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MARIA O Lord!
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MARIA Oh, Lord!
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SIR TOBY BELCH
(to MARIA) Prithee, hold thy peace. This is not the way. Do
you not see you move him? Let me alone with him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
(to MARIA) Please, keep quiet. This is not the way to act. Don’t you see you’re upsetting him? Leave me alone with him.
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FABIAN No way but gentleness, gently, gently. The fiend is rough
and will not be roughly used.
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FABIAN Gentleness is the only way to go—gently, gently. The devil inside him is rough, but we can’t treat it roughly.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
(to MALVOLIO) Why, how now, my bawcock! How dost thou,
chuck?
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SIR TOBY BELCH
(to the imaginary devil inside MALVOLIO) So how are you, my pretty little bird? How are you doing in there, sweet little chicken?
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MALVOLIO
105Sir!
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MALVOLIO Sir!
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SIR TOBY BELCH Ay, Biddy, come with me.—What, man! 'Tis not for
gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul
collier!
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SIR TOBY BELCH Yes, dear little chick, come along with me.—Shut up, man! You’re serious enough to know not to play games with Satan. Damn that dirty black coalminer of a devil!
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MARIA Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
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MARIA Get him to say his prayers, Sir Toby, get him to pray.
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MALVOLIO
110My prayers, minx?
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MALVOLIO My prayers, you hussy?
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MARIA
(to SIR TOBY BELCH) No, I warrant you, he will not hear of
godliness.
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MARIA
(to SIR TOBY BELCH) No, I’m telling you, he refuses to hear anything about religion.
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MALVOLIO Go, hang yourselves all! You are idle, shallow things. I am
not of your element. You shall know more hereafter.
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MALVOLIO Go hang yourselves, all of you! You’re all lazy and shallow. I’m not like you. I have a higher future waiting for me. You’ll know more about it later.
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Exit
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MALVOLIO exits.
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