Act II, Scene II — A street.
Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following.
Mal. Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?
Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.
Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She 5 adds, moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate assurance she will none of him: and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so. 10
Vio. She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.
Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it. [Exit.
Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this lady? 15 Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her! She made good view of me; indeed, so much, That methought her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion 20 Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis, Poor lady, she were better love a dream. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, 25 Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How easy is it for the proper-false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we! For such as we are made of, such we be. 30 How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. What will become of this? As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love; 35 As I am woman,--now alas the day!-- What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! O time! thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie! [Exit.
LINENOTES:
Act II, Scene II — Enter....] Enter V. and M. at severall doores. Ff
[1] even, ev'n Ff. e'en Rowe.
[4] sir:] sir; for being your Lord's she'll none of it. Hanmer.
[9, 10] Receive it so] Receive it, sir Capell.
[11] the ring of me: I'll] the ring of me, Ile Ff (I'le F3 F4). the ring of me! I'll Malone (Anon. conj.). no ring of me; I'll Malone conj. this ring of me! She'll Id. conj.
[16] have not] should have Hanmer.
[18] That] F1. That sure F2 F3 F4. That oft] Jackson conj. That, as Anon. conj.
That ... her] Methought her eager Seymour conj.
had lost] did let Hanmer. had crost Warburton. had los'd Becket conj.
[22] None ... none.] This line is transposed by Hanmer to the beginning of the speech.
[23] I am the] I should be Hanmer.
man: if it be so, as 'tis,] man, if ... so, as tis, F1. man, if ... so as tis, F2 ('tis, F3 F4). man, if ... so: as 'tis, Hanmer. if it be so, (as, 'tis;) Theobald.
[27, 28] the proper-false ... their forms] thy purpose false ... thy forms Jackson conj.
[27] proper-false] Malone. proper false Ff.
[29] our] F2 F3 F4. O F1.
[30] made of, such] Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.). made, if such Ff. made, ev'n such Hanmer. See note (VI).
[32] monster] minister Hanmer.
[32, 33] as much on him; And] as much on him As Dyce conj.
[34] man] a man F3 F4.
[39] to untie] t'unty Ff.
Act II, Scene III — OLIVIA'S house
Enter SIR TOBY and SIR ANDREW.
Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo surgere,' thou know'st,--
Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late is to be up late. 5
Sir To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can. To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements?
Sir And. Faith, so they say; but I think it rather 10 consists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!
Enter Clown.
Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.
Clo. How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture 15 of 'we three'?
Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast 20 in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman: hadst it?
Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose 25 is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
Sir And. Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.
Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have 30 a song.
Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a--
Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life? 35
Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And. Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
Clo. [Sings]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: 40 Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith.
Sir To. Good, good. 45
Clo. [Sings]
What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, 50 Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
Sir To. A contagious breath.
Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. 55 But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?
Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch. 60
Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
Sir And. Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'
Clo. 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be constrained in't to call thee knave, knight. 65
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'
Clo. I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
Sir And. Good, i'faith. Come, begin. [Catch sung.
Enter MARIA.
Mar. What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my 70 lady have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? Tillyvally. 75 Lady! [Sings] 'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'
Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. 80
Sir To. [Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December',--
Mar. For the love o' God, peace!
Enter MALVOLIO.
Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of 85 my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! 90
Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to 95 take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
Sir To. 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'
Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.
Clo. 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'
Mal. Is't even so? 100
Sir To. 'But I will never die.'
Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Mal. This is much credit to you.
Sir To. 'Shall I bid him go?'
Clo. 'What an if you do?' 105
Sir To. 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'
Clo. 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'
Sir To. Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? 110
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.
Sir To. Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crums. A stoup of wine, Maria!
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at 115 any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand. [Exit.
Mar. Go shake your ears.
Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to 120 break promise with him and make a fool of him.
Sir To. Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is 125 much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: I know I can do it.
Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of 130 him.
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog!
Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight? 135
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that cons state without book and utters it by great swarths: the best 140 persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work.
Sir To. What wilt thou do? 145
Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: on 150 a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.
Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.
Sir And. I have 't in my nose too.
Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt 155 drop, that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him an ass.
Mar. Ass, I doubt not. 160
Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable!
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on 165 the event. Farewell. [Exit.
Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.
Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.
Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: what o' that? 170
Sir And. I was adored once too.
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. 175
Sir To. Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i' the end, call me cut.
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
Sir To. Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too 180 late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Act II, Scene III — OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe
[2] diluculo] Rowe. Deliculo F1. Diliculo F2 F3 F4.
[3] know'st,--] Theobald. know'st. Ff.
[9] Does ... life] Rowe (ed. 2). Does ... lives Ff. Do ... lives Malone.
[12] Thou'rt Capell. Th'art Ff. Thou art Steevens.
[13] Marian] Maria Pope.
stoup] stoope F1 F2 F3. stoop F4.
[18] breast] breath L. H. apud Theobald conj.
[22] Pigrogromitus] Pigrogomitus Boswell.
[24] leman] Theobald. Lemon Ff.
[25] impeticos thy gratillity] impeticoat thy gratuity Rann (Johnson conj.).
[27] Myrmidons] Theobald. Mermidons Ff. Mirmidons Pope.
[33] give a--] See note (VII).
[39] and hear;] and heare, F1 F2. and hear, F3 F4. for here Collier MS.
[42] lovers] lovers' Warburton.
[46] love?] Pope, love, Ff.
[49] delay] decay Warburton.
[50] Then come kiss me] Come, a kiss then Johnson conj.
[52] true] a true Rowe.
[57] souls] sols (i.e. sous) Jackson conj.
[59] An] Pope. And Ff.
dog] dogge F1 F2. a dog F3 F4.
[64] knight?] Capell. knight. Ff.
[70] SCENE IV. Pope.
[75] am I not] am not I F3 F4.
[76, 81] [Sings] Singing. Rowe.
[81] O] O' S. Walker conj.
the twelfth] the twelfe F1 F2. twelf F3 F4.
[85] ye] you Hanmer.
[86] coziers'] cottiers Warburton.
[89, 90] Sneck up] F3 F4. Snecke up F1 F2. Strike up Rowe (ed. 2). Sneak-cup Rann (Steevens and Capell conj.). Sneb up Becket conj. Snack up Jackson conj. Snick up Collier (Dyce).
[90] [Hiccoughs. Theobald.
[92] though] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.
[93] kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[95] an] Rowe (ed. 2). and Ff.
[97] See note (VIII).
[98] Mar.] Mal. Steevens.
[101] never] nevery F2.
[105] an] Theobald, and Ff.
[107] no, no, no, no] no, no, no Theobald.
[108] tune, sir:] tune sir, Ff. time, sir? Theobald, tune!--sir, Collier. tune, sir? Staunton.
Art] Art thou Rowe.
[113] Thou'rt] Rowe. Th'art Ff.
chain] chin Johnson conj.
[114] stoup] stope Ff. stoop Rowe.
[120] the field] to the field Rowe (ed. 2.)
[125] the youth] that youth Collier MS.
count's] Duke's Rowe.
[127] a nayword] Rowe. an ayword Ff. a byeword L.H. apud Theobald conj.
[130] Sir To.] Sir And. S. Walker conj.
[132] puritan] a puritan Hanmer.
[139] affectioned] affected Hanmer.
[140] state without book] stale wit out of books Anon. conj.
swarths] swaths Collier.
[142] grounds] F1. ground F2 F3 F4.
[155] letters] letter Collier MS.
[156] they come] it comes Collier MS.
she's] she is F4.
[159] Sir And.] Sir To. Harness (Tyrwhitt conj.).
[160] Ass, I] As I S. Walker conj.
[163] with him] him him Rowe (ed. 2).
[164] his] F1. this F2 F3 F4.
Act II, Scene IV — The DUKE'S palace
Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others.
Duke. Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night: Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms 5 Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: Come, but one verse.
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
Duke. Who was it? 10
Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.
Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. [Exit Curio. Music plays.
Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; 15 For such as I am all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat 20 Where Love is throned.
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves: Hath it not, boy?
Vio. A little, by your favour. 25
Duke. What kind of woman is't?
Vio. Of your complexion.
Duke. She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
Vio. About your years, my lord.
Duke. Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, 30 So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Vio. I think it well, my lord. 35
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent; For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; 40 To die, even when they to perfection grow!
Re-enter CURIO and Clown.
Duke. O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones 45 Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Clo. Are you ready, sir?
Duke. Ay; prithee, sing. [Music. 50
SONG.
Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 55 O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; 60 Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, 65 To weep there!
Duke. There's for thy pains.
Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or 70 another.
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put 75 to sea, that their business might be every thing and their intent every where; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell. [Exit.
Duke. Let all the rest give place. [Curio and Attendants retire. Once more, Cesario, Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: 80 Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems 85 That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
Vio. But if she cannot love you, sir?
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.
Vio. Sooth, but you must. Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, Hath for your love as great a pang of heart 90 As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?
Duke. There is no woman's sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart 95 So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,-- No motion of the liver, but the palate,-- That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt; But mine is all as hungry as the sea, 100 And can digest as much: make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia.
Vio. Ay, but I know,--
Duke. What dost thou know?
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: 105 In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.
Duke. And what's her history?
Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 110 But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? 115 We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, 120 And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. Sir, shall I to this lady?
Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Act II, Scene IV — ] SCENE V. Pope
THE DUKE'S palace.] The Palace. Rowe.
[5] terms] tunes Knight conj.
[13] Seek] Go, seek Capell.
[Exit Curio.] Pope.
[17] motions] notions Warburton (Theobald conj.). See note (IX).
[20] to the seat] from the seat Warburton.
[34] worn] F4. worne F1 F2 F3. won Hanmer.
[41] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.
[45] free] fair Grey conj.
[47] dallies] tallies Warburton.
[50] Ay; prithee] Ay; pr'ythee Capell. I prethee Ff.
[53] Fly ... fly] Rowe. Fye ... fie F1
F2. Fie ... fie F3 F4.
[56] O, prepare] Prepare Pope.
[64] O, where] where Pope.
[65] Sad] om. Pope.
true lover] true-love Capell.
never] ne'er Rann.
[71] another] other Rowe.
[72] Give me ... thee] I give thee ... me Harness.
[73] Clo.] Duk. F2.
[77] every where] no where Warburton.
[79] SCENE VI. Pope.
