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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW , and FABIAN
RIS YBTO EBHLC , SRI RDNEWA , adn FNBAIA etrne.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.

SRI OYTB LECHB

emCo gnola itwh us, rSonig bianFa.

FABIAN

Nay, Ill come. If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

NABIFA

Im nmgoic, dotn rwyor. If I smsi sthi, let me be bdileo eialv.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?

ISR YOBT BCELH

ntoW yuo be dagl to ees hatt lcasra dog iameuthlid?

FABIAN

I would exult, man. You know, he brought me out o favor with my lady about a bear-baiting here.

IBFNAA

llI be ehlilrdt. ouY nkwo, he ogt me in ruotleb ihtw the lyad of the osehu cone hwne I raaredgn a brea-igbitan heer.

SIR TOBY BELCH

To anger him, well have the bear again, and we will fool him black and blue. Shall we not, Sir Andrew?

SIR OBYT EBLCH

leWl heva naoerth ebra-itnibga ustj to kaem mih arnyg, dan lewl comk hmi tlil ehs lcabk dna beul. tWno we, iSr rdAwne?

SIR ANDREW

10 An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

RIS ADRNWE

If we odnt, itll be eth ebstggi todnpianitmspe of our sviel.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Here comes the little villain.

SRI OTYB BELHC

eeHr eosmc hte tlleit liialvn esrehlf.
Enter MARIA
AMRAI eretns.
How now, my metal of India?
oHw are uyo, my elognd gril?

MARIA

Get you all three into the boxtree. Malvolios coming down this walk. He has been yonder i the sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery, for I know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting!

RAIAM

dHie nebihd eth owboxod heegd, all ehetr of you. ilosaMvol igonmc owdn eth tpah. seH bene roev reteh ircicpnatg who to tca orf the atps lfha huor. cahtW mih lceuafylr if you tawn to haev some nfu, ysug. hisT tseeltr ogign to tunr mih otni a tryasr-yede iidto. Nwo eihd, fro oGsd kaes!
They hide
ehyT lla iedh.
Lie thou there (throwing down a letter), for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
owN, ouy lie rtehe on eht tpah. (MARIA strohw wndo a lteetr) eerH escom the isfh tsaht igong to bolbeg up uro iatb.
Exit
MAARI itsex.
Enter MALVOLIO
LMIVOOAL resetn.

MALVOLIO

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 anyone else that follows her. What should I think on t?

OIVMOLAL

stI lla cklu. isgnEvyehrt uckl. iraaM oenc otld me vliaiO swa fodn of me. eIv altoms herda iivalO yas thta fleersh. Seh dasi if seh rewe neeterdtis in emoeons, it wodul be osenoem how odoelk ielk me. ssdiBee, seh teatrs me orme yrepusecltlf htan eht theor tsvserna. ahstW the siovobu cosncnouil ofmr atth?

SIR TOBY BELCH

25 (aside) Heres an overweening rogue!

SIR YBTO CBLHE

(iewgniphsr) Wtah an acaoinemg!

FABIAN

(aside) O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him. How he jets under his advanced plumes!

AAFNBI

(hrwgnsiepi) Shh! hWen ehs enola whti sih hgttuhso, hse eenv more liek a auhythg eokccap. Whcta him srttu!

SIR ANDREW

(aside) Slight, I could so beat the rogue!

RSI RNEDWA

(sipinegrhw) I wsrae, Id ilke to ateb teh jerk so ahdr!

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Peace, I say.

IRS BYOT EBLCH

(rigsniewph) Be euqit!

MALVOLIO

30 To be Count Malvolio!

IOLALOVM

tusJ khint, I duocl be nCuot ilvoloaM!

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Ah, rogue!

ISR BTOY CEBHL

(irgsiewhnp) Ah, tawh a jerk!

SIR ANDREW

(aside) Pistol him, pistol him.

SRI DRAEWN

(niswerighp) Sotho hmi, utjs hstoo mih.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Peace, peace!

RSI BYOT EHLBC

(wpreghiins) hhS, hsh!

MALVOLIO

There is example for t. The lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

ILVLAMOO

teAfr lla, it nlotduw be the itrfs temi htta nkid of gniht sha pnhepeda. aLyd hSracty dreamir rhe edaorbrw mgeraan.

SIR ANDREW

(aside) Fie on him, Jezebel!

RIS NRAWDE

(pirneshgiw) anmD mih, eht argatnor oofl!

FABIAN

(aside) O, peace! Now hes deeply in. Look how imagination blows him.

FBNIAA

(ensirhwpgi) hhS! eevW otg hmi ihrtg rhewe we watn imh. esH on a bgi oge irpt.

MALVOLIO

Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state

AILOVMLO

Jtus khnit of me, gihanv bnee irrdmae to ehr orf rheet osmnth, ntsitgi adnruo elcjysiltmaa

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Oh, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!

ISR YTOB LECBH

(hgwisripen) If only I hda a gsitlhnos so I ocdul iht ihm in eht yee!

