Array ( [TITLE] => Twelfth Night, or What You Will [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. [1] => SEBASTIAN, brother to Viola. [2] => ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian. [3] => A Sea Captain, friend to Viola. [4] => SIR TOBY BELCH, uncle to Olivia. [5] => SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK [6] => MALVOLIO, steward to Olivia. [7] => OLIVIA [8] => VIOLA [9] => MARIA, Olivia's woman. [10] => Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => VALENTINE [1] => CURIO ) [GRPDESCR] => gentlemen attending on the Duke. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => FABIAN [1] => FESTE, a Clown ) [GRPDESCR] => servants to Olivia. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE A city in Illyria, and the sea-coast near it. [PLAYSUBT] => TWELFTH NIGHT [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. DUKE ORSINO's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If music be the food of love, play on; [1] => Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, [2] => The appetite may sicken, and so die. [3] => That strain again! it had a dying fall: [4] => O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, [5] => That breathes upon a bank of violets, [6] => Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: [7] => 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. [8] => O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, [9] => That, notwithstanding thy capacity [10] => Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, [11] => Of what validity and pitch soe'er, [12] => But falls into abatement and low price, [13] => Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy [14] => That it alone is high fantastical. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CURIO [LINE] => Will you go hunt, my lord? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => What, Curio? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CURIO [LINE] => The hart. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: [1] => O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, [2] => Methought she purged the air of pestilence! [3] => That instant was I turn'd into a hart; [4] => And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, [5] => E'er since pursue me. [6] => How now! what news from her? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter VALENTINE ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALENTINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So please my lord, I might not be admitted; [1] => But from her handmaid do return this answer: [2] => The element itself, till seven years' heat, [3] => Shall not behold her face at ample view; [4] => But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk [5] => And water once a day her chamber round [6] => With eye-offending brine: all this to season [7] => A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh [8] => And lasting in her sad remembrance. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame [1] => To pay this debt of love but to a brother, [2] => How will she love, when the rich golden shaft [3] => Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else [4] => That live in her; when liver, brain and heart, [5] => These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd [6] => Her sweet perfections with one self king! [7] => Away before me to sweet beds of flowers: [8] => Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The sea-coast. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter VIOLA, a Captain, and Sailors [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => What country, friends, is this? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => This is Illyria, lady. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And what should I do in Illyria? [1] => My brother he is in Elysium. [2] => Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => It is perchance that you yourself were saved. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance, [1] => Assure yourself, after our ship did split, [2] => When you and those poor number saved with you [3] => Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, [4] => Most provident in peril, bind himself, [5] => Courage and hope both teaching him the practise, [6] => To a strong mast that lived upon the sea; [7] => Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, [8] => I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves [9] => So long as I could see. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For saying so, there's gold: [1] => Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, [2] => Whereto thy speech serves for authority, [3] => The like of him. Know'st thou this country? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born [1] => Not three hours' travel from this very place. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Who governs here? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => A noble duke, in nature as in name. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => What is the name? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Orsino. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Orsino! I have heard my father name him: [1] => He was a bachelor then. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so is now, or was so very late; [1] => For but a month ago I went from hence, [2] => And then 'twas fresh in murmur,--as, you know, [3] => What great ones do the less will prattle of,-- [4] => That he did seek the love of fair Olivia. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => What's she? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count [1] => That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her [2] => In the protection of his son, her brother, [3] => Who shortly also died: for whose dear love, [4] => They say, she hath abjured the company [5] => And sight of men. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O that I served that lady [1] => And might not be delivered to the world, [2] => Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, [3] => What my estate is! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That were hard to compass; [1] => Because she will admit no kind of suit, [2] => No, not the duke's. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is a fair behavior in thee, captain; [1] => And though that nature with a beauteous wall [2] => Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee [3] => I will believe thou hast a mind that suits [4] => With this thy fair and outward character. [5] => I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, [6] => Conceal me what I am, and be my aid [7] => For such disguise as haply shall become [8] => The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke: [9] => Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him: [10] => It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing [11] => And speak to him in many sorts of music [12] => That will allow me very worth his service. [13] => What else may hap to time I will commit; [14] => Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: [1] => When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I thank thee: lead me on. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. OLIVIA'S house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA [1] => Enter SIR ANDREW [2] => Exit [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a plague means my niece, to take the death of [1] => her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' [1] => nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great [2] => exceptions to your ill hours. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Why, let her except, before excepted. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest [1] => limits of order. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am: [1] => these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be [2] => these boots too: an they be not, let them hang [3] => themselves in their own straps. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard [1] => my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish [2] => knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Ay, he. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => What's that to the purpose? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats: [1] => he's a very fool and a prodigal. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the [1] => viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages [2] => word for word without book, and hath all the good [3] => gifts of nature. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that [1] => he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: and but that [2] => he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he [3] => hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent [4] => he would quickly have the gift of a grave. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors [1] => that say so of him. Who are they? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to [1] => her as long as there is a passage in my throat and [2] => drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill [3] => that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn [4] => o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench! [5] => Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Sweet Sir Andrew! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Bless you, fair shrew. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => And you too, sir. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => What's that? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => My niece's chambermaid. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => My name is Mary, sir. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Good Mistress Mary Accost,-- ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You mistake, knight; 'accost' is front her, board [1] => her, woo her, assail her. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, I would not undertake her in this [1] => company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Fare you well, gentlemen. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst [1] => never draw sword again. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An you part so, mistress, I would I might never [1] => draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have [2] => fools in hand? ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Sir, I have not you by the hand. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring [1] => your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => It's dry, sir. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can [1] => keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => A dry jest, sir. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Are you full of them? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry, [1] => now I let go your hand, I am barren. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O knight thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I [1] => see thee so put down? ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary [1] => put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit [2] => than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a [3] => great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => No question. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home [1] => to-morrow, Sir Toby. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Pourquoi, my dear knight? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is 'Pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had [1] => bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in [2] => fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but [3] => followed the arts! ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Why, would that have mended my hair? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => But it becomes me well enough, does't not? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I [1] => hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs [2] => and spin it off. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece [1] => will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one [2] => she'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above [1] => her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I [2] => have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't, [3] => man. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the [1] => strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques [2] => and revels sometimes altogether. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight? ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the [1] => degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare [2] => with an old man. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Faith, I can cut a caper. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => And I can cut the mutton to't. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong [1] => as any man in Illyria. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have [1] => these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to [2] => take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost [3] => thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in [4] => a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not [5] => so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What [6] => dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in? [7] => I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy [8] => leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a [1] => flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels? ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Taurus! That's sides and heart. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see the [1] => caper; ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent! ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. DUKE ORSINO's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter VALENTINE and VIOLA in man's attire [1] => Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and Attendants [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALENTINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If the duke continue these favours towards you, [1] => Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath [2] => known you but three days, and already you are no stranger. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You either fear his humour or my negligence, that [1] => you call in question the continuance of his love: [2] => is he inconstant, sir, in his favours? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALENTINE [LINE] => No, believe me. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I thank you. Here comes the count. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Who saw Cesario, ho? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => On your attendance, my lord; here. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand you a while aloof, Cesario, [1] => Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd [2] => To thee the book even of my secret soul: [3] => Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her; [4] => Be not denied access, stand at her doors, [5] => And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow [6] => Till thou have audience. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sure, my noble lord, [1] => If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow [2] => As it is spoke, she never will admit me. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds [1] => Rather than make unprofited return. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, then unfold the passion of my love, [1] => Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith: [2] => It shall become thee well to act my woes; [3] => She will attend it better in thy youth [4] => Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I think not so, my lord. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dear lad, believe it; [1] => For they shall yet belie thy happy years, [2] => That say thou art a man: Diana's lip [3] => Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe [4] => Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, [5] => And all is semblative a woman's part. [6] => I know thy constellation is right apt [7] => For this affair. Some four or five attend him; [8] => All, if you will; for I myself am best [9] => When least in company. Prosper well in this, [10] => And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, [11] => To call his fortunes thine. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll do my best [1] => To woo your lady: [2] => yet, a barful strife! [3] => Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. OLIVIA'S house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MARIA and Clown [1] => Exit [2] => Re-enter MARIA [3] => Enter SIR TOBY BELCH [4] => Exit [5] => Exit [6] => Re-enter MALVOLIO [7] => Exit [8] => Re-enter MARIA [9] => Enter VIOLA, and Attendants [10] => Unveiling [11] => Exit [12] => Re-enter MALVOLIO [13] => Exit [14] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will [1] => not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in [2] => way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this [1] => world needs to fear no colours. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Make that good. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => He shall see none to fear. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that [1] => saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.' ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Where, good Mistress Mary? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those [1] => that are fools, let them use their talents. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or, [1] => to be turned away, is not that as good as a hanging to you? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and, [1] => for turning away, let summer bear it out. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => You are resolute, then? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both [1] => break, your gaskins fall. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if [1] => Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a [2] => piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my [1] => lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling! [1] => Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft [2] => prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may [3] => pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapalus? [4] => 'Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.' [5] => God bless thee, lady! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter OLIVIA with MALVOLIO ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Take the fool away. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you: [1] => besides, you grow dishonest. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel [1] => will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is [2] => the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend [3] => himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if [4] => he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing [5] => that's mended is but patched: virtue that [6] => transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that [7] => amends is but patched with virtue. If that this [8] => simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, [9] => what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but [10] => calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take [11] => away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Sir, I bade them take away you. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non [1] => facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not [2] => motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to [3] => prove you a fool. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Can you do it? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Dexterously, good madonna. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Make your proof. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must catechise you for it, madonna: good my mouse [1] => of virtue, answer me. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Good madonna, why mournest thou? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Good fool, for my brother's death. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => I think his soul is in hell, madonna. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => I know his soul is in heaven, fool. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's [1] => soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him: [1] => infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the [2] => better fool. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the [1] => better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be [2] => sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his [3] => word for two pence that you are no fool. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => How say you to that, Malvolio? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a [1] => barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day [2] => with an ordinary fool that has no more brain [3] => than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard [4] => already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to [5] => him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men, [6] => that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better [7] => than the fools' zanies. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste [1] => with a distempered appetite. To be generous, [2] => guiltless and of free disposition, is to take those [3] => things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets: [4] => there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do [5] => nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet [6] => man, though he do nothing but reprove. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou [1] => speakest well of fools! ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much [1] => desires to speak with you. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => From the Count Orsino, is it? ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Who of my people hold him in delay? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but [1] => madman: fie on him! [2] => Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I [3] => am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. [4] => Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and [5] => people dislike it. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit MARIA [1] => Exit MALVOLIO ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest [1] => son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with [2] => brains! for,--here he comes,--one of thy kin has a [3] => most weak pia mater. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => A gentleman. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => A gentleman! what gentleman? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis a gentle man here--a plague o' these [1] => pickle-herring! How now, sot! ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Good Sir Toby! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy? ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Ay, marry, what is he? ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give [1] => me faith, say I. Well, it's all one. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What's a drunken man like, fool? ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one [1] => draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads [2] => him; and a third drowns him. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my [1] => coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's [2] => drowned: go, look after him. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look [1] => to the madman. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with [1] => you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to [2] => understand so much, and therefore comes to speak [3] => with you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to [4] => have a foreknowledge of that too, and therefore [5] => comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, [6] => lady? he's fortified against any denial. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Tell him he shall not speak with me. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your [1] => door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter to [2] => a bench, but he'll speak with you. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What kind o' man is he? ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Why, of mankind. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What manner of man? ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Of what personage and years is he? ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for [1] => a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a [2] => cooling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him [3] => in standing water, between boy and man. He is very [4] => well-favoured and he speaks very shrewishly; one [5] => would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Gentlewoman, my lady calls. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face. [1] => We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => The honourable lady of the house, which is she? ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Speak to me; I shall answer for her. [1] => Your will? ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,--I [1] => pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, [2] => for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away [3] => my speech, for besides that it is excellently well [4] => penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good [5] => beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very [6] => comptible, even to the least sinister usage. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Whence came you, sir? ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I can say little more than I have studied, and that [1] => question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me [2] => modest assurance if you be the lady of the house, [3] => that I may proceed in my speech. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Are you a comedian? ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs [1] => of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you [2] => the lady of the house? ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => If I do not usurp myself, I am. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp [1] => yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours [2] => to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will [3] => on with my speech in your praise, and then show you [4] => the heart of my message. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you, [1] => keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates, [2] => and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you [3] => than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if [4] => you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of [5] => moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little [1] => longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet [2] => lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when [1] => the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of [1] => war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my [2] => hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you? ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I [1] => learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I [2] => would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears, [3] => divinity, to any other's, profanation. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity. [1] => Now, sir, what is your text? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt MARIA and Attendants ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Most sweet lady,-- ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. [1] => Where lies your text? ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => In Orsino's bosom. ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom? ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say? ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Good madam, let me see your face. ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate [1] => with my face? You are now out of your text: but [2] => we will draw the curtain and show you the picture. [3] => Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't [4] => not well done? ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Excellently done, if God did all. ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white [1] => Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: [2] => Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, [3] => If you will lead these graces to the grave [4] => And leave the world no copy. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give [1] => out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be [2] => inventoried, and every particle and utensil [3] => labelled to my will: as, item, two lips, [4] => indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to [5] => them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were [6] => you sent hither to praise me? ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I see you what you are, you are too proud; [1] => But, if you were the devil, you are fair. [2] => My lord and master loves you: O, such love [3] => Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd [4] => The nonpareil of beauty! ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => How does he love me? ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With adorations, fertile tears, [1] => With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. ) ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him: [1] => Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, [2] => Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; [3] => In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant; [4] => And in dimension and the shape of nature [5] => A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him; [6] => He might have took his answer long ago. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I did love you in my master's flame, [1] => With such a suffering, such a deadly life, [2] => In your denial I would find no sense; [3] => I would not understand it. ) ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Why, what would you? ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Make me a willow cabin at your gate, [1] => And call upon my soul within the house; [2] => Write loyal cantons of contemned love [3] => And sing them loud even in the dead of night; [4] => Halloo your name to the reverberate hills [5] => And make the babbling gossip of the air [6] => Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest [7] => Between the elements of air and earth, [8] => But you should pity me! ) ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You might do much. [1] => What is your parentage? ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: [1] => I am a gentleman. ) ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Get you to your lord; [1] => I cannot love him: let him send no more; [2] => Unless, perchance, you come to me again, [3] => To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well: [4] => I thank you for your pains: spend this for me. ) ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse: [1] => My master, not myself, lacks recompense. [2] => Love make his heart of flint that you shall love; [3] => And let your fervor, like my master's, be [4] => Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. ) ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'What is your parentage?' [1] => 'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: [2] => I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art; [3] => Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit, [4] => Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast: [5] => soft, soft! [6] => Unless the master were the man. How now! [7] => Even so quickly may one catch the plague? [8] => Methinks I feel this youth's perfections [9] => With an invisible and subtle stealth [10] => To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be. [11] => What ho, Malvolio! ) ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Here, madam, at your service. ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Run after that same peevish messenger, [1] => The county's man: he left this ring behind him, [2] => Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it. [3] => Desire him not to flatter with his lord, [4] => Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him: [5] => If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, [6] => I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Madam, I will. ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do I know not what, and fear to find [1] => Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. [2] => Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe; [3] => What is decreed must be, and be this so. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The sea-coast. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN [1] => Exit [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over [1] => me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps [2] => distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your [3] => leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad [4] => recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Let me yet know of you whither you are bound. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere [1] => extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a [2] => touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me [3] => what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges [4] => me in manners the rather to express myself. You [5] => must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, [6] => which I called Roderigo. My father was that [7] => Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard [8] => of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both [9] => born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased, [10] => would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; [11] => for some hour before you took me from the breach of [12] => the sea was my sister drowned. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Alas the day! ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled [1] => me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, [2] => though I could not with such estimable wonder [3] => overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly [4] => publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but [5] => call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt [6] => water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you will not murder me for my love, let me be [1] => your servant. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you will not undo what you have done, that is, [1] => kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. [2] => Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, [3] => and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that [4] => upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell [5] => tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! [1] => I have many enemies in Orsino's court, [2] => Else would I very shortly see thee there. [3] => But, come what may, I do adore thee so, [4] => That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following [1] => Exit [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since [1] => arrived but hither. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have [1] => saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. [2] => She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord [3] => into a desperate assurance she will none of him: [4] => and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to [5] => come again in his affairs, unless it be to report [6] => your lord's taking of this. Receive it so. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => She took the ring of me: I'll none of it. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her [1] => will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth [2] => stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be [3] => it his that finds it. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I left no ring with her: what means this lady? [1] => Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her! [2] => She made good view of me; indeed, so much, [3] => That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue, [4] => For she did speak in starts distractedly. [5] => She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion [6] => Invites me in this churlish messenger. [7] => None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. [8] => I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis, [9] => Poor lady, she were better love a dream. [10] => Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, [11] => Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. [12] => How easy is it for the proper-false [13] => In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! [14] => Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we! [15] => For such as we are made of, such we be. [16] => How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly; [17] => And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; [18] => And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. [19] => What will become of this? As I am man, [20] => My state is desperate for my master's love; [21] => As I am woman,--now alas the day!-- [22] => What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! [23] => O time! thou must untangle this, not I; [24] => It is too hard a knot for me to untie! ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. OLIVIA's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and SIR ANDREW [1] => Enter Clown [2] => Catch sung [3] => Enter MARIA [4] => Enter MALVOLIO [5] => Exit [6] => Exit [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after [1] => midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo [2] => surgere,' thou know'st,-- ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up [1] => late is to be up late. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can. [1] => To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is [2] => early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go [3] => to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the [4] => four elements? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists [1] => of eating and drinking. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. [1] => Marian, I say! a stoup of wine! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Here comes the fool, i' faith. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture [1] => of 'we three'? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I [1] => had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, [2] => and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In [3] => sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last [4] => night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the [5] => Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas [6] => very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy [7] => leman: hadst it? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose [1] => is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the [2] => Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all [1] => is done. Now, a song. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a-- ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => A love-song, a love-song. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Ay, ay: I care not for good life. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Sings ) [1] => O mistress mine, where are you roaming? [2] => O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, [3] => That can sing both high and low: [4] => Trip no further, pretty sweeting; [5] => Journeys end in lovers meeting, [6] => Every wise man's son doth know. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Excellent good, i' faith. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Good, good. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Sings ) [1] => What is love? 'tis not hereafter; [2] => Present mirth hath present laughter; [3] => What's to come is still unsure: [4] => In delay there lies no plenty; [5] => Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, [6] => Youth's a stuff will not endure. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => A contagious breath. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Very sweet and contagious, i' faith. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. [1] => But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we [2] => rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three [3] => souls out of one weaver? shall we do that? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.' ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be [1] => constrained in't to call thee knave, knight. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to [1] => call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.' ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => I shall never begin if I hold my peace. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Good, i' faith. Come, begin. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady [1] => have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him [2] => turn you out of doors, never trust me. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's [1] => a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am not [2] => I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? [3] => Tillyvally. Lady! [4] => 'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!' ) [STAGEDIR] => Sings ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do [1] => I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it [2] => more natural. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Sings ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => For the love o' God, peace! ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye [1] => no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like [2] => tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an [3] => alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your [4] => coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse [5] => of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor [6] => time in you? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me [1] => tell you, that, though she harbours you as her [2] => kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If [3] => you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you [4] => are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please [5] => you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid [6] => you farewell. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.' ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Nay, good Sir Toby. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.' ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Is't even so? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => 'But I will never die.' ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Sir Toby, there you lie. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => This is much credit to you. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => 'Shall I bid him go?' ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => 'What an if you do?' ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?' ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.' ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a [1] => steward? Dost thou think, because thou art [2] => virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the [1] => mouth too. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with [1] => crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria! ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any [1] => thing more than contempt, you would not give means [2] => for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Go shake your ears. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's [1] => a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to [2] => break promise with him and make a fool of him. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll [1] => deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the [1] => youth of the count's was today with thy lady, she is [2] => much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me [3] => alone with him: if I do not gull him into a [4] => nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not [5] => think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: [6] => I know I can do it. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog! ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, [1] => dear knight? ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason [1] => good enough. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing [1] => constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, [2] => that cons state without book and utters it by great [3] => swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so [4] => crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is [5] => his grounds of faith that all that look on him love [6] => him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find [7] => notable cause to work. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => What wilt thou do? ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of [1] => love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape [2] => of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure [3] => of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find [4] => himself most feelingly personated. I can write very [5] => like my lady your niece: on a forgotten matter we [6] => can hardly make distinction of our hands. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Excellent! I smell a device. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => I have't in my nose too. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, [1] => that they come from my niece, and that she's in [2] => love with him. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => And your horse now would make him an ass. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Ass, I doubt not. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => O, 'twill be admirable! ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will [1] => work with him. I will plant you two, and let the [2] => fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: [3] => observe his construction of it. For this night, to [4] => bed, and dream on the event. Farewell. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Good night, Penthesilea. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Before me, she's a good wench. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: [1] => what o' that? ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => I was adored once too. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for [1] => more money. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i' [1] => the end, call me cut. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late [1] => to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. DUKE ORSINO's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others [1] => Re-enter CURIO and Clown [2] => Exit [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. [1] => Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, [2] => That old and antique song we heard last night: [3] => Methought it did relieve my passion much, [4] => More than light airs and recollected terms [5] => Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: [6] => Come, but one verse. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CURIO [LINE] => He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Who was it? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CURIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady [1] => Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Seek him out, and play the tune the while. [1] => Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, [2] => In the sweet pangs of it remember me; [3] => For such as I am all true lovers are, [4] => Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, [5] => Save in the constant image of the creature [6] => That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit CURIO. Music plays ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It gives a very echo to the seat [1] => Where Love is throned. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou dost speak masterly: [1] => My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye [2] => Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves: [3] => Hath it not, boy? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => A little, by your favour. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => What kind of woman is't? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Of your complexion. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => About your years, my lord. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too old by heaven: let still the woman take [1] => An elder than herself: so wears she to him, [2] => So sways she level in her husband's heart: [3] => For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, [4] => Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, [5] => More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, [6] => Than women's are. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I think it well, my lord. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then let thy love be younger than thyself, [1] => Or thy affection cannot hold the bent; [2] => For women are as roses, whose fair flower [3] => Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so they are: alas, that they are so; [1] => To die, even when they to perfection grow! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. [1] => Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; [2] => The spinsters and the knitters in the sun [3] => And the free maids that weave their thread with bones [4] => Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, [5] => And dallies with the innocence of love, [6] => Like the old age. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Are you ready, sir? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Ay; prithee, sing. [STAGEDIR] => Music ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come away, come away, death, [1] => And in sad cypress let me be laid; [2] => Fly away, fly away breath; [3] => I am slain by a fair cruel maid. [4] => My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, [5] => O, prepare it! [6] => My part of death, no one so true [7] => Did share it. [8] => Not a flower, not a flower sweet [9] => On my black coffin let there be strown; [10] => Not a friend, not a friend greet [11] => My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: [12] => A thousand thousand sighs to save, [13] => Lay me, O, where [14] => Sad true lover never find my grave, [15] => To weep there! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => There's for thy pains. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => I'll pay thy pleasure then. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Give me now leave to leave thee. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the [1] => tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for [2] => thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such [3] => constancy put to sea, that their business might be [4] => every thing and their intent every where; for that's [5] => it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let all the rest give place. [1] => Once more, Cesario, [2] => Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: [3] => Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, [4] => Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; [5] => The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, [6] => Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; [7] => But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems [8] => That nature pranks her in attracts my soul. ) [STAGEDIR] => CURIO and Attendants retire ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => But if she cannot love you, sir? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => I cannot be so answer'd. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sooth, but you must. [1] => Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, [2] => Hath for your love a great a pang of heart [3] => As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; [4] => You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is no woman's sides [1] => Can bide the beating of so strong a passion [2] => As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart [3] => So big, to hold so much; they lack retention [4] => Alas, their love may be call'd appetite, [5] => No motion of the liver, but the palate, [6] => That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt; [7] => But mine is all as hungry as the sea, [8] => And can digest as much: make no compare [9] => Between that love a woman can bear me [10] => And that I owe Olivia. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Ay, but I know-- ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => What dost thou know? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too well what love women to men may owe: [1] => In faith, they are as true of heart as we. [2] => My father had a daughter loved a man, [3] => As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, [4] => I should your lordship. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => And what's her history? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A blank, my lord. She never told her love, [1] => But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, [2] => Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, [3] => And with a green and yellow melancholy [4] => She sat like patience on a monument, [5] => Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? [6] => We men may say more, swear more: but indeed [7] => Our shows are more than will; for still we prove [8] => Much in our vows, but little in our love. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => But died thy sister of her love, my boy? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am all the daughters of my father's house, [1] => And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. [2] => Sir, shall I to this lady? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, that's the theme. [1] => To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, [2] => My love can give no place, bide no denay. ) ) ) [SUBHEAD] => SONG. ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. OLIVIA's garden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN [1] => Exit [2] => Enter MALVOLIO [3] => Taking up the letter [4] => Exit [5] => Re-enter MARIA [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Come thy ways, Signior Fabian. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, [1] => let me be boiled to death with melancholy. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly [1] => rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o' [1] => favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will [1] => fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => An we do not, it is pity of our lives. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here comes the little villain. [1] => How now, my metal of India! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MARIA ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's [1] => coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the [2] => sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half [3] => hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I [4] => know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of [5] => him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there, [6] => for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling. ) [STAGEDIR] => Throws down a letter ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told [1] => me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come [2] => thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one [3] => of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more [4] => exalted respect than any one else that follows her. [5] => What should I think on't? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Here's an overweening rogue! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock [1] => of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes! ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Peace, I say. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => To be Count Malvolio! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Ah, rogue! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Pistol him, pistol him. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Peace, peace! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy [1] => married the yeoman of the wardrobe. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Fie on him, Jezebel! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how [1] => imagination blows him. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Having been three months married to her, sitting in [1] => my state,-- ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet [1] => gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left [2] => Olivia sleeping,-- ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Fire and brimstone! ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => O, peace, peace! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And then to have the humour of state; and after a [1] => demure travel of regard, telling them I know my [2] => place as I would they should do theirs, to for my [3] => kinsman Toby,-- ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Bolts and shackles! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => O peace, peace, peace! now, now. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make [1] => out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind [2] => up watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby [3] => approaches; courtesies there to me,-- ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Shall this fellow live? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar [1] => smile with an austere regard of control,-- ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on [1] => your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'-- ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => What, what? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'You must amend your drunkenness.' ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Out, scab! ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with [1] => a foolish knight,'-- ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => That's me, I warrant you. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'One Sir Andrew,'-- ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => What employment have we here? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Now is the woodcock near the gin. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate reading [1] => aloud to him! ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my life, this is my lady's hand these be her [1] => very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her [2] => great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => wishes:'--her very phrases! By your leave, wax. [2] => Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she [3] => uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be? ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => This wins him, liver and all. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => Jove knows I love: But who? [2] => Lips, do not move; [3] => No man must know. [4] => 'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers [5] => altered! 'No man must know:' if this should be [6] => thee, Malvolio? ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Marry, hang thee, brock! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => I may command where I adore; [2] => But silence, like a Lucrece knife, [3] => With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore: [4] => M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => A fustian riddle! ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Excellent wench, say I. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first, let [1] => me see, let me see, let me see. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => What dish o' poison has she dressed him! ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => And with what wing the staniel cheques at it! ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command [1] => me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is [2] => evident to any formal capacity; there is no [3] => obstruction in this: and the end,--what should [4] => that alphabetical position portend? If I could make [5] => that resemble something in me,--Softly! M, O, A, [6] => I,-- ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as [1] => rank as a fox. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is [1] => excellent at faults. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel; [1] => that suffers under probation A should follow but O does. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => And O shall end, I hope. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O! ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => And then I comes behind. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see [1] => more detraction at your heels than fortunes before [2] => you. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: and [1] => yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for [2] => every one of these letters are in my name. Soft! [3] => here follows prose. [4] => 'If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I [5] => am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some [6] => are born great, some achieve greatness, and some [7] => have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open [8] => their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; [9] => and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, [10] => cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be [11] => opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let [12] => thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into [13] => the trick of singularity: she thus advises thee [14] => that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy [15] => yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever [16] => cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art [17] => made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see [18] => thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and [19] => not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. [20] => She that would alter services with thee, [21] => THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.' [22] => Daylight and champaign discovers not more: this is [23] => open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, [24] => I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross [25] => acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. [26] => I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade [27] => me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady [28] => loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of [29] => late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; [30] => and in this she manifests herself to my love, and [31] => with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits [32] => of her liking. I thank my stars I am happy. I will [33] => be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and [34] => cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting [35] => on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a [36] => postscript. [37] => 'Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou [38] => entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; [39] => thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my [40] => presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.' [41] => Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do [42] => everything that thou wilt have me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Reads [1] => Reads ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not give my part of this sport for a pension [1] => of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => I could marry this wench for this device. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => So could I too. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Nor I neither. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Here comes my noble gull-catcher. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck? ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Or o' mine either? ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy [1] => bond-slave? ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => I' faith, or I either? ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when [1] => the image of it leaves him he must run mad. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Like aqua-vitae with a midwife. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark [1] => his first approach before my lady: he will come to [2] => her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she [3] => abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; [4] => and he will smile upon her, which will now be so [5] => unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a [6] => melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him [7] => into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow [8] => me. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => I'll make one too. ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. OLIVIA's garden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabour [1] => Exit [2] => Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by [1] => thy tabour? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => No, sir, I live by the church. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Art thou a churchman? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for [1] => I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by [2] => the church. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a [1] => beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy [2] => tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is [1] => but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the [2] => wrong side may be turned outward! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with [1] => words may quickly make them wanton. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Why, man? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that [1] => word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words [2] => are very rascals since bonds disgraced them. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Thy reason, man? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and [1] => words are grown so false, I am loath to prove [2] => reason with them. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my [1] => conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be [2] => to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she [1] => will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and [2] => fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to [3] => herrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not [4] => her fool, but her corrupter of words. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, [1] => it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but [2] => the fool should be as oft with your master as with [3] => my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. [1] => Hold, there's expenses for thee. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard! ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for [1] => one; [2] => though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy [3] => lady within? ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Yes, being kept together and put to use. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring [1] => a Cressida to this Troilus. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but [1] => a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is [2] => within, sir. I will construe to them whence you [3] => come; who you are and what you would are out of my [4] => welkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; [1] => And to do that well craves a kind of wit: [2] => He must observe their mood on whom he jests, [3] => The quality of persons, and the time, [4] => And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather [5] => That comes before his eye. This is a practise [6] => As full of labour as a wise man's art [7] => For folly that he wisely shows is fit; [8] => But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Save you, gentleman. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => And you, sir. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Dieu vous garde, monsieur. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Et vous aussi; votre serviteur. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous [1] => you should enter, if your trade be to her. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the [1] => list of my voyage. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My legs do better understand me, sir, than I [1] => understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => I mean, to go, sir, to enter. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we [1] => are prevented. [2] => Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain [3] => odours on you! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter OLIVIA and MARIA ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant [1] => and vouchsafed ear. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em [1] => all three all ready. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing. [1] => Give me your hand, sir. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => My duty, madam, and most humble service. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What is your name? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world [1] => Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: [2] => You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And he is yours, and his must needs be yours: [1] => Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, [1] => Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts [1] => On his behalf. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, by your leave, I pray you, [1] => I bade you never speak again of him: [2] => But, would you undertake another suit, [3] => I had rather hear you to solicit that [4] => Than music from the spheres. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Dear lady,-- ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me leave, beseech you. I did send, [1] => After the last enchantment you did here, [2] => A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse [3] => Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you: [4] => Under your hard construction must I sit, [5] => To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, [6] => Which you knew none of yours: what might you think? [7] => Have you not set mine honour at the stake [8] => And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts [9] => That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving [10] => Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom, [11] => Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I pity you. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => That's a degree to love. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof, [1] => That very oft we pity enemies. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again. [1] => O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud! [2] => If one should be a prey, how much the better [3] => To fall before the lion than the wolf! [4] => The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. [5] => Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: [6] => And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, [7] => Your were is alike to reap a proper man: [8] => There lies your way, due west. ) [STAGEDIR] => Clock strikes ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition [1] => Attend your ladyship! [2] => You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay: [1] => I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => That you do think you are not what you are. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => If I think so, I think the same of you. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Then think you right: I am not what I am. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => I would you were as I would have you be! ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would it be better, madam, than I am? [1] => I wish it might, for now I am your fool. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful [1] => In the contempt and anger of his lip! [2] => A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon [3] => Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. [4] => Cesario, by the roses of the spring, [5] => By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing, [6] => I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, [7] => Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. [8] => Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, [9] => For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause, [10] => But rather reason thus with reason fetter, [11] => Love sought is good, but given unsought better. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By innocence I swear, and by my youth [1] => I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, [2] => And that no woman has; nor never none [3] => Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. [4] => And so adieu, good madam: never more [5] => Will I my master's tears to you deplore. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move [1] => That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. OLIVIA's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN [1] => Exit SIR ANDREW [2] => Enter MARIA [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the [1] => count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; [2] => I saw't i' the orchard. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => As plain as I see you now. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => This was a great argument of love in her toward you. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => 'Slight, will you make an ass o' me? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of [1] => judgment and reason. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And they have been grand-jury-men since before Noah [1] => was a sailor. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She did show favour to the youth in your sight only [1] => to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to [2] => put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver. [3] => You should then have accosted her; and with some [4] => excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should [5] => have banged the youth into dumbness. This was [6] => looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the [7] => double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash [8] => off, and you are now sailed into the north of my [9] => lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle [10] => on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by [11] => some laudable attempt either of valour or policy. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy [1] => I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a [2] => politician. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of [1] => valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight [2] => with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall [3] => take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no [4] => love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's [5] => commendation with woman than report of valour. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; [1] => it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun [2] => of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: [3] => if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be [4] => amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of [5] => paper, although the sheet were big enough for the [6] => bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it. [7] => Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou [8] => write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Where shall I find you? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand [1] => strong, or so. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll [1] => not deliver't? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never trust me, then; and by all means stir on the [1] => youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes [2] => cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were [3] => opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as [4] => will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of [5] => the anatomy. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no [1] => great presage of cruelty. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself [1] => into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is [2] => turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no [3] => Christian, that means to be saved by believing [4] => rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages [5] => of grossness. He's in yellow stockings. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => And cross-gartered? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school [1] => i' the church. I have dogged him, like his [2] => murderer. He does obey every point of the letter [3] => that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his [4] => face into more lines than is in the new map with the [5] => augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such [6] => a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things [7] => at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do, [8] => he'll smile and take't for a great favour. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Come, bring us, bring us where he is. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would not by my will have troubled you; [1] => But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, [2] => I will no further chide you. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I could not stay behind you: my desire, [1] => More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; [2] => And not all love to see you, though so much [3] => As might have drawn one to a longer voyage, [4] => But jealousy what might befall your travel, [5] => Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, [6] => Unguided and unfriended, often prove [7] => Rough and unhospitable: my willing love, [8] => The rather by these arguments of fear, [9] => Set forth in your pursuit. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My kind Antonio, [1] => I can no other answer make but thanks, [2] => And thanks; and ever oft good turns [3] => Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: [4] => But, were my worth as is my conscience firm, [5] => You should find better dealing. What's to do? [6] => Shall we go see the reliques of this town? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am not weary, and 'tis long to night: [1] => I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes [2] => With the memorials and the things of fame [3] => That do renown this city. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would you'ld pardon me; [1] => I do not without danger walk these streets: [2] => Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys [3] => I did some service; of such note indeed, [4] => That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Belike you slew great number of his people. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The offence is not of such a bloody nature; [1] => Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel [2] => Might well have given us bloody argument. [3] => It might have since been answer'd in repaying [4] => What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake, [5] => Most of our city did: only myself stood out; [6] => For which, if I be lapsed in this place, [7] => I shall pay dear. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Do not then walk too open. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse. [1] => In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, [2] => Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, [3] => Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge [4] => With viewing of the town: there shall you have me. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Why I your purse? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Haply your eye shall light upon some toy [1] => You have desire to purchase; and your store, [2] => I think, is not for idle markets, sir. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you [1] => For an hour. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => To the Elephant. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => I do remember. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. OLIVIA's garden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter OLIVIA and MARIA [1] => Enter Servant [2] => Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA [3] => Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN [4] => Exit [5] => Enter SIR ANDREW [6] => Exit [7] => Re-enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA [8] => Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, FABIAN, and MARIA [9] => Exit [10] => Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN [11] => Exit [12] => Exit Act [13] => Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH, with SIR ANDREW [14] => They draw [15] => Enter ANTONIO [16] => They draw [17] => Enter Officers [18] => Exit with Officers [19] => Exit [20] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have sent after him: he says he'll come; [1] => How shall I feast him? what bestow of him? [2] => For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd. [3] => I speak too loud. [4] => Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil, [5] => And suits well for a servant with my fortunes: [6] => Where is Malvolio? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He [1] => is, sure, possessed, madam. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Why, what's the matter? does he rave? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your [1] => ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if [2] => he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go call him hither. [1] => I am as mad as he, [2] => If sad and merry madness equal be. [3] => How now, Malvolio! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit MARIA [1] => Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Sweet lady, ho, ho. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Smilest thou? [1] => I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some [1] => obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but [2] => what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is [3] => with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and [4] => please all.' ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It [1] => did come to his hands, and commands shall be [2] => executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss [1] => thy hand so oft? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => How do you, Malvolio? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'Some are born great,'-- ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Ha! ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'Some achieve greatness,'-- ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What sayest thou? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.' ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Heaven restore thee! ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'-- ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Thy yellow stockings! ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.' ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Cross-gartered! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'-- ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Am I made? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.' ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Why, this is very midsummer madness. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is [1] => returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he [2] => attends your ladyship's pleasure. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll come to him. [1] => Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's [2] => my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special [3] => care of him: I would not have him miscarry for the [4] => half of my dowry. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Servant ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than [1] => Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with [2] => the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may [3] => appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that [4] => in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says she; [5] => 'be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; [6] => let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put [7] => thyself into the trick of singularity;' and [8] => consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad [9] => face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the [10] => habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have [11] => limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me [12] => thankful! And when she went away now, 'Let this [13] => fellow be looked to:' fellow! not Malvolio, nor [14] => after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing [15] => adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no [16] => scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous [17] => or unsafe circumstance--What can be said? Nothing [18] => that can be can come between me and the full [19] => prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the [20] => doer of this, and he is to be thanked. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all [1] => the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion [2] => himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir? [1] => how is't with you, man? ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go [1] => off. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not [1] => I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a [2] => care of him. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Ah, ha! does she so? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently [1] => with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how [2] => is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: [3] => consider, he's an enemy to mankind. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Do you know what you say? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes [1] => it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched! ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Carry his water to the wise woman. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I [1] => live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => How now, mistress! ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => O Lord! ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do [1] => you not see you move him? let me alone with him. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is [1] => rough, and will not be roughly used. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Sir! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for [1] => gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang [2] => him, foul collier! ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => My prayers, minx! ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow [1] => things: I am not of your element: you shall know [2] => more hereafter. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Is't possible? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If this were played upon a stage now, I could [1] => condemn it as an improbable fiction. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Why, we shall make him mad indeed. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => The house will be the quieter. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My [1] => niece is already in the belief that he's mad: we [2] => may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, [3] => till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt [4] => us to have mercy on him: at which time we will [5] => bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a [6] => finder of madmen. But see, but see. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => More matter for a May morning. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's [1] => vinegar and pepper in't. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Is't so saucy? ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me. [1] => 'Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.' ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Good, and valiant. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.' ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy [2] => throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.' ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--less. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => be thy chance to kill me,'-- ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Good. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but [2] => my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy [3] => friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, [4] => ANDREW AGUECHEEK. [5] => If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: [6] => I'll give't him. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in [1] => some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the [1] => orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest [2] => him, draw; and, as thou drawest swear horrible; for [3] => it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a [4] => swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood [5] => more approbation than ever proof itself would have [6] => earned him. Away! ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Nay, let me alone for swearing. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behavior [1] => of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good [2] => capacity and breeding; his employment between his [3] => lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this [4] => letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no [5] => terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a [6] => clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by [7] => word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report [8] => of valour; and drive the gentleman, as I know his [9] => youth will aptly receive it, into a most hideous [10] => opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity. [11] => This will so fright them both that they will kill [12] => one another by the look, like cockatrices. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here he comes with your niece: give them way till [1] => he take leave, and presently after him. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will meditate the while upon some horrid message [1] => for a challenge. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have said too much unto a heart of stone [1] => And laid mine honour too unchary out: [2] => There's something in me that reproves my fault; [3] => But such a headstrong potent fault it is, [4] => That it but mocks reproof. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With the same 'havior that your passion bears [1] => Goes on my master's grief. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; [1] => Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you; [2] => And I beseech you come again to-morrow. [3] => What shall you ask of me that I'll deny, [4] => That honour saved may upon asking give? ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Nothing but this; your true love for my master. ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How with mine honour may I give him that [1] => Which I have given to you? ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I will acquit you. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well: [1] => A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Gentleman, God save thee. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => And you, sir. ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what [1] => nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know [2] => not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as [3] => the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: [4] => dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for [5] => thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel [1] => to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from [2] => any image of offence done to any man. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, [1] => if you hold your life at any price, betake you to [2] => your guard; for your opposite hath in him what [3] => youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man withal. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I pray you, sir, what is he? ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on [1] => carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private [2] => brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and [3] => his incensement at this moment is so implacable, [4] => that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death [5] => and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will return again into the house and desire some [1] => conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard [2] => of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on [3] => others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man [4] => of that quirk. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a [1] => very competent injury: therefore, get you on and [2] => give him his desire. Back you shall not to the [3] => house, unless you undertake that with me which with [4] => as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, [5] => or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you [6] => must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me [1] => this courteous office, as to know of the knight what [2] => my offence to him is: it is something of my [3] => negligence, nothing of my purpose. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this [1] => gentleman till my return. ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a [1] => mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more. ) ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I beseech you, what manner of man is he? ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by [1] => his form, as you are like to find him in the proof [2] => of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, [3] => bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly [4] => have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk [5] => towards him? I will make your peace with him if I [6] => can. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that [1] => had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I [2] => care not who knows so much of my mettle. ) ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a [1] => firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and [2] => all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal [3] => motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he [4] => pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they [5] => step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can [1] => scarce hold him yonder. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant and so [1] => cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld [2] => have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, [3] => and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. ) ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show [1] => on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls. [2] => Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. [3] => I have his horse to take up the quarrel: [4] => I have persuaded him the youth's a devil. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Aside [1] => Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA [2] => To FABIAN ) ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and [1] => looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. ) ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To VIOLA ) [1] => with you for's oath sake: marry, he hath better [2] => bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now [3] => scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for [4] => the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you. ) ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => make me tell them how much I lack of a man. ) ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Give ground, if you see him furious. ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman [1] => will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you; [2] => he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has [3] => promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he [4] => will not hurt you. Come on; to't. ) ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Pray God, he keep his oath! ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => I do assure you, 'tis against my will. ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Put up your sword. If this young gentleman [1] => Have done offence, I take the fault on me: [2] => If you offend him, I for him defy you. ) ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => You, sir! why, what are you? ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more [1] => Than you have heard him brag to you he will. ) ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers. ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => I'll be with you anon. ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please. ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you, [1] => I'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily [2] => and reins well. ) ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => This is the man; do thy office. ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Officer [LINE] => Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino. ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => You do mistake me, sir. ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, [1] => Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. [2] => Take him away: he knows I know him well. ) ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must obey. [1] => This comes with seeking you: [2] => But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. [3] => What will you do, now my necessity [4] => Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me [5] => Much more for what I cannot do for you [6] => Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed; [7] => But be of comfort. ) [STAGEDIR] => To VIOLA ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Officer [LINE] => Come, sir, away. ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => I must entreat of you some of that money. ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What money, sir? [1] => For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, [2] => And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, [3] => Out of my lean and low ability [4] => I'll lend you something: my having is not much; [5] => I'll make division of my present with you: [6] => Hold, there's half my coffer. ) ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will you deny me now? [1] => Is't possible that my deserts to you [2] => Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, [3] => Lest that it make me so unsound a man [4] => As to upbraid you with those kindnesses [5] => That I have done for you. ) ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know of none; [1] => Nor know I you by voice or any feature: [2] => I hate ingratitude more in a man [3] => Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, [4] => Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption [5] => Inhabits our frail blood. ) ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => O heavens themselves! ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Officer [LINE] => Come, sir, I pray you, go. ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here [1] => I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death, [2] => Relieved him with such sanctity of love, [3] => And to his image, which methought did promise [4] => Most venerable worth, did I devotion. ) ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => What's that to us? The time goes by: away! ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But O how vile an idol proves this god [1] => Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. [2] => In nature there's no blemish but the mind; [3] => None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind: [4] => Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil [5] => Are empty trunks o'erflourish'd by the devil. ) ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir. ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Lead me on. ) [144] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks his words do from such passion fly, [1] => That he believes himself: so do not I. [2] => Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, [3] => That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! ) ) [145] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll [1] => whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. ) ) [146] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He named Sebastian: I my brother know [1] => Yet living in my glass; even such and so [2] => In favour was my brother, and he went [3] => Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, [4] => For him I imitate: O, if it prove, [5] => Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love. ) ) [147] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than [1] => a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his [2] => friend here in necessity and denying him; and for [3] => his cowardship, ask Fabian. ) ) [148] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. ) [149] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him. ) [150] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. ) [151] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => An I do not,-- ) [152] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Come, let's see the event. ) [153] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet. ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Before OLIVIA's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown [1] => Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN [2] => Exit [3] => Enter OLIVIA [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow: [1] => Let me be clear of thee. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; nor [1] => I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come [2] => speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; [3] => nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou [1] => know'st not me. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some [1] => great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my [2] => folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, [3] => will prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy [4] => strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my [5] => lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me: There's [1] => money for thee: if you tarry longer, I shall give [2] => worse payment. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men [1] => that give fools money get themselves a good [2] => report--after fourteen years' purchase. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. Are all [1] => the people mad? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be [1] => in some of your coats for two pence. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Come on, sir; hold. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work [1] => with him; I'll have an action of battery against [2] => him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I [3] => struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Let go thy hand. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young [1] => soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If [1] => thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two [1] => of this malapert blood from you. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Madam! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, [1] => Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, [2] => Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight! [3] => Be not offended, dear Cesario. [4] => Rudesby, be gone! [5] => I prithee, gentle friend, [6] => Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway [7] => In this uncivil and thou unjust extent [8] => Against thy peace. Go with me to my house, [9] => And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks [10] => This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby [11] => Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go: [12] => Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me, [13] => He started one poor heart of mine in thee. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What relish is in this? how runs the stream? [1] => Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: [2] => Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; [3] => If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'ldst be ruled by me! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Madam, I will. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => O, say so, and so be! ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. OLIVIA's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MARIA and Clown [1] => Exit [2] => Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA [3] => Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA [4] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard; [1] => make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do [2] => it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself [1] => in't; and I would I were the first that ever [2] => dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to [3] => become the function well, nor lean enough to be [4] => thought a good student; but to be said an honest man [5] => and a good housekeeper goes as fairly as to say a [6] => careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Jove bless thee, master Parson. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of [1] => Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily [2] => said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that is is;' [3] => so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for, [4] => what is 'that' but 'that,' and 'is' but 'is'? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => To him, Sir Topas. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => What, ho, I say! peace in this prison! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => The knave counterfeits well; a good knave. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio [1] => the lunatic. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man! [1] => talkest thou nothing but of ladies? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Well said, Master Parson. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir [1] => Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me [2] => here in hideous darkness. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most [1] => modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones [2] => that will use the devil himself with courtesy: [3] => sayest thou that house is dark? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => As hell, Sir Topas. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, [1] => and the clearstores toward the south north are as [2] => lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of [3] => obstruction? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness [1] => but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than [2] => the Egyptians in their fog. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though [1] => ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there [2] => was never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you [3] => are: make the trial of it in any constant question. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => What thinkest thou of his opinion? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: [1] => thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will [2] => allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, lest [3] => thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Sir Topas, Sir Topas! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => My most exquisite Sir Topas! ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Nay, I am for all waters. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and [1] => gown: he sees thee not. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how [1] => thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this [2] => knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I [3] => would he were, for I am now so far in offence with [4] => my niece that I cannot pursue with any safety this [5] => sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [1] => 'Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, [2] => Tell me how thy lady does.' ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Fool! ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => 'My lady is unkind, perdy.' ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Fool! ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => 'Alas, why is she so?' ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Fool, I say! ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => 'She loves another'--Who calls, ha? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my [1] => hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink and paper: [2] => as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to [3] => thee for't. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Master Malvolio? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Ay, good fool. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused: I [1] => am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no [1] => better in your wits than a fool. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, [1] => send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to [2] => face me out of my wits. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Advise you what you say; the minister is here. [1] => Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! [2] => endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain [3] => bibble babble. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Sir Topas! ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, [1] => sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you, good Sir Topas. [2] => Merry, amen. I will, sir, I will. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Fool, fool, fool, I say! ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, sir, be patient. What say you sir? I am [1] => shent for speaking to you. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good fool, help me to some light and some paper: I [1] => tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Well-a-day that you were, sir ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper and [1] => light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: [2] => it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing [3] => of letter did. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you [1] => not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his [1] => brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I [1] => prithee, be gone. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [1] => I am gone, sir, [2] => And anon, sir, [3] => I'll be with you again, [4] => In a trice, [5] => Like to the old Vice, [6] => Your need to sustain; [7] => Who, with dagger of lath, [8] => In his rage and his wrath, [9] => Cries, ah, ha! to the devil: [10] => Like a mad lad, [11] => Pare thy nails, dad; [12] => Adieu, good man devil. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. OLIVIA's garden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SEBASTIAN [1] => Enter OLIVIA and Priest [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the air; that is the glorious sun; [1] => This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't; [2] => And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, [3] => Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then? [4] => I could not find him at the Elephant: [5] => Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, [6] => That he did range the town to seek me out. [7] => His counsel now might do me golden service; [8] => For though my soul disputes well with my sense, [9] => That this may be some error, but no madness, [10] => Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune [11] => So far exceed all instance, all discourse, [12] => That I am ready to distrust mine eyes [13] => And wrangle with my reason that persuades me [14] => To any other trust but that I am mad [15] => Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, [16] => She could not sway her house, command her followers, [17] => Take and give back affairs and their dispatch [18] => With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing [19] => As I perceive she does: there's something in't [20] => That is deceiveable. But here the lady comes. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well, [1] => Now go with me and with this holy man [2] => Into the chantry by: there, before him, [3] => And underneath that consecrated roof, [4] => Plight me the full assurance of your faith; [5] => That my most jealous and too doubtful soul [6] => May live at peace. He shall conceal it [7] => Whiles you are willing it shall come to note, [8] => What time we will our celebration keep [9] => According to my birth. What do you say? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll follow this good man, and go with you; [1] => And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine, [1] => That they may fairly note this act of mine! ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Before OLIVIA's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Clown and FABIAN [1] => Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and Lords [2] => Exit [3] => Enter ANTONIO and Officers [4] => Enter OLIVIA and Attendants [5] => Enter SIR ANDREW [6] => Exeunt Clown, FABIAN, SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW [7] => Enter SEBASTIAN [8] => To FABIAN [9] => Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO [10] => Exit [11] => Exeunt all, except Clown [12] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Good Master Fabian, grant me another request. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Any thing. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Do not desire to see this letter. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire my [1] => dog again. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse [1] => for my friends. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => No, sir, the worse. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => How can that be? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me; [1] => now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by [2] => my foes, sir I profit in the knowledge of myself, [3] => and by my friends, I am abused: so that, [4] => conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives [5] => make your two affirmatives why then, the worse for [6] => my friends and the better for my foes. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Why, this is excellent. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be [1] => one of my friends. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would [1] => you could make it another. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => O, you give me ill counsel. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, [1] => and let your flesh and blood obey it. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a [1] => double-dealer: there's another. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old [1] => saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, [2] => sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of [3] => Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: [1] => if you will let your lady know I am here to speak [2] => with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake [3] => my bounty further. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come [1] => again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think [2] => that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: [3] => but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I [4] => will awake it anon. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That face of his I do remember well; [1] => Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd [2] => As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war: [3] => A bawbling vessel was he captain of, [4] => For shallow draught and bulk unprizable; [5] => With which such scathful grapple did he make [6] => With the most noble bottom of our fleet, [7] => That very envy and the tongue of loss [8] => Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Orsino, this is that Antonio [1] => That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy; [2] => And this is he that did the Tiger board, [3] => When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: [4] => Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, [5] => In private brabble did we apprehend him. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side; [1] => But in conclusion put strange speech upon me: [2] => I know not what 'twas but distraction. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! [1] => What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, [2] => Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear, [3] => Hast made thine enemies? ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Orsino, noble sir, [1] => Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me: [2] => Antonio never yet was thief or pirate, [3] => Though I confess, on base and ground enough, [4] => Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: [5] => That most ingrateful boy there by your side, [6] => From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth [7] => Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was: [8] => His life I gave him and did thereto add [9] => My love, without retention or restraint, [10] => All his in dedication; for his sake [11] => Did I expose myself, pure for his love, [12] => Into the danger of this adverse town; [13] => Drew to defend him when he was beset: [14] => Where being apprehended, his false cunning, [15] => Not meaning to partake with me in danger, [16] => Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, [17] => And grew a twenty years removed thing [18] => While one would wink; denied me mine own purse, [19] => Which I had recommended to his use [20] => Not half an hour before. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => How can this be? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => When came he to this town? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To-day, my lord; and for three months before, [1] => No interim, not a minute's vacancy, [2] => Both day and night did we keep company. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth. [1] => But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness: [2] => Three months this youth hath tended upon me; [3] => But more of that anon. Take him aside. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What would my lord, but that he may not have, [1] => Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable? [2] => Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Madam! ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Gracious Olivia,-- ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord,-- ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => My lord would speak; my duty hushes me. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, [1] => It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear [2] => As howling after music. