Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

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They hide
They all hide.
Lie thou there (throwing down a letter), for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
Now, you lie there on the path. (MARIA throws down a letter) Here comes the fish that’s going to gobble up our bait.
Exit
MARIA exits.
Enter MALVOLIO
MALVOLIO enters.
MALVOLIO
20'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?
MALVOLIO
It’s all luck. Everything’s luck. Maria once told me Olivia was fond of me. I’ve almost heard Olivia say that herself. She said if she were interested in someone, it would be someone who looked like me. Besides, she treats me more respectfully than the other servants. What’s the obvious conclusion from that?
SIR TOBY BELCH
25(aside) Here’s an overweening rogue!
SIR TOBY BELCH
(whispering) What an egomaniac!
FABIAN
(aside) O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him. How he jets under his advanced plumes!
FABIAN
(whispering) Shh! When he’s alone with his thoughts, he’s even more like a haughty peacock. Watch him strut!
SIR ANDREW
(aside) 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
SIR ANDREW
(whispering) I swear, I’d like to beat the jerk so hard!
SIR TOBY BELCH
(aside) Peace, I say.
SIR TOBY BELCH
(whispering) Be quiet!
MALVOLIO
30To be Count Malvolio!
MALVOLIO
Just think, I could be Count Malvolio!
SIR TOBY BELCH
(aside) Ah, rogue!
SIR TOBY BELCH
(whispering) Ah, what a jerk!
SIR ANDREW
(aside) Pistol him, pistol him.
SIR ANDREW
(whispering) Shoot him, just shoot him.
SIR TOBY BELCH
(aside) Peace, peace!
SIR TOBY BELCH
(whispering) Shh, shh!

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