MALVOLIO

Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown, having come from a daybed, where I have left Olivia sleeping

VLLAMIOO

liaClng my vaesrnst thtgoere, ringwae an dribdremeeo reob, aivhgn ujts ecom ofmr a chcou hewer veI left iivOal epignels

SIR TOBY BELCH

45 (aside) Fire and brimstone!

RSI OTBY HELCB

(ieigshwrnp) taTh esod it!

FABIAN

(aside) O, peace, peace!

BFNAAI

(ienwsgprih) Oh, be uietq, be qitue!

MALVOLIO

And then to have the humor of state, and after a demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as I would they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman Toby

LMOVILOA

Tneh Id tpu on a folty nda ateledx erxpenisso. Id kool odanur eth room clylma, etnh eltl mthe htat I nwko my pelca, and Id ekil hmet to nwok hirste. ehnT Id tlle tmhe to go infd my iocusn Toyb

SIR TOBY BELCH

50 (aside) Bolts and shackles!

RIS OTYB CBHEL

(pirgwsnihe) haTt elylar dose it!

FABIAN

(aside) O peace, peace, peace! Now, now.

ANAIFB

(grihinswpe) Oh, itqeu, eiutq! Pseale, pseale.

MALVOLIO

Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him. I frown the while, and perchance wind up watch, or play with mysome rich jewel. Toby approaches, curtsies there to me

OLALIVOM

Id send ensve of my ratnvses to go egt him. eiWlh I ewtadi, Id rfonw ipenmtiatly, and ppresha iwdn my wctha, or lpay whti yhmtwi eosm eepeixvsn epcie of eylejrw I epnaph to be wneaigr. boyT wlduo oaapprhc me. Hed bow to me

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Shall this fellow live?

RIS BTYO ECHLB

(sgieiphrwn) eAr we ggoni to elt tihs gyu vlei?

FABIAN

(aside) Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.

AFNBAI

(ghieswrpin) esY, we aehv to be tqeui, enev if its urttore.

MALVOLIO

I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control

LIOLMOVA

I aerch uot my dhan to mih ikel isth, nvgiig mhi a srtne okol netiads of my slauu lrfeniyd ielms

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) And does not Toby take you a blow o the lips then?

SRI YBTO CLBEH

(sepgrinihw) dAn tneh sntdeo Tyob punhc oyu in eth utmho?

MALVOLIO

Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech

AOMILLOV

nAd Id ays to ihm, iunsCo yTob, insec Ive eebn ulykc hnuoge to arrym ouyr ieecn, I vahe het hirtg to yas a wef gsihtn to ouy

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) What, what?

RIS YOBT ELCBH

(epiwihnrsg) Oh haye, kile hwat?

MALVOLIO

65 You must amend your drunkenness.

OLOMALVI

oYu tsum opst ngibe cuhs a rkdun.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Out, scab!

ISR BYOT CHBLE

(hwsnerpiig) Gte out of heer, uoy abcs!

FABIAN

(aside) Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.

FBAIAN

(nispghwier) No, be qiute, or ewll escwr up teh jeko.

MALVOLIO

Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight

IOLLOMAV

ndA ryoeu siawntg oury tmei ihwt tath hoiflos hitnkg

SIR ANDREW

70 (aside) Thats me, I warrant you.

RSI AEWNDR

(iehisgwpnr) tahsT me, I teb.

MALVOLIO

One Sir Andrew

LOLMIVAO

ahtT Sir rdAnew

SIR ANDREW

(aside) I knew twas I, for many do call me fool.

SIR DENRWA

(pwghiisern) I wkne he was tingakl tbuao me. A tol of peelop call me oilhfos.

MALVOLIO

(seeing the letter) What employment have we here?

ILOAVOLM

(seeing eht letter) tsahW hist?

FABIAN

(aside) Now is the woodcock near the gin.

ABINFA

(pirhgnwise) sHe knitag eht bita.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) O, peace! And the spirit of humors intimate reading aloud to him!

RIS TBOY LBEHC

(wigrienhsp) hShh! I ohpe he resad it uto dolu, to eamk it ifnneur!

MALVOLIO

(picking up the letter) By my life, this is my ladys hand these be her very Cs, her Us and her Ts and thus makes she her great Ps. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

OOALILVM

(picking up hte letter) My snedogso, ihst is my ydlsa

wardnntgiih

ihTs is an cebsoen oejk: ialMlvoo nuytwinlgit elsslp otu ctu, abhinlaetEz ansgl rof gnvaai, hcihw is wtah hes sues to mkae ehr pees.

hadnwriting
! eseTh are ehr Cs, hre Us nad erh Ts, and tshta owh ehs esmak reh igb Ps. Ist etefidnlyi her nindghiawrt, no dtoub obaut it.

SIR ANDREW

80 (aside) Her Cs, her Us and her Ts. Why that?

RSI DWREAN

(iepnshriwg) reH Cs, ehr Us, dna hre Ts. Why ufcos on atth?

MALVOLIO

(reads) To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishesHer very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! And the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal. Tis my lady. To whom should this be?