[C. and A. retire.] Edd. Exeunt C. and A. Capell. om. Ff.
[86] pranks her in] pranks, her mind, Warburton. pranks in her Jackson conj.
[88] I] Hanmer. It Ff.
[97, 98] appetite,-- ... palate,--_] Capell, appetite, ... pallat F1 F2. appetite: ... pallat, F3 F4.
[99] suffer] suffers Rowe.
[101] digest] disgest F2.
[109] And what's] What's Pope.
[113] a green and yellow] agrein and hallow Becket conj.
[114] sat like ... monument,] sat, like ... monument Hunter conj.
[120, 121] I am all the daughters ... And all the brothers too;--and yet] She's all the daughters ... And I am all the sons, but yet Hanmer.
[124] My] F1 F3 F4. Thy F2.
Act II, Scene V — OLIVIA'S garden
Enter SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN.
Sir To. Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
Fab. Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Sir To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? 5
Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o' favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.
Sir To. To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?
Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. 10
Sir To. Here comes the little villain.
Enter MARIA.
How now, my metal of India!
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observe 15 him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there [throws down a letter]; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling. [Exit. 20
Enter MALVOLIO.
Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect than any one else that follows her. What should I think 25 on't?
Sir To. Here's an overweening rogue!
Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!
Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! 30
Sir To. Peace, I say.
Mal. To be Count Malvolio!
Sir To. Ah, rogue!
Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Sir To. Peace, peace! 35
Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!
Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how imagination blows him. 40
Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state,--
Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have 45 left Olivia sleeping,--
Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
Fab. O, peace, peace!
Mal. And then to have the humour of state; and after a demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as I 50 would they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman Toby,--
Sir To. Bolts and shackles!
Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind 55 up my watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby approaches; courtesies there to me,--
Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. 60
Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control,--
Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?
Mal. Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast 65 me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'--
Sir To. What, what?
Mal. 'You must amend your drunkenness.'
Sir To. Out, scab!
Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. 70
Mal. 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight,'--
Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Mal. 'One Sir Andrew,'--
Sir And. I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool. 75
Mal. What employment have we here? [Taking up the letter.
Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!
Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her 80 very C's, her U's and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.
Sir And. Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?
Mal. [reads] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes:--her very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! 85 and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?
Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
Mal. [reads] Jove knows I love: But who? 90 Lips, do not move; No man must know. 'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers altered! 'No man must know:' if this should be thee, Malvolio?
Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock! 95
Mal. [reads] I may command where I adore; But silence, like a Lucrece knife, With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore: M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
Fab. A fustian riddle! 100
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.
Mal. 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first, let me see, let me see, let me see.
Fab. What dish o' poison has she dressed him!
Sir To. And with what wing the staniel checks at it! 105
Mal. 'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity; there is no obstruction in this: and the end,--what should that alphabetical position portend? If I could make that resemble something 110 in me,--Softly! M, O, A, I,--
Sir To. O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.
Fab. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.
Mal. M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name. 115
Fab. Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.
Mal. M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does.
Fab. And O shall end, I hope. 120
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!
Mal. And then I comes behind.
Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
Mal. M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: 125 and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft! here follows prose.
[Reads] If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open 130 their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: she thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who 135 commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee, 140
THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.
Daylight and champain discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination 145 jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I 150 am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.
[Reads] Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become 155 thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.
Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit.
Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. 160
Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir And. So could I too.
Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.
Sir And. Nor I neither. 165
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Re-enter MARIA.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
Sir And. Or o' mine either?
Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave? 170
Sir And. I' faith, or I either?
Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?
Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. 175
Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being 180 addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.
Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!
Sir And. I'll make one too. [Exeunt. 185
LINENOTES:
Act II, Scene V — ] SCENE VII. Pope
OLIVIA'S garden.] Pope.
[3] boiled] broiled Grey conj.
[7] O'] Of Rowe.
[10] An] Pope. And Ff.
it is] 'tis Rowe (ed. 1). it's Id. (ed. 2).
[11] Enter M.] Ff (after line 10).
[12] metal] Malone. Mettle F1. Nettle F2 F3 F4.
[18] [Men hide themselves. Capell.
[throws down a letter] Theobald.
[21] SCENE VIII. Pope.
[30] 'Slight] F3 F4. Slight F1 F2. 'Slife Rowe.
[31, 35] Sir To.] Fab. Edd. conj.
[36] Strachy] Stratarch Hanmer. Trachy Warburton. Trachyne Capell conj. Straccio Smith conj. Starchy Steevens conj. Stitchery Becket conj. Stratico R.P. Knight conj. Astrakhan C. Knight conj. Strozzi Collier conj. Stracci Lloyd conj. Sophy or Saucery or Satrape Anon. apud Halliwell conj.
[37] the wardrobe] her wardrobe Capell conj.
[38] him] her Lloyd conj.
[49] humour] honour Collier MS.
[51] kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[56] my--some] Collier. my some F1 F2. some F3 F4.
[59] Though ... cars] Silence! though our ears be withdrawn from us Becket conj.
with cars] F1. with cares F2 F3 F4. by th' ears Hanmer. with carts Johnson conj. with cables Tyrwhitt conj. with cats Jackson conj. with tears Singer conj. with racks S. Walker conj. with cords Grant White. with screws Bailey conj. with cart-ropes Hunter conj. with curs Anon. conj.
[65] Cousin] Ff. Uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[76] employment] implement Hanmer (Theobald conj.).
[Taking....] Taking up a letter. Rowe.
[78] and] now Rowe.
[84, 89, 96] [reads] Capell.
[85] Soft!] Rowe. Soft, Ff.
[89-92] Jove ... know] As prose in Ff.
[90] But who?] Alas! but who? Hanmer.
[91] Lips,] Edd. (Capell MS.). Lips Ff.
[93] numbers altered!] Capell. numbers alter'd: Ff. number's alter'd Rowe (ed. 2). numbers alter Hanmer.
[97] Lucrece knife] Rowe (ed. 2). Lucresse knife F1 F2. Lucress wife F3 F4. Lucrece' knife Dyce (S. Walker conj.).
[96-99] I may ... my life] As in Hanmer. Printed as two lines in Ff.
[103] let me see, let me see, let me see] let me see, let me see F3 F4.
[104] o'] Dyce. a F1 F2. of F3 F4.
[105] staniel] Hanmer. stallion Ff. falcon Collier MS.
[110] portend? ... me,--] Capell. portend, ... me? Ff. portend. ... me? Rowe (ed. 1). portend? ... me? Id. (ed. 2). portend? ... me. Hanmer.
[112] make up] make out Hanmer. take up Anon. conj.
[113] be] ben't Hanmer.
[115] M, Malvolio ... name] M,-- why ... name. M,--Malvolio! or M,--M,--M,--why ... name Edd. conj.
[118] sequel;] Rowe. sequel Ff.
[119] suffers] suffices Anon. conj.
[123] an] Hanmer. and Ff. and if Capell conj.
[125] simulation] similation Capell conj. MS.
[126] bow to me] F1 F2. bow me F3 F4.
[127] are] is Rowe (ed. 2).
[128] [Reads] Capell.
[129] born] Rowe. become Ff.
achieve] atcheeues F1. See note (X).
[130] thrust upon'em] thrust uppon em F1. thrust upon em F2. put upon em F3. put upon them F4. thrust upon them Rowe (ed. 2).
[131, 132] them; ... be,] them, ... be: F1 F2 F3. them, ... be; F4.
[134] tang] Ff. tang with Hanmer.
[141, 142] thee, THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY. Daylight] Capell. thee, the fortunate unhappy daylight Ff (tht F1). thee. The fortunate and happy daylight Rowe. thee the fortunate and happy. Daylight Hanmer.
[142] champain] Dyce. champian F1 F2. champion F3 F4. champaign Collier (ed. 1).
discovers not] Ff. discovers no Pope, discover no Hanmer.
[143] politic] pollticke F1.
[144, 145] point-devise] point devise Ff. point-de-vice Steevens.
[145] not now] F1. now F2 F3 F4. not Hanmer.
[146] every] very Capell conj.
[149] kind of] kind Capell conj.
[151] be strange, stout] bestir me, strut Anon. conj.
stockings] stocking F2.
[154] [Reads] Collier.
[156] dear] deero F1.
[162] So] And so Hanmer.
[165] SCENE IX. Pope.
[167] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff (after line 164).
[169] at] at a F3 F4.
[181] a melancholy] melancholy F3 F4.
[183] gates of Tartar] gates Tartar F4. gates, Tartar Rowe. gates of Tartarus Collier MS.
[185] [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis Actus secundus. F1. Exeunt. Finis Actus secundi. F2 F3 F4.
Act III, Scene I — OLIVIA'S garden
Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabor.
Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by thy tabor?
Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.
Vio. Art thou a churchman?
Clo. No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for I 5 do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.
Vio. So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.
Clo. You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence 10 is but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words may quickly make them wanton.
Clo. I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir. 15
Vio. Why, man?
Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.
Vio. Thy reason, man? 20
Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.
Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing. 25
Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.
Vio. Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
Clo. No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she 30 will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words.
Vio. I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's. 35
Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master as with my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.
Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with 40 thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.
Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!
Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for one; [Aside] though I would not have it grow on my chin. 45 Is thy lady within?
Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
Vio. Yes, being kept together and put to use.
Clo. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. 50
Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence you come; who you are and what you would are out of my welkin, I might say 55 'element,' but the word is over-worn. [Exit.
Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, 60 And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit. 65
Enter SIR TOBY, and SIR ANDREW.
Sir To. Save you, gentleman.
Vio. And you, sir.
Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
Vio. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.
Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. 70
Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the list of my voyage.
Sir To. Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion. 75
Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter.
Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we are prevented. 80
Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you!
Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well.
Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own 85 most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Sir And. 'Odours,' 'pregnant,' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em all three all ready.
Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing. [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria.] Give 90 me your hand, sir.
Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli. What is your name?
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world 95 Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours: Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, 100 Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!
Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf.
Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you, I bade you never speak again of him: But, would you undertake another suit, 105 I had rather hear you to solicit that Than music from the spheres.
Vio. Dear lady,--
Oli. Give me leave, beseech you. I did send, After the last enchantment you did here, A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse 110 Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you: Under your hard construction must I sit, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Which you knew none of yours: what might you think? Have you not set mine honour at the stake 115 And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom, Hides my heart. So, let me hear you speak.
