Twelfth Night

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 3 Scene 1
No Fear Act 3 Scene 1 Page 7

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Have you not set mine honor at the stake,
110And 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.
Haven’t you totally dismissed my honor and integrity in your anger? For someone as intelligent as you the situation must be clear enough. I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve, and I can’t hide my feelings. So let me hear what you have to say.

VIOLA

I pity you.

VIOLA

I feel sorry for you.

OLIVIA

   That’s a degree to love.

OLIVIA

That’s a step in the direction of love.

VIOLA

115No, not a grize. For ’tis a vulgar proof
That very oft we pity enemies.

VIOLA

No, not at all. It’s a perfectly ordinary experience for us to feel sorry for our enemies.

OLIVIA

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
120To 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.
125There lies your way, due west.

OLIVIA

Well, enough of my whining then. That’s that! I was getting carried away with fantasies I didn’t deserve to have. But I should consider myself lucky. It’s much better to be destroyed by a noble enemy than by a cruel and heartless one. (a clock strikes) Listen to that, the clock’s scolding me for wasting my time loving you. Don’t worry, young man, I won’t stalk you. And when you’re older and wiser and ready for marriage, your future wife will have a fine husband. There’s the way back home for you, due west.

VIOLA

     Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship!
You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

VIOLA

Then west is where I’m headed! I wish you all the best. You do

OLIVIA

Stay, I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.

OLIVIA

Stay, Please, tell me what you think of me.

VIOLA

That you do think you are not what you are.

VIOLA

I think you’re denying what you really are.

OLIVIA

130If I think so, I think the same of you.

OLIVIA

If that’s true, I think the same thing about you.

VIOLA

Then think you right: I am not what I am.

VIOLA

You’re right. I am not what I am.

OLIVIA

I would you were as I would have you be!

OLIVIA

I wish you were what I wanted you to be!