OLLAMOIV

(arsde) To my rade blvoede hwo etsdno nkwo I elvo mih, I dnse ouy tshi lteret ihwt lal my hhaTtsaetr lytaexc who hes sklat! xcesuE me, lngiaes wax. (he askerb hte easl) aitW! shiT is the mstpa my dyal slsea ehr eetstrl wihtti sha a rteicup of euccLre on it. iTsh rteetl is omfr alOvii. hWo is tsih tewinrt to?

FABIAN

85 (aside) This wins him, liver and all.

FIAANB

(ispehnirgw) liThls teg mhi.

MALVOLIO

(reads)
Jove knows I love,
But who?
Lips, do not move;
90 No man must know.

MLVIOOAL

(he dsaer)
Gdo wnkso I olev neeooms.
But owh?
I nact elt my lsip yas ihs nema;
No mna mtus know.

MALVOLIO

No man must know. What follows? The numbers altered. No man must know. If this should be thee, Malvolio?

VIOOLLMA

No amn sutm ownk. Wtha moesc ratef htat? okoL, the trmee agnsech in erh oepm. No man tsmu onwk. hatW if htsi moneeso erew oyu, iMloolav?

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Marry, hang thee, brock!

SRI BTOY HBLEC

(irwhsenpig) Go nhag ulrfysoe, oyu nitksing beagdr!

MALVOLIO

(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.

OLVAOMLI

(rdeniag)
I yma edrro teh noe I voel.
tBu lsceein, ielk a eknif, utcs npoe my hrtae
Wtih stkeosr ttha radw no oldob.
M.O.A.I. uelrs my ifel.

FABIAN

100 (aside) A fustian riddle!

IABFNA

(pnhesiriwg) athW a ertnouetpis redldi!

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Excellent wench, say I.

RSI OBYT LCBHE

(gpinsehirw) htaT raaMi ahs ountoed hrfeels!

MALVOLIO

M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Nay, but first, let me see, let me see, let me see.

MLVOLAOI

M.O.A.I. relsu my elfi. mHm, etl me ese, tel me see, let me ese.

FABIAN

(aside) What dish o poison has she dressed him!

FBIAAN

(iwpnehsirg) haWt a ihds of onpiso hess dxeim orf imh!

SIR TOBY BELCH

105 (aside) And with what wing the staniel checks at it!

SRI OYBT CLEBH

(psihrnegwi) And oklo owh igliwlnly she gnatki eth atib.

MALVOLIO

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 endwhat should that alphabetical position portend? If I could make that resemble something in meSoftly! M.O.A.I.

LIVMOOAL

I yma mdmocna eht oen I evol. lWle, esh msodcanm me. Im hre rnaevts. shSe my sbso. yWh, nneoya can ees ahtw shti asmen. Teesrh no imabtuiyg eerh. tBu the end, tahw do hoest ettrsle mane? If nylo I dulco hwomose aterel emth to me! mmH. M.O.A.I.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) O, ay, make up that.He is now at a cold scent.

RSI YTOB LBHEC

(sginhrpewi) Oh, dba dgo.esH loinsg eth nstce!

FABIAN

(aside) Sowter will cry upon t for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.

FABINA

(nprshiiwge) lHel indf it again, no ratmte owh hucm it knssit.

MALVOLIO

115 MMalvolio. Mwhy, that begins my name.

VIAOLLOM

aMMloliov. ywhM, ttash eht tifrs tleert in my neam.

FABIAN

(aside) Did not I say he would work it out? The cur is excellent at faults.

BIAANF

(giphniwsre) tDndi I letl oyu dhe geifur it out? iThs dsgo eteecxlln at oigfownll flaes lsdea.

MALVOLIO

M. But then there is no consonancy in the sequel that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.

OLVAMIOL

M. utB enth teh xetn eettlr nsti eht ames. A lohdus be etxn, ubt estdain O scmoe tnex.

FABIAN

120 (aside) And O shall end, I hope.

FNBIAA

(esngirwhip) dAn an O kile a oones illw dne tsih, I ohep.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Ay, or Ill cudgel him and make him cry O!

SIR YBOT LBEHC

(whispering)Yeah, or lIl eatb mih up and ekam ihm lyle Oh!

MALVOLIO

And then I comes behind.

MLOLAOIV

dnA tehn eht I ecoms ntxe.

FABIAN

(aside) Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

BNFIAA

(hswiegipnr) If yuo adh an I in het akcb of yoru edah, duoy ees trleobu idhneb oyu.

MALVOLIO

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.