Vio. I pity you.
Oli. That's a degree to love. 120
Vio. No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.
Oli. Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again. O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better 125 To fall before the lion than the wolf! [Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man: 130 There lies your way, due west.
Vio. Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
Oli. Stay: I prithee, tell me what thou think'st of me. 135
Vio. That you do think you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.
Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I am.
Oli. I would you were as I would have you be!
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am? 140 I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. 145 Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing, I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, 150 For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause; But rather reason thus with reason fetter, Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, 155 And that no woman has; nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good madam: never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Oli. Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move 160 That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
OLIVIA'S garden] Pope. A garden. Rowe.
with a tabor.] Malone. meeting. Capell.
[2] thy] F1. the F2 F3 F4.
[5] sir: I do] sir: and yet I do Capell conj.
[7] king] kings F1.
lies] lives Collier (Capell conj.).
[15] had had] had Hanmer.
[29] not thou] thou not Steevens (1793), corrected in MS.
[32] pilchards] Capell. pilchers Ff.
[35, 97] Count] Duke Rowe.
[36] orb ... sun] Ff. orb; like the sun Dyce.
[40] an] Pope. and Ff.
[41] expenses] sixpence Badham conj.
[Gives him a piece of money. Hanmer.
[45] [Aside] Edd.
[47] bred] breed Malone conj.
[52] begging] Pope. begging, Ff.
[54] construe] conster Ff. them] her Hanmer.
[55] are] F1. is F2 F3 F4.
[61] And] Ff. Not Rann (Johnson conj.). Nor Harness.
[63] wise man's] wise-mans Ff.
[64] folly that he] he that folly Badham conj.
[65] wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint] Capell (Theobald and Tyrwhitt conj.). wisemens folly falne, quite taint F1. wise mens folly falne, quite taint F2 F3 F4 (faln F3 F4). wise mens folly fall'n, quite taints Rowe (ed. 2). wise men's, folly fal'n, quite taints Theobald. wise men's folly shewn, quite taints Hanmer. wise men's folly, fall'n, quite taints Heath conj. wise men, folly-blown, quite taint their wit Anon. conj.
[65] SIR ANDREW] Andrew Ff.
[66] SCENE II. Pope. Sir To.] Sir And. Theobald.
[68, 70] Sir And.] Sir To. Theobald.
[68] vous garde] vou guard Ff.
[69] vous aussi] vouz ousie F1. vouz ausie F2 F3 F4.
votre serviteur] vostre serviture Ff.
[71] Sir To.] om. Theobald.
[80] MARIA] Gentlewoman Ff.
[88] all ready] Malone. already F1 F2. ready F3 F4.
[writing in his table-book. Collier (Collier MS.).
[89] Let] Maria, let Capell conj. reading as verse.
[90] [Exeunt....] Rowe.
Act III, Scene III — Pope
[97] You're] Y'are Ff.
[106] I had] I'd Pope.
[107] Dear] O dearest Hanmer.
lady,--] Theobald. lady. Ff.
[108] Give] Nay, give Capell.
beseech] I beseech F3 F4.
[109] enchantment you did here] Warburton (Thirlby conj.). enchantment you did heare F1 F2. enchantment you did hear F3 F4. enchantment, you did hear Theobald.
[113] shameful] shame-fac'd Collier MS.
[117] one of] om. Hanmer.
receiving] conceiving Mason conj.
[118-120] S. Walker arranges as three lines ending shown ... heart ... you.
[118] cypress] Cipresse F1 F2 F3. Cipress F4. Cyprus Theobald.
[119] Hides] Hideth Delius conj.
heart F1. poor heart F2 F3 F4.
me] us Rowe (ed. 2).
[121] grize] F1. grice F2 F3 F4.
[125] the better] better F3 F4.
[129] is come] are come Pope (ed. 2).
[131, 132] S. Walker would end the lines west ... disposition ... ladyship.
[132] attend] 'tend Steevens.
your ladyship] you Hanmer.
[133] me?] Rowe. me: Ff.
[135] I] om. Pope.
[140] am?] Ff. am, Rowe (ed. 2).
[142, 143] beautiful ... lip!] Rowe. beautiful? ... lip, Ff.
[148] thy] my Collier MS.
[150] thy] 'wry Hanmer.
[157, 158] it, save I alone. And] it. Oli. Save I alone! Vio. And Hanmer.
Act III, Scene II — OLIVIA'S house
Enter SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN.
Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; 5 I saw 't i' the orchard.
Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward 10 you.
Sir And. 'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgement and reason.
Sir To. And they have been grand-jurymen since before 15 Noah was a sailor.
Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent 20 jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle 25 on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
Sir And. An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.
Sir To. Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the 30 basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour. 35
Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full 40 of invention: taunt him with the license of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy 45 ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.
Sir And. Where shall I find you?
Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go. [Exit Sir Andrew.
Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby. 50
Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong, or so.
Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver't?
Sir To. Never trust me, then; and by all means stir 55 on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.
Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage 60 no great presage of cruelty.
Enter MARIA.
Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.
Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, 65 that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.
Sir To. And cross-gartered?
Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a 70 school i' the church. I have dogged him, like his murderer. He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear 75 hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do, he'll smile and take't for a great favour.
Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Act III, Scene II — ] SCENE IV. Pope
OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe.
[5, 31] count's] Duke's Rowe.
[5] upon] on Rowe (ed. 2).
[7] thee the] F3 F4. the F1 F2. you the Long MS.
[12] 'Slight] F3 F4. S'light F1 F2.
[13] I will] F1. I F2 F3 F4.
[27] laudable] om. Rowe.
[28] An't] Hanmer. And't Ff.
[31] youth to fight] youth; go, fight Tyrwhitt conj.
[32] with him] with you Ritson conj.
[35] woman] women Hanmer.
[39] curst] curt Grey conj.
[45] go, about] Capell. go about Ff. and go about Rowe.
[46] write] write it Rowe.
[49] the] thy Hanmer.
[50] SCENE V. Pope.
[57] Andrew] Sir Andrew Collier (Collier MS.).
[58] and] an S. Walker conj.
[62] nine] Theobald, mine Ff.
[64] yond] yon' Capell.
[65] heathen] a heathen S. Walker conj.
renegado] Rowe. Renegatho Ff.
[73] is] Ff. are Steevens.
[78] [Exeunt.] Exeunt Omnes Ff.
Act III, Scene III — A street.
Enter SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO.
Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you; But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you.
Ant. I could not stay behind you: my desire, More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; 5 And not all love to see you, though so much As might have drawn one to a longer voyage, But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove 10 Rough and unhospitable: my willing love, The rather by these arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit.
Seb. My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks; and ever ... oft good turns 15 Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: But, were my worth as is my conscience firm, You should find better dealing. What's to do? Shall we go see the reliques of this town?
Ant. To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging. 20
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night: I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes With the memorials and the things of fame That do renown this city.
Ant. Would you'ld pardon me; I do not without danger walk these streets: 25 Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys I did some service; of such note indeed, That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd.
Seb. Belike you slew great number of his people.
Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature; 30 Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel Might well have given us bloody argument. It might have since been answer'd in repaying What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake, Most of our city did: only myself stood out; 35 For which, if I be lapsed in this place, I shall pay dear.
Seb. Do not then walk too open.
Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse. In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, 40 Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.
Seb. Why I your purse?
Ant. Haply your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, 45 I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you For an hour.
Ant. To the Elephant.
Seb. I do remember. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Act III, Scene III — ] SCENE VI. Pope
A street.] Capell. The street. Rowe.
[7] one] me Heath conj.
[15, 16] And thanks ... pay] Omitted in F2 F3 F4.
[15] And thanks; and ever ... oft good turns] And thankes: and ever oft good turnes F1. And thanks: and ever oft-good turns Pope (ed. 1). And thanks: and ever-oft good turns Id. (ed. 2). And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns Theobald. And thanks, and ever; oft good turns Steevens (1778). And thanks again and ever; oft good turns Rann (Tollet conj.). And thanks, and ever thanks: oft good turns Malone. And thanks, and ever thanks: often good turns Steevens (1794). And thanks, and ever thanks; too oft good turns Seymour conj. And thanks, still thanks; and very oft good turns Collier (Collier MS.). And thanks, and ever thanks; though oft good turns Lettsom conj. And thanks: and very oft good turns Grant White. And thanks, and thanks; and very oft good turns Id. conj.
[17] worth] wealth Collier MS.
[20] lodging] lodging? F1.
[26] count his] Duke his Rowe. County's Malone conj.
[29] people.] people? Dyce.
[36] lapsed] latched Hunter conj.
[47, 48] you For an] Ff. you for An Theobald. As prose in Boswell.
[48] Exeunt.] Ff. Exeunt severally. Capell.
Act III, Scene IV — OLIVIA'S garden
Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.
Oli. I have sent after him: he says he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow of him? For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd. I speak too loud. Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil, 5 And suits well for a servant with my fortunes: Where is Malvolio?
Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is, sure, possessed, madam.
Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? 10
Mar. No, madam, he does nothing but smile: your ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.
Oli. Go call him hither. [Exit Maria.] I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be. 15
Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO.
How now, Malvolio!
Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho.
Oli. Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
Mal. Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some 20 obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and please all.'
Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee? 25
Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Mal. To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee. 30
Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss thy hand so oft?
Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
Mal. At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness 35 before my lady?
Mal.'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. 'Some are born great,'--
Oli. Ha! 40
Mal. 'Some achieve greatness,'--
Oli. What sayest thou?
Mal. 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
Oli. Heaven restore thee!
Mal. 'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'-- 45
Oli. Thy yellow stockings!
Mal. 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
Oli. Cross-gartered!
Mal. 'Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'-- 50
Oli. Am I made?
Mal. 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.
Enter Servant.
Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he 55 attends your ladyship's pleasure.
Oli. I'll come to him. [Exit Servant.] Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him: I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. 60 [Exeunt Olivia and Maria.
Mal. O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says she; 'be opposite with a 65 kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity;' and consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's 70 doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away now, 'Let this fellow be looked to:' fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance--What 75 can be said? Nothing that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY and FABIAN.
Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself 80 possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
Fab. Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man?
Mal. Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go off. 85
Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
Mal. Ah, ha! does she so?
Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal 90 gently with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil; consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Mal. Do you know what you say?
Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he 95 takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.
Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say. 100
Mal. How now, mistress!
Mar. O Lord!
Sir To. Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.
Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend 105 is rough, and will not be roughly used.
Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck?
Mal. Sir!
Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis 110 not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him, foul collier!
Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
Mal. My prayers, minx! 115
Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element: you shall know more hereafter. [Exit.
Sir To. Is't possible? 120
Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
Mar. Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air 125 and taint.
Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.
Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad: 130 we may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him: at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. 135
Enter SIR ANDREW.
Fab. More matter for a May morning.
Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Fab. Is't so saucy?
Sir And. Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read. 140
Sir To. Give me. [Reads] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.
Fab. Good, and valiant.
Sir To. [reads] Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't. 145
Fab. A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
Sir To. [reads] Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for. 150
Fab. Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--less.
Sir To. [reads] I will waylay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,--
Fab. Good.
Sir To. [reads] Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. 155
Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good.
Sir To. [reads] Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn 160 enemy,
ANDREW AGUECHEEK.
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.
Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by 165 depart.
Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering 170 accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him. Away!
Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Exit.
Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour 175 of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will 180 deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, as I know his youth will aptly receive it, into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another 185 by the look, like cockatrices.
Re-enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA.
Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge. 190 [Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone And laid mine honour too unchary out: There's something in me that reproves my fault; But such a headstrong potent fault it is, That it but mocks reproof. 195
Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion bears Goes on my master's grief.
Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you; And I beseech you come again to-morrow. 200 What shall you ask of me that I'll deny, That honour saved may upon asking give?
Vio. Nothing but this;--your true love for my master.
Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that Which I have given to you?
Vio. I will acquit you. 205
Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well: A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell. [Exit.
Re-enter SIR TOBY and FABIAN.
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, sir.
Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of 210 what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly. 215
Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.
Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your 220 guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man withal.
Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he?
Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private 225 brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.
Vio. I will return again into the house and desire some 230 conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man of that quirk.
Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury: therefore, get you on and give him 235 his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you. 240
Vio. This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is: it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this 245 gentleman till my return. [Exit.
Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
Fab. I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more. 250
Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any 255 part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt. 260
Re-enter SIR TOBY, with SIR ANDREW.
Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say 265 he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
Sir And. Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant 270 and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.
Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls. 275 [Aside] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA.
[To Fab.] I have his horse to take up the quarrel: I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.
Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. 280
Sir To. [To Vio.] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for's oath sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you. 285
Vio. [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with 290 you; he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't.
Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath!
Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [They draw. 295
Enter ANTONIO.
Ant. Put up your sword. If this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me: If you offend him, I for him defy you.
Sir To. You, sir! why, what are you?
Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more 300 Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. [They draw.
Enter Officers.
Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
Sir To. I'll be with you anon.
Vio. Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please. 305
Sir And. Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you, I 'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily and reins well.
First Off. This is the man; do thy office.
Sec. Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino. 310
Ant. You do mistake me, sir.
First Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Take him away: he knows I know him well. 315
Ant. I must obey. [To Vio.] This comes with seeking you: But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. What will you do, now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me Much more for what I cannot do for you 320 Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed; But be of comfort.
Sec. Off. Come, sir, away.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.
Vio. What money, sir? 325 For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something: my having is not much; I'll make division of my present with you: 330 Hold, there's half my coffer.
Ant. Will you deny me now? Is't possible that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man As to upbraid you with those kindnesses 335 That I have done for you.
Vio. I know of none; Nor know I you by voice or any feature: I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption 340 Inhabits our frail blood.
Ant. O heavens themselves!
Sec. Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Relieved him with such sanctity of love; 345 And to his image, which methought did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
First Off. What's that to us? The time goes by: away!
Ant. But O how vile an idol proves this god! Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. 350 In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind: Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
First Off. The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir. 355
Ant. Lead me on. [Exit with Officers.
Vio. Methinks his words do from such passion fly, That he believes himself: so do not I. Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! 360
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Vio. He named Sebastian: I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such and so In favour was my brother, and he went 365 Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: O, if it prove, Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love! [Exit.
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend 370 here in necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.
Sir To. Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy 375 sword.
Sir And. An I do not,-- [Exit.
Fab. Come, let's see the event.
Sir To. I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Act III, Scene IV — ] SCENE VII. Pope
OLIVIA'S garden.] Capell. Olivia's house. Rowe.
[1] he says he'll] say, he will Theobald.
[2, 3] bestow of him? For youth is ... borrow'd] bestow? for youth Is ... borrow'd of Badham conj.
[2] of] on Pope.
[4,5] I speak ... civil] Printed as in Pope; as one line in Ff.
[5] Where is] Pope. Where's Ff.
[7-10] Where is ... rave?] As prose in Pope; as three lines in Ff, ending madam ... madam ... rave? As three lines in Hanmer, ending madam ... possest ... rave?
[8] He's] He is Hanmer.
very] om. Hanmer.
[11] nothing] nothing else Hanmer, who reads lines 11-14 as four verses, ending smile; ... guard ... man ... hither.
[13] in 's] in his Hanmer.
[14] [Exit M.] Dyce.
I am] I'm Pope.
[15] merry] mercy F2.
Re-enter M. with Malvolio.] Dyce. Enter Malvolio. Ff (after hither, line 14).
[16] How] Ol. How F2.
[17] ho, ho] F1. ha, ha F2 F3 F4. om. Capell, reading How now ... thou? as one line.
[Smiles fantastically. Rowe (smile. ed. I.)
[18, 19] Smilest ... occasion] As one line in Ff.
[20-25] Sad ... thee?] Printed as seven lines in Ff, ending sad ... blood ... that? ... true ... all ... man ... thee?
[23] is] it F2. has it Capell.
[24] Oli.] Mal. F1.
[28] the sweet] that sweet Rowe (ed. 2).
[38] meanest] meanst F1.
[47] Thy] My Lettsom conj.
[53] very] a very Rann.
[54] Count] Duke Rowe.
[57] [Exit Servant.] Capell.
[58] cousin] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[60] [Exeunt O. and M.] Capell. Exit. Ff.
[61] SCENE VIII. Pope.
[66] tang with] langer with F1. tang Capell.
[70] Jove's] God's Halliwell. Love's Grant White conj.
[71] Jove] God Halliwell. Love Grant White conj.
[78] Re-enter....] Capell. Enter T., F., and M. Ff.
[79] SCENE IX. Pope.
sanctity] sanity S. Walker conj.
[82] How is't] Sir To. How is't Anon. conj.
[84] private] privacy Rowe.
[91] me] him Rowe.
do you] do you do F4.
[95] an] Capell. and Ff. if Pope.
[103] this] that F4.
[104] let me alone with him] Omitted in F3 F4.
[107] bawcock] F1 F2. havock F3 F4.
[110] Ay, Biddy, come with me.] See note (XI).
[116] Mar.] Fab. Anon. conj.
[125] lest] F4. least F1 F2 F3.
[128] will] well F2.
[136] SCENE X. Pope.
[140] Ay, is't] Collier. I, is't? F1 F2. I, is't? F3 F4. Ay, is it, Boswell.
[141] [Reads.] Rowe.
[146] good] very good Rowe (ed 1).
[151] to] om. Rowe.
sense--less] sence-lesse F1 F2. sense-lesse F3. sense-less F4. senseless Capell.
[159] mine] thine Johnson conj.
[162] If] To. If Ff.
[168] bum-baily] bum-bailiff Theobald.
[169] horrible] F1. horribly F2 F3 F4.
[180] it comes] F1 F2. that it comes F3 F4.
[186] Re-enter O. and V.] Collier (after line 184). Enter O. and V. Ff.
[187] SCENE XL Pope.
[190] [Exeunt Sir T., F. and M.] Capell. Exeunt. F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[191] I have] I've Pope.
[192] out] Theobald. on't Ff.
[196, 197] 'haviour that your ... Goes ... grief] 'haviour Your ... goes ... grief Capell conj.
[197] Goes ... grief] Rowe. Goes ... greefes F1 F2. Goes ... griefs F3 F4. Go ... griefs Malone.
[202] That honour saved] That honour (sav'd) F1 F2. That (honour sav'd) F3 F4.
[208] SCENE XII. Pope.
[212] intercepter] interpreter Warburton.
[216] sir; I am sure] Theobald. sir I am sure, F1 F2. sir, I am sure, F3 F4. sir, I am sure Rowe.
[222] man] a man F3 F4.
[224] knight] a knight Collier MS.
unhatched] unhack'd Pope. an hatcht Malone conj.
[229] nob] nod Rowe (ed. 2).
[234] Sir, no] No, sir, no Hanmer.
derives] drives F4.
[235] competent] F4. computent F1 F2 F3.
[238] him:] F1 F3 F4. him? F2. to him; Hanmer.
or] and Hanmer.
your sword] you of sword Anon. conj.
[241] as uncivil] an uncivil Capell (corrected in MS.).
[242] as to know] to know Capell.
[260] [Exeunt.] om. Capell. See note (XII).
Re-enter....] Capell. Enter Toby and Andrew. Ff. Re-enter Sir T. with Sir A. hanging back. Collier (Collier MS.).
[261] SCENE XIII. Pope. SCENE V. Dyce and Staunton.
[262] firago] virago Rowe.
[263] stuck in] stuck--in Johnson. stuck-in, Capell. stuckin Singer.
[264] you] your F2.
[265] hit] Rowe. hits Ff.
[269] yonder] om. Rowe.
[270] an] Theobald. and Ff. if Pope.
[273] Capilet] Capulet Dyce.
[276] [Aside] Theobald.
Re-enter F. and V.] Enter F. and V. Ff. om. Capell. Enter F. and V. unwillingly. Collier MS.
[277] [To Fab.] Rowe.
take up] make up Anon. conj.
[281] [To Vio.] Capell.
[282] oath sake] oath's sake Capell.
[283] scarce to be] to be scarce Capell conj.
[286] [Aside] Capell.
[295] SCENE XIV. Pope.
[They draw.] Rowe. They go back from each other. Collier (Collier MS.).
Enter A.] Ff (after line 294). Enter A.; draws, and runs between. Capell.
[298] [Drawing. Rowe.
[302] [They draw.] Edd. Draws. Rowe.
