Twelfth Night | Act II, Scene V - Page 2
- MALVOLIO:
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And then I comes behind.
- FABIAN:
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Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more
detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.(125)
- MALVOLIO:
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'M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: 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(130)
achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Thy Fates open 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(135)
of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: she thus
advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who 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(140)
servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell.
She that would alter services with thee,
The Fortunate-Unhappy.'
Daylight and champaign discovers not more: this is open. I
will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby,(145)
I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the
very man. I do not now fool myself to let imagination 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(150)
love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits
of her liking. I thank my stars I 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(155)
entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles
become thee well; therefore, in my presence still smile, dear
my sweet, I prithee.’
Jove, I thank thee. I will smile; I will do everything that
thou wilt have me.(160)
[Exit.]
- SIR TOBY:
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I could marry this wench for this device.
- SIR ANDREW:
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So could I too.
- SIR TOBY:
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And ask no other dowry with her but such another(165)
jest.
- SIR ANDREW:
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Nor I neither.
- FABIAN:
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Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
[Enter Maria.]
- SIR TOBY:
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Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
- SIR ANDREW:
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Or o' mine either?(170)
- SIR TOBY:
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Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become
thy bond-slave?
- SIR ANDREW:
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I' faith, or I either?
- SIR TOBY:
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Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when
the image of it leaves him he must run mad.(175)
- MARIA:
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Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?
- SIR TOBY:
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Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.
- MARIA:
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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 crossgartered,(180)
a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon
her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition,
being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot
but turn him into a notable contempt; if you will see it,
follow me.(185)
- SIR TOBY:
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To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil
of wit!
- SIR ANDREW:
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I'll make one too.
[Exeunt.]