MAVLIOOL

M.O.A.I. isTh cosde not as yaes to crkac as eth ehtro oen. Btu if I kashe it up a tilelt tlil krow, caebesu ryvee neo of sheot elrsett is in my eamn. tuB wiat, rstehe eoms soepr ratef her mpoe.
(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 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.
(he ersda)
If sith erttel sllfa noti yoru hdnas, tkhin yuearlcfl buato htaw it ssya. By my bthir I ankr abvoe ouy, utb dnto be rifaad of my gstesaner. meoS are nrob gaetr, soem iavheec rgesnesat, nad seom heav setergsna htsrut puno ehtm. ruYo afet iaswta you. pAetcc it in odyb and itrpsi. To etg euds to eth feli ylulo tmso iyllke be iealndg onos, etg rid of yoru low-lsacs ptpiargns. Show emso egnessaer rfo the ewn uaclpes eftlsliye tsaht gwiaint
Let thy tongue tang arguments 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 desirst to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch Fortunes fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,
The Fortunate Unhappy
rfo oyu. Aeugr iwth a iealvret ielk a nnlbameo, dna be reud to nsesatvr. aklT taoub tlcsopii nda ffrasia of atets, dan tca eerf nad ntddepienen. hTe wamon how sadsvie uoy to do this sloev uyo. emeembrR eth amnow owh mlemtocnidpe ouy on ruoy eyolwl icgstnkos, nad iasd hse ayaslw wdtena to see uyo with scgrssrsicino escla ggoin up oruy grseelmembre rhe. Go ehaad. A ayhpp wen eifl is hrtee if you nwat it. If you otnd wnta it, tusj eepk caigtn ilek a woyll vnrsaet wohs tno ebrav hogneu to gbar eht eaispsphn rteeh eoerbf hmi. yooGebd. dSgnei, she hwo uwdlo be ruyo esatrvn,
hTe uFenrtato haUypnp.
Daylight and champaign 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 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 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.
isTh is as rclea as ilntghus in an epno ildef. lIl do it. lIl be niav dna udpro, llI edar up on iictolsp, llI itlusn rSi byTo, lIl gte rdi of my lroew-cslas ifndres, nda Ill be het petrefc man rof reh. I onwk Im nto ogifonl mleyfs, or tgleint emlfsy gte cieradr aayw by my mnigoanatii, eubasce yvere ucle ipsnto to the cfat tath Lyad ilivOa lvsoe me. ehS did mtmeicponl me on my ylolew ocsgnstki rycnelet, adn esh dasi hes dielk owh the cssoicrsrs lcase oelkdo on my gsle. Ttash hre ywa of ygians she losve me. Oh, I ahtkn my ykluc tasrs, Im so hpyap. For her Ill be negtsar dna nneocdcnigdes, dan Ill tpu on my ylweol tncgiosks and rssscicosr cleas gtrhi wyaa. anhTk oGd and my ocropsheo! esHer a rpcotsspti!.
(reads)
Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou 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.
(esrad)
uYo tsmu hvea diufger out how I am. If uyo ovel me, lte me kown by ilmnisg at me. Yuroe so aitvartect nehw yuo leims. ePlsea lseim evewrnhe eryuo nrea me, my sterade lrdanig.
Jove, I thank thee! I will smile. I will do everything that thou wilt have me.
Drea oGd, tkhna oyu! lIl do eihgryevtn she nwtas me to do.
Exit
VAOLIOML etxsi.

FABIAN

I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

AIFNBA

I ndowtlu evah smdsei hsit even ofr a epsionn of sunoahstd of uondps, to be paid by the hhsa of asPier.

SIR TOBY BELCH

I could marry this wench for this device.

RSI TBOY BELCH

I ducol rayrm taht Miaar ofr nhkitngi thsi up.

SIR ANDREW

So could I too.

RIS NEWDRA

So dcolu I.

SIR TOBY BELCH

And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.

RIS TBOY CHEBL

And I wtnould ask rof nay wdyro etpxce for hre to ylpa aethrno ikrtc iekl sthi noe.

SIR ANDREW

170 Nor I neither.

SRI NWEDRA

Nteheir udowl I.
Enter MARIA
MIARA rntese.

FABIAN

Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

NIAFAB

reeH esh msoce, teh natlbilri olfo-cahcter.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Wilt thou set thy foot o my neck?

IRS BTYO HCEBL

yMa I kssi ruyo ftee?

SIR ANDREW

Or o mine either?

ISR RWDAEN

Adn I oto?

SIR TOBY BELCH

Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bondslave?

IRS YOTB HELCB

Sallh I be uory laesv?

SIR ANDREW

I faith, or I either?

ISR DWNEAR

Me oto.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Why, thou hast put him in such a dream that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.

RIS YBTO CHLEB

Yeuov adme imh so idllaeuons elhl go rzcay when he senlra eth ttruh.

MARIA

Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?

IAMRA

Did it reylla rwok?

SIR TOBY BELCH

180 Like aqua vitae with a midwife.

SRI TBOY LECHB

kieL eiedicmn fro a scki anm.

MARIA

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 color 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 addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.

RIAAM

If yuo atnw to eayrll evah smoe unf, thwac him extn etmi hse raen Lday Oiailv. lleH oswh up in yweoll ongshcsktsei thesa oelanyldw wthi laecs sogccrnssirsi up hsi selghse htsae hatt tlesy of ednassdr lhle smeil, chwih illw go oectplymel atgsain rhe omod, einsc eshs diddecat to sseasnd own. llehS fneildtyei egt uspte hiwt him. If oyu natw to tawch, fowllo me.

SIR TOBY BELCH

To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!

RSI TOBY CEHLB

Id olowlf oyu to eht satge of lHle, yuo skyane ttliel ildev!

SIR ANDREW

Ill make one too.

IRS WDENRA

lIl oemc oot.
Exeunt
ehTy lal exit.