Enter Officers.] Enter two Officers. Capell. Enter Officers. Dyce and Staunton (after line 308).
[304] [To Antonio. Capell.
[305] [To Sir Andrew. Rowe.
[310-312] As two lines in Capell, ending suit ... sir.
[310] Count] Duke Rowe.
[316] [To Vio.] Collier.
[318, 319] do, now ... purse?] Dyce and Staunton. do: now ... purse. F1. doe? now ... purse. F2 F3 F4.
[324] money] money back Capell, reading 323-325 as two lines, ending you ... sir?
[331] Hold, there's] Hold, There's S. Walker conj.
there's] there is Hanmer.
now?] F3 F4. now, F1 F2.
[334] Lest] F4. Least F1 F2 F3.
[339] lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness] Steevens (1793). lying, vainnesse, babling drunkennesse Ff. lying vainness, babbling drunkenness Rowe (ed. 2).
[342] pray you, go] pray, go S. Walker conj., ending the line at little. pray you Lloyd conj.
[343] speak] but speak Hanmer.
This youth] Why, this youth Hanmer, ending lines 342, 343 at speak ... here.
[345] love;] Ff. love,-- Capell. After this S. Walker supposes a line to be lost.
[346] his] this S. Walker conj.
[347] venerable] veritable Collier (Collier MS.).
[349] vile] Pope. vilde F1 F2 F3. vild F4.
[353] beauteous evil] beauteous-evil Malone.
[355] The man] Surely the man Hanmer.
Come] 2. Off. Come Capell. This word begins a line in Ff.
[356] with Officers.] Theobald. om. Ff.
[362] we'll] Weel F1. Well F2 F3 F4.
[367] O, if] so if Becket conj.
[368] [Exit.] F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[373] a most] om. Hanmer.
[374] 'Slid] Od's lid Hanmer.
[375] never] ne'er Hanmer.
[377] An] Theobald. And Ff. If Pope.
not,--] Theobald. not. Ff.
[378] let's] let us Hanmer.
[379] any] om. Hanmer.
[Exeunt.] Rowe. [Exit. Ff.
Act IV, Scene I — Before OLIVIA'S house
Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.
Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow: Let me be clear of thee.
Clo. Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; 5 nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.
Seb. I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know'st not me. 10
Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art 15 coming?
Seb. I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me: There's money for thee: if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise 20 men that give fools money get themselves a good report--after fourteen years' purchase.
Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY, and FABIAN.
Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.
Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. 25 Are all the people mad?
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.
Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two pence. 30 [Exit.
Sir To. Come on, sir; hold.
Sir And. Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I stroke him first, yet it's no matter for that. 35
Seb. Let go thy hand.
Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.
Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? 40 If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
Enter OLIVIA.
Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold!
Sir To. Madam! 45
Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight! Be not offended, dear Cesario. Rudesby, be gone! [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
I prithee, gentle friend, 50 Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby 55 Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go: Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me, He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: 60 Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Oli. Nay, come, I prithee: would thou'ldst be ruled by me!
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli. O, say so, and so be! [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Act IV, Scene I — Before....] The street before.... Capell. The street. Rowe. om. Ff
[9, 10] Arranged as in Capell; as prose in Ff.
[13] great lubber, the world] great lubberly World Collier MS. great luberly word Grant White (Douce conj.). lubberly word Staunton conj. See note (XIII).
[15] that thou] that that F2.
[17] Greek] F3 F4. greeke F1 F2. geck Hanmer (Theobald conj.). grig or gleeker Anon. conj.
[17-19] Arranged as in Capell; as prose in Ff.
[19] worse] worser Anon. conj.
[21] report--] Staunton. report, Ff.
[24] [Striking Sebastian. Rowe.
[25] and there, and there] and there, and there, and there Capell.
[Beating Sir Andrew. Rowe.
[30] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff.
[31] Come on, sir] Come, sir Rann. Come off, sir Anon. conj.
[Holding Sebastian. Rowe.
[34] be] he F2.
[stroke] F1 F2. strook F3. struck F4.
[38] put up ... fleshed] [To Sir And.] put up ... fleshed Badham conj.
[40] [Wrenches from him and draws. Capell.
[43] [They draw and fight. Rowe.
[44] SCENE II. Pope.
[50] [Exeunt....] Capell. Exeunt Sir T. and Sir A. Rowe.
[55] botched] bouch'd Becket conj.
[63] prithee] pray Pope.
Act IV, Scene II — OLIVIA'S house
Enter MARIA and CLOWN.
Mar. Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard; make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. [Exit.
Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in 't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in 5 such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said an honest man and a good housekeeper goes as fairly as to say a careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter. 10
Enter SIR TOBY and MARIA.
Sir To. Jove bless thee, master Parson.
Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that is is;' so I, being master Parson, am master Parson; for, what is 'that' but 'that,' 15 and 'is' but 'is'?
Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
Clo. What, ho, I say! peace in this prison!
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
Mal. [within] Who calls there? 20
Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.
Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this 25 man! talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
Sir To. Well said, master Parson.
Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here in hideous darkness. 30
Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?
Mal. As hell, Sir Topas. 35
Clo. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clearstores toward the south north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?
Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark. 40
Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never 45 man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are: make the trial of it in any constant question.
Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?
Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit 50 a bird.
Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion?
Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.
Clo. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: 55 thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas! 60
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
Mar. Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown: he sees thee not.
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this 65 knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria.
Clo. [Singing] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, 70 Tell me how thy lady does.
Mal. Fool,----
Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
Mal. Fool,----
Clo. Alas, why is she so? 75
Mal. Fool, I say,----
Clo. She loves another--Who calls, ha?
Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink and paper: as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. 80
Clo. Master Malvolio?
Mal. Ay, good fool.
Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?
Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. 85
Clo. But as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.
Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. 90
Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.
Mal. Sir Topas,----
Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, 95 I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you, good Sir Topas. Marry, amen. I will, sir, I will.
Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,----
Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you. 100
Mal. Good fool, help me to some light and some paper: I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.
Clo. Well-a-day that you were, sir!
Mal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper 105 and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.
Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? 110
Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I prithee, be gone. 115
Clo. [Singing] I am gone, sir, And anon, sir, I'll be with you again, In a trice, Like to the old vice, 120 Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath, In his rage and his wrath, Cries, ah, ha! to the devil: Like a mad lad, 125 Pare thy nails, dad; Adieu, goodman Drivel. [Exit.
LINENOTES:
Act IV, Scene II — ] SCENE III. Pope
OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe.
[3] [Exit.] Exit M. Theobald.
[6] tall] fat Reed (1803) (Farmer conj.). pale Tyrwhitt conj. of taille Becket conj.
[7] student] studient F1.
[9] careful] graceful Hanmer (Warburton).
[10] Enter Sir T. and M.] Theobald. Enter Toby. Ff.
[11] Jove] God Edd. conj.
[11, 14, 15, 27] master] M. Ff and passim.
[13] Prague] Rowe. Prage F1 F2 F3. Prauge F4.
[14] Gorboduc] Gorboduck Pope. Gorbodacke F1 F2 F4. Gorbodack F3.
[18] [rapping at an inner door. Capell.
[20] Mal. [within] Malvolio within (as a stage direction) Mal. Ff.
[26] nothing but of] of nothing but Anon. conj.
[33] that] this Rann. the or that the Anon. conj.
[37] clearstores] cleere stores F1. cleare stones F2. clear stones F3 F4. clear stories Boswell (Blakeway conj.).
[49] wild fowl] the soul Theobald conj.
[50] haply] Capell. happily Ff.
[58] soul] soule F1. house F2 F3 F4.
[61] waters] wanters or ventures Anon. conj.
[65] well] F1. all F2 F3 F4. all well Collier MS.
[68] to the upshot] Rowe. the upshot Ff.
[69] chamber] champer F2.
[Exeunt....] Exit with Maria. Theobald. Exit Ff.
[70] SCENE IV. Pope.
[Singing] Rowe.
[70, 71] Hey ... does.] Hey, jolly Robin, tell to me, How does thy lady do? Farmer conj.
[71] thy] my Rowe (ed. 2).
[83] besides] beside Capell conj.
[86] you are] thou art Rowe (ed. 2).
[88] have here] have Pope.
[96] be wi' you] buy you Ff. b' w' you Pope.
[97] sir, I will] F1. sir, I will sir F2 F3 F4.
[109, 110] are you not] are you Johnson conj.
[110] or] and Malone conj.
[116-127] Arranged as in Capell. As eight lines in Ff.
[116] [Singing] Rowe. on. Ff.
[119, 120] In a trice, Like to the] With a trice, Like the Collier MS. With a trice, Like to the Collier (ed. 2).
[126] dad;] dad, Ff. dad? Farmer conj.
[127] goodman Drivel] Rowe (ed. 2). good man diuell F1. good man Direll F2. good man Devil F3 F4. goodman Mean-evil Johnson conj. good Mean-evil Mason conj. goodman Civil, or good man, be civil Anon. conj.
Act IV, Scene III — OLIVIA'S garden
Enter SEBASTIAN.
Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't; And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then? I could not find him at the Elephant: 5 Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, That he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service; For though my soul disputes well with my sense, That this may be some error, but no madness, 10 Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance, all discourse, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me To any other trust but that I am mad, 15 Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, She could not sway her house, command her followers, Take and give back affairs and their dispatch With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing As I perceive she does: there's something in't 20 That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
Enter OLIVIA and Priest.
Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well, Now go with me and with this holy man Into the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, 25 Plight me the full assurance of your faith; That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace. He shall conceal it Whiles you are willing it shall come to note, What time we will our celebration keep 30 According to my birth. What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oliv. Then lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. 35
LINENOTES:
Act IV, Scene III — ] SCENE V. Pope
OLIVIA'S garden.] Capell. Another apartment in O.'s house. Theobald.
[6] this credit] in credit Becket conj. this credit [He takes a letter from his pocket] Jackson conj.
credit] F3 F4. credite F1 F2. credent Theobald conj. current Hanmer. credited Mason conj.
[15] I am] I'm Pope.
[18] affairs and their dispatch] and thus dispatch affairs Collier (Collier MS.).
[21] the lady comes] she comes Pope. comes the lady Steevens.
[27] jealous] iealious F1.
[28] live] henceforth live Hanmer.
