Twelfth Night

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 3 Scene 1
No Fear Act 3 Scene 1 Page 6

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VIOLA

Cesario is your servant’s name, fair princess.

VIOLA

Cesario is my name—your servant’s name—fair princess.

OLIVIA

My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
90Since lowly feigning was call’d compliment.
You’re servant to the Count Orsino, youth.

OLIVIA

My servant! The world’s gone downhill since fake humility started passing for compliments. You’re not my servant, young man. You’re Count Orsino’s servant.

VIOLA

And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.

VIOLA

But he’s your servant, so everything that’s his must be yours too. Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.

OLIVIA

For him, I think not on him. For his thoughts,
95Would they were blanks, rather than fill’d with me.

OLIVIA

As for him, I never think about him. As for his thoughts, I wish he’d think about nothing at all rather than think about me all the time.

VIOLA

Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf.

VIOLA

Madam, I’ve come here to try to make you like him.

OLIVIA

   O, by your leave, I pray you,
I bade you never speak again of him.
But, would you undertake another suit,
100I had rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.

OLIVIA

Oh, please, I’m begging you, don’t mention him again. But if you want to tell me that someone else loves me, I’d enjoy hearing that more than I’d enjoy listening to angels sing.

VIOLA

     Dear lady—

VIOLA

My dear lady—

OLIVIA

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
105Myself, 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?

OLIVIA

Please let me say something, I’m begging you. After you cast your magic spell on me last time, I sent you a ring. I fear it was a mistake, since I tricked my servant, myself, and you too. You probably think poorly of me after I forced that ring on you with such outrageous trickery. What else could you possibly think of me?