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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW , and FABIAN
RIS YBTO EBHLC , SRI RDNEWA , adn FNBAIA etrne.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.

SRI OYTB LECHB

emCo gnola itwh us, rSonig bianFa.

FABIAN

Nay, Ill come. If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

NABIFA

Im nmgoic, dotn rwyor. If I smsi sthi, let me be bdileo eialv.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?

ISR YOBT BCELH

ntoW yuo be dagl to ees hatt lcasra dog iameuthlid?

FABIAN

I would exult, man. You know, he brought me out o favor with my lady about a bear-baiting here.

IBFNAA

llI be ehlilrdt. ouY nkwo, he ogt me in ruotleb ihtw the lyad of the osehu cone hwne I raaredgn a brea-igbitan heer.

SIR TOBY BELCH

To anger him, well have the bear again, and we will fool him black and blue. Shall we not, Sir Andrew?

SIR OBYT EBLCH

leWl heva naoerth ebra-itnibga ustj to kaem mih arnyg, dan lewl comk hmi tlil ehs lcabk dna beul. tWno we, iSr rdAwne?

SIR ANDREW

10 An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

RIS ADRNWE

If we odnt, itll be eth ebstggi todnpianitmspe of our sviel.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Here comes the little villain.

SRI OTYB BELHC

eeHr eosmc hte tlleit liialvn esrehlf.
Enter MARIA
AMRAI eretns.
How now, my metal of India?
oHw are uyo, my elognd gril?

MARIA

Get you all three into the boxtree. Malvolios coming down this walk. He has been yonder i the sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery, for I know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting!

RAIAM

dHie nebihd eth owboxod heegd, all ehetr of you. ilosaMvol igonmc owdn eth tpah. seH bene roev reteh ircicpnatg who to tca orf the atps lfha huor. cahtW mih lceuafylr if you tawn to haev some nfu, ysug. hisT tseeltr ogign to tunr mih otni a tryasr-yede iidto. Nwo eihd, fro oGsd kaes!
They hide
ehyT lla iedh.
Lie thou there (throwing down a letter), for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
owN, ouy lie rtehe on eht tpah. (MARIA strohw wndo a lteetr) eerH escom the isfh tsaht igong to bolbeg up uro iatb.
Exit
MAARI itsex.
Enter MALVOLIO
LMIVOOAL resetn.

MALVOLIO

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 anyone else that follows her. What should I think on t?

OIVMOLAL

stI lla cklu. isgnEvyehrt uckl. iraaM oenc otld me vliaiO swa fodn of me. eIv altoms herda iivalO yas thta fleersh. Seh dasi if seh rewe neeterdtis in emoeons, it wodul be osenoem how odoelk ielk me. ssdiBee, seh teatrs me orme yrepusecltlf htan eht theor tsvserna. ahstW the siovobu cosncnouil ofmr atth?

SIR TOBY BELCH

25 (aside) Heres an overweening rogue!

SIR YBTO CBLHE

(iewgniphsr) Wtah an acaoinemg!

FABIAN

(aside) O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him. How he jets under his advanced plumes!

AAFNBI

(hrwgnsiepi) Shh! hWen ehs enola whti sih hgttuhso, hse eenv more liek a auhythg eokccap. Whcta him srttu!

SIR ANDREW

(aside) Slight, I could so beat the rogue!

RSI RNEDWA

(sipinegrhw) I wsrae, Id ilke to ateb teh jerk so ahdr!

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Peace, I say.

IRS BYOT EBLCH

(rigsniewph) Be euqit!

MALVOLIO

30 To be Count Malvolio!

IOLALOVM

tusJ khint, I duocl be nCuot ilvoloaM!

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Ah, rogue!

ISR BTOY CEBHL

(irgsiewhnp) Ah, tawh a jerk!

SIR ANDREW

(aside) Pistol him, pistol him.

SRI DRAEWN

(niswerighp) Sotho hmi, utjs hstoo mih.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Peace, peace!

RSI BYOT EHLBC

(wpreghiins) hhS, hsh!

MALVOLIO

There is example for t. The lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

ILVLAMOO

teAfr lla, it nlotduw be the itrfs temi htta nkid of gniht sha pnhepeda. aLyd hSracty dreamir rhe edaorbrw mgeraan.

SIR ANDREW

(aside) Fie on him, Jezebel!

RIS NRAWDE

(pirneshgiw) anmD mih, eht argatnor oofl!

FABIAN

(aside) O, peace! Now hes deeply in. Look how imagination blows him.

FBNIAA

(ensirhwpgi) hhS! eevW otg hmi ihrtg rhewe we watn imh. esH on a bgi oge irpt.

MALVOLIO

Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state

AILOVMLO

Jtus khnit of me, gihanv bnee irrdmae to ehr orf rheet osmnth, ntsitgi adnruo elcjysiltmaa

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Oh, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!

ISR YTOB LECBH

(hgwisripen) If only I hda a gsitlhnos so I ocdul iht ihm in eht yee!

