistress.

wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness and given your drunken cousin rule

OLIVIA. A sister?--you are she.

over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have

[Re-enter FABIAN with MALVOLIO.]

your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself much

DUKE. Is this the madman?

right or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little

OLIVIA.

unthought of, and speak out of my injury.

Ay, my lord, this same;

The madly-used Malvolio’

How now, Malvolio?

OLIVIA. Did he write this?

MALVOLIO. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong.

CLOWN. Ay, madam.

OLIVIA. Have I, Malvolio? no.

ACT V SCENE I

TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL MALVOLIO.

conceiv’d against him. Maria writ the

Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that

letter, at Sir Toby’s great importance; In

letter: You must not now deny it is your

recompense whereof he hath married

hand, Write from it, if you can, in hand

her. How with a sportful malice it was

or phrase; Or say ‘tis not your seal, not

follow’d may rather pluck on laughter

your invention: You can say none of this.

than revenge, If that the injuries be justly

Well, grant it then, and tell me, in the

weigh’d that have on both sides past.

modesty of honour, Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; bade me

OLIVIA.

come smiling and cross-garter’d to you;

Alas, poor fool! how have

to put on yellow stockings, and to frown

they baffled thee!

Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people: And, acting this in an obedient hope,

CLOWN.

Why have you suffer’d me to be

Why, ‘some are born great, some

imprison’d, Kept in a dark house,

achieve greatness, and some have

visited by the priest, And made the

greatness thrown upon them.’ I was one,

most notorious geck and gull that e’er

sir, in this interlude;:--one Sir Topas, sir;

invention played on? Tell me why.

but that’s all one:--’By the Lord, fool, I am not mad;’--But do you remember? ‘Mad-

OLIVIA.

am, why laugh you at such a barren

Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,

rascal? An you smile not, he’s gagged’?

Though, I confess, much like the

And thus the whirligig of time brings in

character: But out of question, ‘tis

his revenges.

Maria’s hand. And now I do bethink me, it was she first told me thou wast mad;

MALVOLIO.

then cam’st in smiling, And in such

I’ll be revenged on the whole pack

forms which here were presuppos’d

of you.

upon thee in the letter. Pr’ythee, be content: This practice hath most

[Exit.]

shrewdly pass’d upon thee: But, when we know the grounds and authors of it, thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the

OLIVIA. He hath been most notoriously abus’d.

judge of thine own cause. DUKE. FABIAN.

Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:

Good madam, hear me speak; and let

-- He hath not told us of the captain yet;

no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,

When that is known, and golden time

Taint the condition of this present hour,

convents, A solemn combination shall

Which I have wonder’d at. In hope it

be made Of our dear souls. --Meantime,

shall not, Most freely I confess, myself

sweet sister, we will not part from hence.

and Toby set this device against

--Cesario, come: For so you shall be

Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn

while you are a man; But, when in other

and uncourteous parts we had

habits you are seen, Orsino’s mistress,

ACT V SCENE I

and his fancy’s queen.

W. SHAKESPEARE

[Exeunt.] CLOWN. Song. When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man’s estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, ‘Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, with toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that’s all one, our play is done, And we’ll strive to please you every day. [EXIT.]

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W. SHAKESPEARE