Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 3 Scene 4

page Act 3 Scene 4 Page 16

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What will you do, now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me
Much more for what I cannot do for you
Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed,
305But be of comfort.
I’m more upset about not being able to help you than I am about what’s going to happen to me. You look so confused. Don’t worry about me.

SECOND OFFICER

   Come, sir, away.

SECOND OFFICER

Come on, sir, let’s go.

ANTONIO

(to VIOLA) I must entreat of you some of that money.

ANTONIO

(to VIOLA) Really, I must ask you for some of that money.

VIOLA

What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
310Out of my lean and low ability
I’ll lend you something. My having is not much.
I’ll make division of my present with you.
Hold, there’s half my coffer. (offering him money)

VIOLA

What money, sir? I feel sorry for you in this situation, and I want to thank you for the kindness you’ve shown me here, so I’ll lend you some of my money, though I don’t have much. I’ll give you half of everything I have right now. Take this. It’s half of all my money. (she offers him money)

ANTONIO

   Will you deny me now?
Is ’t possible that my deserts to you
315Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.

ANTONIO

Are you really going to pretend you don’t know me now? After everything I’ve done for you, you’re refusing to help me? Don’t make me more miserable than I am. I might do something really weak and unmanly, like listing the kind things I’ve done for you.

VIOLA

   I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
320I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood—

VIOLA

I don’t know any kind things you’ve done for me, and I don’t recognize your voice or your face. I hate an ungrateful man more than I hate lying, vanity, babbling, drunkenness, or any other vice that we feeble human beings are susceptible to.—

ANTONIO

   O heavens themselves!

ANTONIO

Oh, my God!

SECOND OFFICER

Come, sir, I pray you, go.

SECOND OFFICER

Come on, sir, please. Let’s go.