MALVOLIO

Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown, having come from a daybed, where I have left Olivia sleeping

VLLAMIOO

liaClng my vaesrnst thtgoere, ringwae an dribdremeeo reob, aivhgn ujts ecom ofmr a chcou hewer veI left iivOal epignels

SIR TOBY BELCH

45 (aside) Fire and brimstone!

RSI OTBY HELCB

(ieigshwrnp) taTh esod it!

FABIAN

(aside) O, peace, peace!

BFNAAI

(ienwsgprih) Oh, be uietq, be qitue!

MALVOLIO

And then to have the humor of state, and after a demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as I would they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman Toby

LMOVILOA

Tneh Id tpu on a folty nda ateledx erxpenisso. Id kool odanur eth room clylma, etnh eltl mthe htat I nwko my pelca, and Id ekil hmet to nwok hirste. ehnT Id tlle tmhe to go infd my iocusn Toyb

SIR TOBY BELCH

50 (aside) Bolts and shackles!

RIS OTYB CBHEL

(pirgwsnihe) haTt elylar dose it!

FABIAN

(aside) O peace, peace, peace! Now, now.

ANAIFB

(grihinswpe) Oh, itqeu, eiutq! Pseale, pseale.

MALVOLIO

Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him. I frown the while, and perchance wind up watch, or play with mysome rich jewel. Toby approaches, curtsies there to me

OLALIVOM

Id send ensve of my ratnvses to go egt him. eiWlh I ewtadi, Id rfonw ipenmtiatly, and ppresha iwdn my wctha, or lpay whti yhmtwi eosm eepeixvsn epcie of eylejrw I epnaph to be wneaigr. boyT wlduo oaapprhc me. Hed bow to me

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Shall this fellow live?

RIS BTYO ECHLB

(sgieiphrwn) eAr we ggoni to elt tihs gyu vlei?

FABIAN

(aside) Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.

AFNBAI

(ghieswrpin) esY, we aehv to be tqeui, enev if its urttore.

MALVOLIO

I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control

LIOLMOVA

I aerch uot my dhan to mih ikel isth, nvgiig mhi a srtne okol netiads of my slauu lrfeniyd ielms

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) And does not Toby take you a blow o the lips then?

SRI YBTO CLBEH

(sepgrinihw) dAn tneh sntdeo Tyob punhc oyu in eth utmho?

MALVOLIO

Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech

AOMILLOV

nAd Id ays to ihm, iunsCo yTob, insec Ive eebn ulykc hnuoge to arrym ouyr ieecn, I vahe het hirtg to yas a wef gsihtn to ouy

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) What, what?

RIS YOBT ELCBH

(epiwihnrsg) Oh haye, kile hwat?

MALVOLIO

65 You must amend your drunkenness.

OLOMALVI

oYu tsum opst ngibe cuhs a rkdun.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Out, scab!

ISR BYOT CHBLE

(hwsnerpiig) Gte out of heer, uoy abcs!

FABIAN

(aside) Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.

FBAIAN

(nispghwier) No, be qiute, or ewll escwr up teh jeko.

MALVOLIO

Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight

IOLLOMAV

ndA ryoeu siawntg oury tmei ihwt tath hoiflos hitnkg

SIR ANDREW

70 (aside) Thats me, I warrant you.

RSI AEWNDR

(iehisgwpnr) tahsT me, I teb.

MALVOLIO

One Sir Andrew

LOLMIVAO

ahtT Sir rdAnew

SIR ANDREW

(aside) I knew twas I, for many do call me fool.

SIR DENRWA

(pwghiisern) I wkne he was tingakl tbuao me. A tol of peelop call me oilhfos.

MALVOLIO

(seeing the letter) What employment have we here?

ILOAVOLM

(seeing eht letter) tsahW hist?

FABIAN

(aside) Now is the woodcock near the gin.

ABINFA

(pirhgnwise) sHe knitag eht bita.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) O, peace! And the spirit of humors intimate reading aloud to him!

RIS TBOY LBEHC

(wigrienhsp) hShh! I ohpe he resad it uto dolu, to eamk it ifnneur!

MALVOLIO

(picking up the letter) By my life, this is my ladys hand these be her very Cs, her Us and her Ts and thus makes she her great Ps. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

OOALILVM

(picking up hte letter) My snedogso, ihst is my ydlsa

wardnntgiih

ihTs is an cebsoen oejk: ialMlvoo nuytwinlgit elsslp otu ctu, abhinlaetEz ansgl rof gnvaai, hcihw is wtah hes sues to mkae ehr pees.

hadnwriting
! eseTh are ehr Cs, hre Us nad erh Ts, and tshta owh ehs esmak reh igb Ps. Ist etefidnlyi her nindghiawrt, no dtoub obaut it.

SIR ANDREW

80 (aside) Her Cs, her Us and her Ts. Why that?

RSI DWREAN

(iepnshriwg) reH Cs, ehr Us, dna hre Ts. Why ufcos on atth?

MALVOLIO

(reads) To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishesHer very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! And the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal. Tis my lady. To whom should this be?