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Still so cruel? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Still so constant, lord. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, [1] => To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars [2] => My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out [3] => That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, [1] => Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death, [2] => Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy [3] => That sometimes savours nobly. But hear me this: [4] => Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, [5] => And that I partly know the instrument [6] => That screws me from my true place in your favour, [7] => Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still; [8] => But this your minion, whom I know you love, [9] => And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly, [10] => Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, [11] => Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. [12] => Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief: [13] => I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, [14] => To spite a raven's heart within a dove. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I, most jocund, apt and willingly, [1] => To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Where goes Cesario? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => After him I love [1] => More than I love these eyes, more than my life, [2] => More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife. [3] => If I do feign, you witnesses above [4] => Punish my life for tainting of my love! ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled! ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long? [1] => Call forth the holy father. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Come, away! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Husband! ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Ay, husband: can he that deny? ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Her husband, sirrah! ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => No, my lord, not I. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear [1] => That makes thee strangle thy propriety: [2] => Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up; [3] => Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art [4] => As great as that thou fear'st. [5] => O, welcome, father! [6] => Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, [7] => Here to unfold, though lately we intended [8] => To keep in darkness what occasion now [9] => Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know [10] => Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter Priest ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Priest [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A contract of eternal bond of love, [1] => Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, [2] => Attested by the holy close of lips, [3] => Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; [4] => And all the ceremony of this compact [5] => Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: [6] => Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave [7] => I have travell'd but two hours. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be [1] => When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? [2] => Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, [3] => That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? [4] => Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet [5] => Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => My lord, I do protest-- ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, do not swear! [1] => Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently [1] => to Sir Toby. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => What's the matter? ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby [1] => a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your [2] => help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Who has done this, Sir Andrew? ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for [1] => a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => My gentleman, Cesario? ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for [1] => nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't [2] => by Sir Toby. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: [1] => You drew your sword upon me without cause; [2] => But I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I [1] => think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. [2] => Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: [3] => but if he had not been in drink, he would have [4] => tickled you othergates than he did. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and Clown ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => How now, gentleman! how is't with you? ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end [1] => on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes [1] => were set at eight i' the morning. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I [1] => hate a drunken rogue. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them? ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR ANDREW [LINE] => I'll help you, Sir Toby, because well be dressed together. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR TOBY BELCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a [1] => knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull! ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman: [1] => But, had it been the brother of my blood, [2] => I must have done no less with wit and safety. [3] => You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that [4] => I do perceive it hath offended you: [5] => Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows [6] => We made each other but so late ago. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, [1] => A natural perspective, that is and is not! ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Antonio, O my dear Antonio! [1] => How have the hours rack'd and tortured me, [2] => Since I have lost thee! ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Sebastian are you? ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Fear'st thou that, Antonio? ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How have you made division of yourself? [1] => An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin [2] => Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Most wonderful! ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do I stand there? I never had a brother; [1] => Nor can there be that deity in my nature, [2] => Of here and every where. I had a sister, [3] => Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. [4] => Of charity, what kin are you to me? [5] => What countryman? what name? what parentage? ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; [1] => Such a Sebastian was my brother too, [2] => So went he suited to his watery tomb: [3] => If spirits can assume both form and suit [4] => You come to fright us. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A spirit I am indeed; [1] => But am in that dimension grossly clad [2] => Which from the womb I did participate. [3] => Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, [4] => I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, [5] => And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!' ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => My father had a mole upon his brow. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => And so had mine. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And died that day when Viola from her birth [1] => Had number'd thirteen years. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, that record is lively in my soul! [1] => He finished indeed his mortal act [2] => That day that made my sister thirteen years. ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If nothing lets to make us happy both [1] => But this my masculine usurp'd attire, [2] => Do not embrace me till each circumstance [3] => Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump [4] => That I am Viola: which to confirm, [5] => I'll bring you to a captain in this town, [6] => Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help [7] => I was preserved to serve this noble count. [8] => All the occurrence of my fortune since [9] => Hath been between this lady and this lord. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEBASTIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To OLIVIA ) [1] => But nature to her bias drew in that. [2] => You would have been contracted to a maid; [3] => Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, [4] => You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be not amazed; right noble is his blood. [1] => If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, [2] => I shall have share in this most happy wreck. [3] => Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times [4] => Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. ) [STAGEDIR] => To VIOLA ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And all those sayings will I overswear; [1] => And those swearings keep as true in soul [2] => As doth that orbed continent the fire [3] => That severs day from night. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me thy hand; [1] => And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIOLA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The captain that did bring me first on shore [1] => Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action [2] => Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit, [3] => A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither: [1] => And yet, alas, now I remember me, [2] => They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. [3] => A most extracting frenzy of mine own [4] => From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. [5] => How does he, sirrah? ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter Clown with a letter, and FABIAN ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the staves's end as [1] => well as a man in his case may do: has here writ a [2] => letter to you; I should have given't you to-day [3] => morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, [4] => so it skills not much when they are delivered. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Open't, and read it. ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers [1] => the madman. [2] => 'By the Lord, madam,'-- ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => How now! art thou mad? ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship [1] => will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox. ) ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Prithee, read i' thy right wits. ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to [1] => read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Read it you, sirrah. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => world shall know it: though you have put me into [2] => darkness and given your drunken cousin rule over [3] => me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as [4] => your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced [5] => me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt [6] => not but to do myself much right, or you much shame. [7] => Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little [8] => unthought of and speak out of my injury. [9] => THE MADLY-USED MALVOLIO.' ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Did he write this? ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Ay, madam. ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => This savours not much of distraction. ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [1] => My lord so please you, these things further [2] => thought on, [3] => To think me as well a sister as a wife, [4] => One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, [5] => Here at my house and at my proper cost. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit FABIAN ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer. [1] => Your master quits you; and for your service done him, [2] => So much against the mettle of your sex, [3] => So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, [4] => And since you call'd me master for so long, [5] => Here is my hand: you shall from this time be [6] => Your master's mistress. ) [STAGEDIR] => To VIOLA ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => A sister! you are she. ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Is this the madman? ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, my lord, this same. [1] => How now, Malvolio! ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, you have done me wrong, [1] => Notorious wrong. ) ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Have I, Malvolio? no. ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter. [1] => You must not now deny it is your hand: [2] => Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase; [3] => Or say 'tis not your seal, nor your invention: [4] => You can say none of this: well, grant it then [5] => And tell me, in the modesty of honour, [6] => Why you have given me such clear lights of favour, [7] => Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you, [8] => To put on yellow stockings and to frown [9] => Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people; [10] => And, acting this in an obedient hope, [11] => Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, [12] => Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, [13] => And made the most notorious geck and gull [14] => That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why. ) ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, [1] => Though, I confess, much like the character [2] => But out of question 'tis Maria's hand. [3] => And now I do bethink me, it was she [4] => First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling, [5] => And in such forms which here were presupposed [6] => Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content: [7] => This practise hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee; [8] => But when we know the grounds and authors of it, [9] => Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge [10] => Of thine own cause. ) ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FABIAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good madam, hear me speak, [1] => And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come [2] => Taint the condition of this present hour, [3] => Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, [4] => Most freely I confess, myself and Toby [5] => Set this device against Malvolio here, [6] => Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts [7] => We had conceived against him: Maria writ [8] => The letter at Sir Toby's great importance; [9] => In recompense whereof he hath married her. [10] => How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, [11] => May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; [12] => If that the injuries be justly weigh'd [13] => That have on both sides pass'd. ) ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee! ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness, [1] => and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was [2] => one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but [3] => that's all one. 'By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.' [4] => But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such [5] => a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagged:' [6] => and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. ) ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALVOLIO [LINE] => I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVIA [LINE] => He hath been most notoriously abused. ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE ORSINO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pursue him and entreat him to a peace: [1] => He hath not told us of the captain yet: [2] => When that is known and golden time convents, [3] => A solemn combination shall be made [4] => Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister, [5] => We will not part from hence. Cesario, come; [6] => For so you shall be, while you are a man; [7] => But when in other habits you are seen, [8] => Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen. ) ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Sings ) [1] => When that I was and a little tiny boy, [2] => With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, [3] => A foolish thing was but a toy, [4] => For the rain it raineth every day. [5] => But when I came to man's estate, [6] => With hey, ho, &c. [7] => 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, [8] => For the rain, &c. [9] => But when I came, alas! to wive, [10] => With hey, ho, &c. [11] => By swaggering could I never thrive, [12] => For the rain, &c. [13] => But when I came unto my beds, [14] => With hey, ho, &c. [15] => With toss-pots still had drunken heads, [16] => For the rain, &c. [17] => A great while ago the world begun, [18] => With hey, ho, &c. [19] => But that's all one, our play is done, [20] => And we'll strive to please you every day. ) ) ) ) ) ) )