[29] Whiles] While Grant White.
[34] and heavens] F1 F2. and heaven F3 F4. heav'ns Pope.
[35] [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis Actus Quartus. F1. Finis actus Quarti. F2 F3 F4.
Act V, Scene I — Before OLIVIA'S house
Enter Clown and FABIAN.
Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.
Clo. Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
Fab. Any thing.
Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Fab. This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire 5 my dog again.
Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and Lords.
Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.
Duke. I know thee well: how dost thou, my good fellow?
Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse 10 for my friends.
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Clo. No, sir, the worse.
Duke. How can that be?
Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of 15 me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. 20
Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.
Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.
Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would 25 you could make it another.
Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a double-dealer: 30 there's another.
Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three. 35
Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.
Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. 40 I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit.
Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
Enter ANTONIO and Officers.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well; 45 Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war: A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable; With which such scathful grapple did he make 50 With the most noble bottom of our fleet, That very envy and the tongue of loss Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?
First Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy; 55 And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.
Vio. He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side; 60 But in conclusion put strange speech upon me: I know not what 'twas but distraction.
Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear, 65 Hast made thine enemies?
Ant. Orsino, noble sir, Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me: Antonio never yet was thief or pirate, Though I confess, on base and ground enough, Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: 70 That most ingrateful boy there by your side, From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was: His life I gave him and did thereto add My love, without retention or restraint, 75 All his in dedication; for his sake Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Into the danger of this adverse town; Drew to defend him when he was beset: Where being apprehended, his false cunning, 80 Not meaning to partake with me in danger, Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, And grew a twenty years removed thing While one would wink; denied me mine own purse, Which I had recommended to his use 85 Not half an hour before.
Vio. How can this be?
Duke. When came he to this town?
Ant. Today, my lord; and for three months before, No interim, not a minute's vacancy, Both day and night did we keep company. 90
Enter OLIVIA and Attendants.
Duke. Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth. But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness: Three months this youth hath tended upon me; But more of that anon. Take him aside.
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, 95 Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable? Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
Vio. Madam!
Duke. Gracious Olivia,--
Oli. What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord,-- 100
Vio. My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear As howling after music.
Duke. Still so cruel?
Oli. Still so constant, lord. 105
Duke. What, to perverseness? You uncivil lady, To whom ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. 110
Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death, Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy That sometime savours nobly. But hear me this: Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, 115 And that I partly know the instrument That screws me from my true place in your favour, Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still; But this your minion, whom I know you love, And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly, 120 Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief: I 'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. 125
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
Oli. Where goes Cesario?
Vio. After him I love More than I love these eyes, more than my life, More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife. 130 If I do feign, you witnesses above Punish my life for tainting of my love!
Oli. Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long? 135 Call forth the holy father.
Duke. Come, away!
Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband!
Oli. Ay, husband: can he that deny?
Duke. Her husband, sirrah!
Vio. No, my lord, not I.
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear 140 That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st.
Enter Priest.
O, welcome, father! Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, 145 Here to unfold, though lately we intended To keep in darkness what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, 150 Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: 155 Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travell'd but two hours.
Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, 160 That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My lord, I do protest--
Oli. O, do not swear! Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. 165
Enter SIR ANDREW.
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently to Sir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter?
Sir And. He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your 170 help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario? 175
Sir And. 'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me without cause; 180 But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Enter SIR TOBY and Clown.
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates 185 than he did.
Duke. How now, gentleman! how is't with you?
Sir To. That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes 190 were set at eight i' the morning.
Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them? 195
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.
Sir To. Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull!
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. 200 [Exeunt Clown, Fabian, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
Enter SEBASTIAN.
Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less with wit and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that I do perceive it hath offended you: 205 Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago.
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural perspective, that is and is not!
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio! 210 How have the hours rack'd and tortured me, Since I have lost thee!
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin 215 Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Oli. Most wonderful!
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, 220 Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. Of charity, what kin are you to me? What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too, 225 So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit You come to fright us.
Seb. A spirit I am indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad Which from the womb I did participate. 230 Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!'
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine. 235
Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished indeed his mortal act That day that made my sister thirteen years. 240
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump That I am Viola: which to confirm, 245 I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help I was preserved to serve this noble count. All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady and this lord. 250
Seb. [To Olivia] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook: But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. 255
Duke. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood. If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck. [To Viola] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. 260
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; And all those swearings keep as true in soul As doth that orbed continent the fire That severs day from night.
Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. 265
Vio. The captain that did bring me first on shore Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.
Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither: 270 And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown with a letter, and FABIAN.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. How does he, sirrah? 275
Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his case may do: has here writ a letter to you; I should have given 't you to-day morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. 280
Oli. Open 't, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers the madman. [Reads] By the Lord, madam,--
Oli. How now! art thou mad?
Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship 285 will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox.
Oli. Prithee, read i' thy right wits.
Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.
Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [To Fabian. 290
Fab. [Reads] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do 295 myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of and speak out of my injury.
THE MADLY-USED MALVOLIO.
Oli. Did he write this?
Clo. Ay, madam. 300
Duke. This savours not much of distraction.
Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit Fabian.
My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, 305 Here at my house and at my proper cost.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer. [To Viola] Your master quits you; and for your service done him, So much against the mettle of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, 310 And since you call'd me master for so long, Here is my hand: you shall from this time be Your master's mistress.
Oli. A sister! you are she.
Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO.
Duke. Is this the madman?
Oli. Ay, my lord, this same. How now, Malvolio!
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, 315 Notorious wrong.
Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter. You must not now deny it is your hand: Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase; Or say 'tis not your seal, not your invention: 320 You can say none of this: well, grant it then And tell me, in the modesty of honour, Why you have given me such clear lights of favour, Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you, To put on yellow stockings and to frown 325 Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people; And, acting this in an obedient hope, Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, And made the most notorious geek and gull 330 That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Though, I confess, much like the character: But out of question 'tis Maria's hand. And now I do bethink me, it was she 335 First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling, And in such forms which here were presupposed Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content: This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee; But when we know the grounds and authors of it, 340 Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause.
Fab. Good madam, hear me speak, And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, 345 Most freely I confess, myself and Toby Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceived against him: Maria writ The letter at Sir Toby's great importance; 350 In recompense whereof he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; If that the injuries be justly weigh'd That have on both sides pass'd. 355
Oli. Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
Clo. Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all one. 'By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.' But do you remember? 360 'Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagged:' and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit.
Oli. He hath been most notoriously abused. 365
Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace: He hath not told us of the captain yet: When that is known, and golden time convents, A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister, 370 We will not part from hence. Cesario, come; For so you shall be, while you are a man; But when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen. [Exeunt all, except Clown.
Clo. [Sings]
When that I was and a little tiny boy, 375 With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, &c. 380 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain, &c. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, &c. By swaggering could I never thrive, 385 For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, &c. With toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain, &c. 390
A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, &c. But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit.
LINENOTES:
Before OLIVIA'S house] Capell. The street. Pope.
[1] his] F1. this F2 F3 F4.
[6] Lords.] Attendants. Capell.
[18] that, conclusions ... kisses] that, conclusion to be asked, is Theobald (Warburton). the conclusion to be asked is Hanmer. that conclusions follow as kisses Heath conj. See note (XIV).
[20] for my friends] of my friends F3 F4.
[33] triplex] triplet Collier (Collier MS.).
[34] or] as Mason conj.
Bennet] Bennet's Anon. conj.
[44] SCENE II. Pope.
[Enter A....] Ff (after line 43).
[60] did] shew'd Capell (corrected in MS.).
[66] Orsino, noble sir] Noble sir, Orsino Hanmer.
[71] ingrateful] ungrateful F4.
[73] wreck] Pope. wracke F1 F2. wrack F3 F4.
[76] his] F1. this F2 F3 F4.
in] is F3 F4.
[77] for] of F3 F4.
[84] me] be F3 F4.
[87] he] you Hanmer.
[89] interim] intrim F1.
[91] SCENE III. Pope.
Enter O....] Ff. Dyce, after line 94.
[97] do not] don't Hanmer.
[99] Olivia,--] Theobald. Olivia. Ff.
[100] lord,--] Pope. lord. Ff.
[103] fat] flat Hanmer (Warburton).
[104] Still] Still, still Capell.
[105] so constant, lord] lord, so constant Hanmer.
[108] hath] Capell. have Ff. has Pope.
[111] do it] do't Pope.
[114] me] om. Pope.
[125] [Going. Theobald.
[127] [Following. Theobald.
[133] Ay] F4. Aye F1 F2 F3. Ah Hanmer.
[136] [Exit an Attendant. Capell.
[To Viola. Theobald.
[144] that thou] thou F3 F4.
Enter Priest.] Ff. Re-enter Attendant, with Priest. Capell.
[150] of eternal] and eternal Collier (Malone conj. withdrawn).
[159] on thy case] on thy face Madden conj. upon thee Keightley conj. See note (XV).
[164] protest--] Rowe. protest Ff.
[165] Hold] F1. How F2 F3 F4.
Enter Sir A.] Ff. Enter Sir A. with his head broke. Rowe.
[166] SCENE IV. Pope.
Send] F1 F2. and F3 F4. and send Rowe (ed. 2).]
[169] He has] H'as Ff.
has given] F1 F2. given F3 F4. h'as given Capell.
[174] incardinate] incarnate Rowe.
[183] Enter Sir Toby....] Enter Toby.... Ff (after line 181). Enter Sir T. drunk, led by the Clown. Capell.
[185, 186] othergates] other gates Ff.
[188] has] Ff. h'as Rowe (ed. 1). ha's Id. (ed. 2). he has Pope.
[188, 189] the end] th'end F1 F2. an end F3 F4.
[189] didst] didst thou F3 F4.
[190] Sir Toby] F1. sir above F2 F3 F4. Sir Toby, above Theobald.
[191] set at] F1 F2. at F3 F4.
[192] rogue, and a passy measures panyn:] F1. Rogue after a passy measures Pavin: F2 F3 F4. rogue, and a past-measure painim. Pope. rogue, and a passy-measure pavin: Steevens. rogue:--and after a passy-measure or a pavin, Rann. rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin, Reed (Tyrwhitt conj.). rogue and a pazzomezzo paynim Becket conj. rogue and a passy measures paynim: Grant White. rogue. After a passing measure and a pavin Anon. conj. (Gent. Mag.).