OLLAMOIV

(arsde) To my rade blvoede hwo etsdno nkwo I elvo mih, I dnse ouy tshi lteret ihwt lal my hhaTtsaetr lytaexc who hes sklat! xcesuE me, lngiaes wax. (he askerb hte easl) aitW! shiT is the mstpa my dyal slsea ehr eetstrl wihtti sha a rteicup of euccLre on it. iTsh rteetl is omfr alOvii. hWo is tsih tewinrt to?

FABIAN

85 (aside) This wins him, liver and all.

FIAANB

(ispehnirgw) liThls teg mhi.

MALVOLIO

(reads)
Jove knows I love,
But who?
Lips, do not move;
90 No man must know.

MLVIOOAL

(he dsaer)
Gdo wnkso I olev neeooms.
But owh?
I nact elt my lsip yas ihs nema;
No mna mtus know.

MALVOLIO

No man must know. What follows? The numbers altered. No man must know. If this should be thee, Malvolio?

VIOOLLMA

No amn sutm ownk. Wtha moesc ratef htat? okoL, the trmee agnsech in erh oepm. No man tsmu onwk. hatW if htsi moneeso erew oyu, iMloolav?

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Marry, hang thee, brock!

SRI BTOY HBLEC

(irwhsenpig) Go nhag ulrfysoe, oyu nitksing beagdr!

MALVOLIO

(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.

OLVAOMLI

(rdeniag)
I yma edrro teh noe I voel.
tBu lsceein, ielk a eknif, utcs npoe my hrtae
Wtih stkeosr ttha radw no oldob.
M.O.A.I. uelrs my ifel.

FABIAN

100 (aside) A fustian riddle!

IABFNA

(pnhesiriwg) athW a ertnouetpis redldi!

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Excellent wench, say I.

RSI OBYT LCBHE

(gpinsehirw) htaT raaMi ahs ountoed hrfeels!

MALVOLIO

M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Nay, but first, let me see, let me see, let me see.

MLVOLAOI

M.O.A.I. relsu my elfi. mHm, etl me ese, tel me see, let me ese.

FABIAN

(aside) What dish o poison has she dressed him!

FBIAAN

(iwpnehsirg) haWt a ihds of onpiso hess dxeim orf imh!

SIR TOBY BELCH

105 (aside) And with what wing the staniel checks at it!

SRI OYBT CLEBH

(psihrnegwi) And oklo owh igliwlnly she gnatki eth atib.

MALVOLIO

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 endwhat should that alphabetical position portend? If I could make that resemble something in meSoftly! M.O.A.I.

LIVMOOAL

I yma mdmocna eht oen I evol. lWle, esh msodcanm me. Im hre rnaevts. shSe my sbso. yWh, nneoya can ees ahtw shti asmen. Teesrh no imabtuiyg eerh. tBu the end, tahw do hoest ettrsle mane? If nylo I dulco hwomose aterel emth to me! mmH. M.O.A.I.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) O, ay, make up that.He is now at a cold scent.

RSI YTOB LBHEC

(sginhrpewi) Oh, dba dgo.esH loinsg eth nstce!

FABIAN

(aside) Sowter will cry upon t for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.

FABINA

(nprshiiwge) lHel indf it again, no ratmte owh hucm it knssit.

MALVOLIO

115 MMalvolio. Mwhy, that begins my name.

VIAOLLOM

aMMloliov. ywhM, ttash eht tifrs tleert in my neam.

FABIAN

(aside) Did not I say he would work it out? The cur is excellent at faults.

BIAANF

(giphniwsre) tDndi I letl oyu dhe geifur it out? iThs dsgo eteecxlln at oigfownll flaes lsdea.

MALVOLIO

M. But then there is no consonancy in the sequel that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.

OLVAMIOL

M. utB enth teh xetn eettlr nsti eht ames. A lohdus be etxn, ubt estdain O scmoe tnex.

FABIAN

120 (aside) And O shall end, I hope.

FNBIAA

(esngirwhip) dAn an O kile a oones illw dne tsih, I ohep.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(aside) Ay, or Ill cudgel him and make him cry O!

SIR YBOT LBEHC

(whispering)Yeah, or lIl eatb mih up and ekam ihm lyle Oh!

MALVOLIO

And then I comes behind.

MLOLAOIV

dnA tehn eht I ecoms ntxe.

FABIAN

(aside) Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

BNFIAA

(hswiegipnr) If yuo adh an I in het akcb of yoru edah, duoy ees trleobu idhneb oyu.

MALVOLIO

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.