[198, 199] help? an ass-head ... gull!] Malone. help an ass-head ... gull? Ff.
[200] [Exeunt...] Dyce and Staunton. Exe. Clo. To. & And. Rowe. Exeunt Clown and some Attendants, with Sir T. and Sir A. Capell.
[201] SCENE V. Pope.
kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[203] [All stand in amaze. Theobald.
[204] You throw a strange] You throw A strange S. Walker conj.
upon] on Pope.
upon me, and by that] on me, by that Lettsom conj.
and by that] by which Pope. and By that Capell.
[209] natural] nat'ral Pope.
[213] Fear'st thou] Ff. Fear'd thou Rowe (ed. 2). Fear'd you Pope.
[219] that] F1. a F2 F3 F4.
[222] [To Viola. Rowe.
[224] Messaline] Metelin Hanmer.
[231] goes] F1. goe F2. go F3 F4.
[233] And] As Capell (corrected in MS.).
[246] captain] captain's Grant White (Collier MS.).
[247] maiden] maids Theobald.
by whose] he, by whose Staunton conj.
[248] preserved] preferr'd Theobald.
count] Duke Rowe.
[249] occurrence] occurrents Hanmer.
[250] Hath] Have Hanmer.
[251] [To Olivia.] Rowe.
[252] drew] true Collier MS.
[258] wreck] Rowe. wracke F1 F2. wrack F3 F4.
[260] shouldst] shoulst F2.
[263, 264] fire ... severs] fires ... sever Singer.
[272] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.
and FABIAN.] om. Capell.
[273] SCENE VI. Pope.
extracting] F1. exacting F2 F3 F4. distracting Hanmer.
[274] banish'd] banisht F1. banish F2 F3 F4.
[277] has] h'as Rowe. he has Malone.
[281] Open 't] Open it Malone.
[283] [Reads] Rowe.
[284] art thou] art Pope.
[285] an] Pope. and Ff.
[286] Vox] for't Heath conj. oaths Mason conj.
[287] read] read it F3 F4.
right wits] wits right Johnson conj.
[290] [To Fabian.] Rowe.
[291] [Reads] Ff.
[Sidenote 293] cousin] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
the benefit] benefit Rowe, F3 F4.
[302] [Exit Fabian.] Capell.
[305] on't, so] an't so Heath conj. and, so Collier (Collier MS.).
[308] [To Viola] Rowe.
[309] mettle] Ff. metal Rowe.
[313] mistress. Oli. A ... she] mistress, and his sister she Hanmer.
Re-enter F. with M.] Capell. Enter M. Ff. Enter M. with straw about him, as from prison. Collier MS.
[314] SCENE VII. Pope.
[315] you have] you've S. Walker conj.
[320] seal, not] seal, nor F4.
[330] and gull] F1. or gull F2 F3 F4.
[336] then] thou Rann.
camest in] cam'st thou Theobald.
[337] presupposed] preimpos'd Collier (Collier MS.).
[342] hear] here F2.
[346] confess, myself] Theobald. confess myself, Ff.
Toby] Sir Toby Theobald.
[349] against] in Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.).
[355, 356] S. Walker would end line 355 at fool.
[356] fool] Foole F1 F2 F3. Fool F4. soul Collier (Collier MS.). tool Anon. conj.
thee!] Capell. thee? Ff.
[358] thrown] thrust Theobald.
[360, 361] remember? 'Madam, why] Malone (Tyrwhitt conj.). remember, Madam, why Ff. remember, Madam,--'why Theobald.
[362] an] Pope. and Ff.
whirligig] Capell. whirlegigge F1. whirle-gigge F2 F3. whirl-gigg F4.
[364] [Exit.] Rowe.
[368] convents] consents Steevens conj. convenes Anon. MS. apud Halliwell.
[370] Meantime] In the mean time Hanmer.
[374] [Exeunt...] Dyce and Staunton. Exeunt. Ff.
[375-394] Farmer would omit as spurious.
[375] and] an Theobald.
tiny] Rowe (ed. 2). tine Ff.
[381] knaves and thieves] knave and thief Steevens (Farmer conj.).
[387-389] beds ... heads] Ff. bed ... head Hanmer.
[389] toss-pots] tospottes F1.
still had] I had Hanmer. still I had Collier.
drunken] broken Anon. conj.
[391] begun] Rowe. begon F1 F2. be gon F3. be gone F4.
[392] With hey, ho] F2 F3 F4. hey, ho F1.
[394] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff.
NOTES.
NOTE I.
In our enumeration of the Dramatis Personæ we have omitted what Johnson calls 'the cant of the modern stage,' i.e. the unnecessary descriptions given by Rowe.
NOTE II.
I. I. 26. Mr Knight reads 'years' heat,' but follows Malone in interpreting 'heat' as a participle. It is more probably a substantive.
NOTE III.
I. 3. 48. Sidney Walker supposed that as the first Folio has no stop after 'acquaintance' it was intended that the sentence should be regarded as incomplete, and he therefore would read 'acquaintance--'. The real reason of the omission of the stop in F1 is that the word occurs so near the end of the line that there was no room for its insertion. It is found in all the other Folios.
NOTE IV.
I. 5. 192. Mr Dyce conjectures that something more than the speaker's name has been omitted in the Folios before 'Tell me your mind.' Capell proposed to omit these words, on the ground that, in addition to other objections against them, they cause the speech to end metrically. We leave the text undisturbed, because we think that there is some corruption which Hanmer's plausible emendation does not remove.
NOTE V.
I. 5. 237. Sidney Walker conjectures that 'a word or words are lost before adorations, involving the same metaphor as the rest of the two lines.' Perhaps the lost word may have been 'earthward' or 'earthly,' so that all the four elements 'of which our life consists' (II. 3. 9) would be represented in the symptoms of Orsino's passion.
NOTE VI.
II. 2. 30. Johnson would transpose lines 28 and 29, and retain the reading of the Folios 'if':
'For such as we are made, if such we be, Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we.'
NOTE VII.
II. 3. 33. The first Folio reads simply 'give a' without any stop at all, perhaps as before, because there was no room to insert it. More probably however a line has been omitted. The other Folios have 'give a--'. Mr Singer suggests that the hiatus may either have been intentional, or may have been filled up with the words 'another should.' Mr Collier's MS. corrector inserts a whole clause; reading, 'if one knight give a-way sixpence, so will I give another: go to.'
NOTE VIII.
II. 3. 97, 99, 101, 102. These lines are printed in the Folios in Roman type, while all the other songs and snatches of songs in the scene are in italics. It is evident, however, that they are intended to be sung.
NOTE IX.
II. 4. 17. Warburton says, 'The Folio reads notions, which is right.' This is incorrect: all the Folios have 'motions.'
NOTE X.
II. 5. 129. The first Folio here reads 'atcheeues,' but as it has 'atcheeue' in III. 4. 41, and 'atchieue' in V. 1. 357, it is plain that the first is a mere misprint. In many other passages, doubtless, the incorrect grammar found in the oldest editions is due to the printer, not to the author.
NOTE XI.
III. 4. 110. Mr Ritson suggested that 'Ay, Biddy, come with me,' is a fragment of an old song, and should be printed as such.
NOTE XII.
III. 4. 260. Mr Dyce and Mr Staunton make Scene V. to commence here in 'The street adjoining Olivia's garden.' The fourth scene is continued in the Folios, and, as in all other instances throughout the play, the beginning of each scene is accurately marked, we have thought it better to follow them in this. According to the Folios, Fabian and Viola leave the stage just as Sir Toby and Sir Andrew enter, and, not meeting them, may be supposed to return to the place appointed in lines 239, 240. Capell, contrary to the directions in the Folios, keeps Fabian and Viola on the stage. They are indeed all the while within sight of Sir Toby, as appears from lines 268, 269, but not necessarily visible to the audience. The comic effect would, no doubt, be heightened if Fabian were seen using all his efforts to prevent Viola from running away, but this is scarcely a sufficient reason for deserting our only authority.
NOTE XIII.
IV. 1. 13. Mr Knight suggests that this may be intended to be spoken aside, as if the meaning were, 'I am afraid the world will prove this great lubber (Sebastian) a cockney.'
NOTE XIV.
V. 1. 18. The meaning seems to be nothing more recondite than this: as in the syllogism it takes two premisses to make one conclusion, so it takes two people to make one kiss.
NOTE XV.
V. 1. 159. In Mr Foss's copy of the first Folio, Sir Frederic Madden says the reading is 'cafe' instead of 'case,' and this leads him to conjecture that 'face' is the true reading. But in Capell's copy the reading is plainly 'case,' and as there is abundant authority to prove that 'case' was a sportsman's term for the skin of an animal, we retain it.
THE WINTER'S TALE.
Dramatis Personæ
LEONTES, king of Sicilia. MAMILLIUS[11], young prince of Sicilia. CAMILLO, } ANTIGONUS, } Four Lords of Sicilia. CLEOMENES, } DION, } POLIXENES, king of Bohemia[12]. FLORIZEL, prince of Bohemia[12]. ARCHIDAMUS, a Lord of Bohemia[12]. Old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita. Clown, his son. AUTOLYCUS, a rogue. A Mariner[13]. A Gaoler[13].
HERMIONE, queen to Leontes. PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and Hermione. PAULINA, wife to Antigonus. EMILIA, a lady attending on Hermione[14]. MOPSA[13], } DORCAS[13],} Shepherdesses.
Other Lords and Gentlemen, Ladies[13], Officers[13], and Servants, Shepherds, and Shepherdesses.
SCENE: Partly in Sicilia, and partly in Bohemia[15].
FOOTNOTES:
[10] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Given imperfectly as 'The Names of the Actors' in Ff.
[11] MAMILLIUS] Mamillus. Rowe (ed. 2).Return to passage
[12] Bohemia] Bithynia. Hanmer.Return to reference 1 Return to reference 2 Return to reference 3
[13] Words and clauses omitted in Ff.Return to reference 1 Return to reference 2 Return to reference 3 Return to reference 4 Return to reference 5 Return to reference 6 Return to reference 7 Return to reference 8
[14] a lady ... Hermione.] Rowe. a Lady. Ff.Return to passage
[15] SCENE...] Rowe. om. Ff.Return to passage
THE WINTER'S TALE.