MAVLIOOL

M.O.A.I. isTh cosde not as yaes to crkac as eth ehtro oen. Btu if I kashe it up a tilelt tlil krow, caebesu ryvee neo of sheot elrsett is in my eamn. tuB wiat, rstehe eoms soepr ratef her mpoe.
(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 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.
(he ersda)
If sith erttel sllfa noti yoru hdnas, tkhin yuearlcfl buato htaw it ssya. By my bthir I ankr abvoe ouy, utb dnto be rifaad of my gstesaner. meoS are nrob gaetr, soem iavheec rgesnesat, nad seom heav setergsna htsrut puno ehtm. ruYo afet iaswta you. pAetcc it in odyb and itrpsi. To etg euds to eth feli ylulo tmso iyllke be iealndg onos, etg rid of yoru low-lsacs ptpiargns. Show emso egnessaer rfo the ewn uaclpes eftlsliye tsaht gwiaint
Let thy tongue tang arguments 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 desirst to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch Fortunes fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,
The Fortunate Unhappy
rfo oyu. Aeugr iwth a iealvret ielk a nnlbameo, dna be reud to nsesatvr. aklT taoub tlcsopii nda ffrasia of atets, dan tca eerf nad ntddepienen. hTe wamon how sadsvie uoy to do this sloev uyo. emeembrR eth amnow owh mlemtocnidpe ouy on ruoy eyolwl icgstnkos, nad iasd hse ayaslw wdtena to see uyo with scgrssrsicino escla ggoin up oruy grseelmembre rhe. Go ehaad. A ayhpp wen eifl is hrtee if you nwat it. If you otnd wnta it, tusj eepk caigtn ilek a woyll vnrsaet wohs tno ebrav hogneu to gbar eht eaispsphn rteeh eoerbf hmi. yooGebd. dSgnei, she hwo uwdlo be ruyo esatrvn,
hTe uFenrtato haUypnp.
Daylight and champaign 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 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 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.
isTh is as rclea as ilntghus in an epno ildef. lIl do it. lIl be niav dna udpro, llI edar up on iictolsp, llI itlusn rSi byTo, lIl gte rdi of my lroew-cslas ifndres, nda Ill be het petrefc man rof reh. I onwk Im nto ogifonl mleyfs, or tgleint emlfsy gte cieradr aayw by my mnigoanatii, eubasce yvere ucle ipsnto to the cfat tath Lyad ilivOa lvsoe me. ehS did mtmeicponl me on my ylolew ocsgnstki rycnelet, adn esh dasi hes dielk owh the cssoicrsrs lcase oelkdo on my gsle. Ttash hre ywa of ygians she losve me. Oh, I ahtkn my ykluc tasrs, Im so hpyap. For her Ill be negtsar dna nneocdcnigdes, dan Ill tpu on my ylweol tncgiosks and rssscicosr cleas gtrhi wyaa. anhTk oGd and my ocropsheo! esHer a rpcotsspti!.
(reads)
Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou 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.
(esrad)
uYo tsmu hvea diufger out how I am. If uyo ovel me, lte me kown by ilmnisg at me. Yuroe so aitvartect nehw yuo leims. ePlsea lseim evewrnhe eryuo nrea me, my sterade lrdanig.
Jove, I thank thee! I will smile. I will do everything that thou wilt have me.
Drea oGd, tkhna oyu! lIl do eihgryevtn she nwtas me to do.
Exit
VAOLIOML etxsi.

FABIAN

I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

AIFNBA

I ndowtlu evah smdsei hsit even ofr a epsionn of sunoahstd of uondps, to be paid by the hhsa of asPier.

SIR TOBY BELCH

I could marry this wench for this device.

RSI TBOY BELCH

I ducol rayrm taht Miaar ofr nhkitngi thsi up.

SIR ANDREW

So could I too.

RIS NEWDRA

So dcolu I.

SIR TOBY BELCH

And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.

RIS TBOY CHEBL

And I wtnould ask rof nay wdyro etpxce for hre to ylpa aethrno ikrtc iekl sthi noe.

SIR ANDREW

170 Nor I neither.

SRI NWEDRA

Nteheir udowl I.
Enter MARIA
MIARA rntese.

FABIAN

Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

NIAFAB

reeH esh msoce, teh natlbilri olfo-cahcter.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Wilt thou set thy foot o my neck?

IRS BTYO HCEBL

yMa I kssi ruyo ftee?

SIR ANDREW

Or o mine either?

ISR RWDAEN

Adn I oto?

SIR TOBY BELCH

Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bondslave?

IRS YOTB HELCB

Sallh I be uory laesv?

SIR ANDREW

I faith, or I either?

ISR DWNEAR

Me oto.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Why, thou hast put him in such a dream that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.

RIS YBTO CHLEB

Yeuov adme imh so idllaeuons elhl go rzcay when he senlra eth ttruh.

MARIA

Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?

IAMRA

Did it reylla rwok?

SIR TOBY BELCH

180 Like aqua vitae with a midwife.

SRI TBOY LECHB

kieL eiedicmn fro a scki anm.

MARIA

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 color 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 addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.

RIAAM

If yuo atnw to eayrll evah smoe unf, thwac him extn etmi hse raen Lday Oiailv. lleH oswh up in yweoll ongshcsktsei thesa oelanyldw wthi laecs sogccrnssirsi up hsi selghse htsae hatt tlesy of ednassdr lhle smeil, chwih illw go oectplymel atgsain rhe omod, einsc eshs diddecat to sseasnd own. llehS fneildtyei egt uspte hiwt him. If oyu natw to tawch, fowllo me.

SIR TOBY BELCH

To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!

RSI TOBY CEHLB

Id olowlf oyu to eht satge of lHle, yuo skyane ttliel ildev!

SIR ANDREW

Ill make one too.

IRS WDENRA

lIl oemc oot.
Exeunt
ehTy lal exit.