Act I, Scene I — Antechamber in LEONTES' palace
Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.
Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.
Cam. I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia 5 means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves; for indeed--
Cam. Beseech you,-- 10
Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence--in so rare--I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. 15
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. 20 They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally 25 attorneyed with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! 30
Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: 35 it is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die?
Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they 40 should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Act I, Scene I — Antechamber....] Theobald. A Palace. Rowe
[1] Bohemia] Bithynia Hanmer (and throughout).
[5] coming] comming F1. common F2 F3 F4.
[8] us] us, Theobald, us; Ff.
[11] Verily] F3 F4. Verely F1 F2.
[25] have] F2 F3 F4. hath F1.
royally] so royally Collier (Collier MS.).
[26] gifts] F1 F3 F4. gift F2.
[28] vast] F1. vast sea F2 F3 F4.
[30] loves] love Hanmer.
[33] Mamillius] Mamillus Rowe (ed. 2).
Act I, Scene II — A room of state in the same.
Enter LEONTES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, POLIXENES, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the watery star hath been The shepherd's note since we have left our throne Without a burthen: time as long again Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we should, for perpetuity, 5 Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply With one 'We thank you,' many thousands moe That go before it.
Leon. Stay your thanks a while; And pay them when you part.
Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. 10 I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance Or breed upon our absence; that may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say 'This is put forth too truly:' besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty.
Leon. We are tougher, brother, 15 Than you can put us to't.
Pol. No longer stay.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's, then: and in that I'll no gainsaying.
Pol. Press me not, beseech you, so. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, 20 So soon as yours could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Were in your love a whip to me; my stay 25 To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother.
Leon. Tongue-tied our queen? speak you.
Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure 30 All in Bohemia's well; this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, He's beat from his best ward.
Leon. Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; 35 But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs. Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission 40 To let him there a month behind the gest Prefix'd for's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind What lady she her lord. You 'll stay?
Pol. No, madam.
Her. Nay, but you will?
Pol. I may not, verily. 45
Her. Verily! You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily, You shall not go: a lady's 'Verily''s 50 As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread 'Verily,' 55 One of them you shall be.
Pol. Your guest, then, madam: To be your prisoner should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit Than you to punish.
Her. Not your gaoler, then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you 60 Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys: You were pretty lordings then?
Pol. We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal.
Her. Was not my lord 65 The verier wag o' the two?
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we changed Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd 70 That any did. Had we pursued that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd Hereditary ours.
Her. By this we gather 75 You have tripp'd since.
Pol. O my most sacred lady! Temptations have since then been born to's: for In those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play-fellow.
Her. Grace to boot! 80 Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils: yet go on; The offences we have made you do we'll answer, If you first sinn'd with us and that with us You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not 85 With any but with us.
Leon. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest To better purpose.
Her. Never?
Leon. Never, but once.
Her. What! have I twice said well? when was't before? 90 I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere 95 With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal: My last good deed was to entreat his stay: What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? 100 Nay, let me have't; I long.
Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter 'I am yours for ever.'
Her. 'Tis Grace indeed. 105 Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other for some while a friend.
Leon. [Aside] Too hot, too hot! To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances; 110 But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment May a free face put on, derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent; 't may, I grant; But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers, 115 As now they are, and making practised smiles, As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius, Art thou my boy?
Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. I' fecks! 120 Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: And yet the steer, the heifer and the calf Are all call'd neat.--Still virginalling 125 Upon his palm!--How now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf?
Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have. To be full like me: yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, 130 That will say any thing: but were they false As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes No bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page, 135 Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam?--may't be?-- Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicatest with dreams;--how can this be?-- 140 With what's unreal them coactive art, And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, And that beyond commission, and I find it, And that to the infection of my brains 145 And hardening of my brows.
Pol. What means Sicilia?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. How, my lord! What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
Her. You look As if you held a brow of much distraction: Are you moved, my lord?
Leon. No, in good earnest. 150 How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd, 155 In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous: How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, 160 Will you take eggs for money?
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours?
Pol. If at home, sir, 165 He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all: He makes a July's day short as December; And with his varying childness cures in me 170 Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Leon. So stands this squire Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: 175 Next to thyself and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart.
Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there?
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky. [Aside] I am angling now, 180 Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants.
Gone already! 185 Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one! Go, play, boy, play: thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play. There have been, 190 Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, That little thinks she has been sluiced in's absence And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by 195 Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't Whiles other men have gates and those gates open'd, As mine, against their will. Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none; 200 It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north and south: be it concluded, No barricado for a belly; know't; It will let in and out the enemy 205 With bag and baggage: many thousand on's Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leon. Why, that's some comfort. What, Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good lord. 210
Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. [Exit Mamillius.
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home.
Leon. Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made 215 His business more material.
Leon. Didst perceive it? [Aside] They're here with me already; whispering, rounding 'Sicilia is a so-forth:' 'tis far gone, When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo, That he did stay?
Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. 220
Leon. At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent; But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks: not noted, is't, 225 But of the finer natures? by some severals Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes Perchance are to this business purblind? say.
Cam. Business, my lord! I think most understand Bohemia stays here longer.
Leon. Ha!
Cam. Stays here longer. 230
Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon. Satisfy! The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy! Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, 235 With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-councils; wherein, priest-like, thou Hast cleansed my bosom, I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been Deceived in thy integrity, deceived 240 In that which seems so.
Cam. Be it forbid, my lord!
Leon. To bide upon't, thou art not honest; or, If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward, Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course required; or else thou must be counted 245 A servant grafted in my serious trust And therein negligent; or else a fool That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And takest it all for jest.
Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish and fearful; 250 In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Among the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful-negligent, 255 It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out 260 Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord, Are such allow'd infirmities that honesty Is never free of. But, beseech your Grace, Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass 265 By its own visage: if I then deny it, 'Tis none of mine.
Leon. Ha' not you seen, Camillo,-- But that's past doubt, you have, or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,--or heard,-- For to a vision so apparent rumour 270 Cannot be mute,--or thought,--for cogitation Resides not in that man that does not think,-- My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say 275 My wife's a hobby-horse; deserves a name As rank as any flax-wench that puts to Before her troth-plight: say't and justify't.
Cam. I would not be a stander-by to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without 280 My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart, You never spoke what did become you less Than this; which to reiterate were sin As deep as that, though true.
Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? 285 Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh?--a note infallible Of breaking honesty;--horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes 290 Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, 295 If this be nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous.
Leon. Say it be, 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leon. It is; you lie, you lie: I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee, 300 Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, Or else a hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both: were my wife's liver Infected as her life, she would not live 305 The running of one glass.
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leon. Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I Had servants true about me, that bare eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, 310 Their own particular thrifts, they would do that Which should undo more doing: ay, and thou, His cup-bearer,--whom I from meaner form Have bench'd and rear'd to worship, who mayst see Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven, 315 How I am gall'd,--mightst bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial.
Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, But with a lingering dram, that should not work 320 Maliciously like poison: but I cannot Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have loved thee,--
Leon. Make that thy question, and go rot! Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, 325 To appoint myself in this vexation; sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps; Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, 330 Who I do think is mine and love as mine, Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Could man so blench?
Cam. I must believe you, sir: I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't; Provided that, when he's removed, your highness 335 Will take again your queen as yours at first, Even for your son's sake; and thereby for sealing The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms Known and allied to yours.
Leon. Thou dost advise me Even so as I mine own course have set down: 340 I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
Cam. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia And with your queen. I am his cup-bearer: 345 If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your servant.
Leon. This is all: Do't and thou hast the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own.
Cam. I'll do't, my lord.
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. 350 [Exit.
Cam. O miserable lady! But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master, one Who, in rebellion with himself, will have 355 All that are his so too. To do this deed, Promotion follows. If I could find example Of thousands that had struck anointed kings And flourish'd after, I'ld not do't; but since Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one, 360 Let villany itself forswear't. I must Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now! Here comes Bohemia.
Re-enter POLIXENES.
Pol. This is strange: methinks My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? 365 Good day, Camillo.
Cam. Hail, most royal sir!
Pol. What is the news i' the court?
Cam. None rare, my lord.
Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance As he had lost some province and a region Loved as he loves himself: even now I met him 370 With customary compliment; when he, Wafting his eyes to the contrary and falling A lip of much contempt, speeds from me and So leaves me, to consider what is breeding That changes thus his manners. 375
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
Pol. How! dare not! do not. Do you know, and dare not? Be intelligent to me: 'tis thereabouts; For, to yourself, what you do know, you must, And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, 380 Your changed complexions are to me a mirror Which shows me mine changed too; for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alter'd with't.
Cam. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper; but 385 I cannot name the disease; and it is caught Of you that yet are well.
Pol. How! caught of me! Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,-- 390 As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto Clerk-like experienced, which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents' noble names, In whose success we are gentle,--I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge 395 Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't not In ignorant concealment.
Cam. I may not answer.
Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! I must be answer'd. Dost thou hear, Camillo, I conjure thee, by all the parts of man 400 Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare What incidency thou dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; Which way to be prevented, if to be; 405 If not, how best to bear it.
Cam. Sir, I will tell you; Since I am charged in honour and by him That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel, Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd as I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me 410 Cry lost, and so good night!
Pol. On, good Camillo.
Cam. I am appointed him to murder you.
Pol. By whom, Camillo?
Cam. By the king.
Pol. For what?
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, As he had seen't, or been an instrument 415 To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly.
Pol. O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly and my name Be yoked with his that did betray the Best! Turn then my freshest reputation to 420 A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard or read!
Cam. Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven and 425 By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, As or by oath remove or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is piled upon his faith and will continue 430 The standing of his body.
Pol. How should this grow?
Cam. I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this trunk which you 435 Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night! Your followers I will whisper to the business; And will by twos and threes at several posterns, Clear them o' the city. For myself, I'll put My fortunes to your service, which are here 440 By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain; For, by the honour of my parents, I Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon 445 His execution sworn.
Pol. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand: Be pilot to me and thy places shall Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready and My people did expect my hence departure 450 Two days ago. This jealousy Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty, Must it be violent; and as he does conceive He is dishonour'd by a man which ever 455 Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; 460 I will respect thee as a father if Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid.
Cam. It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterns: please your highness To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away. [Exeunt. 465
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