Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 3 Scene 4

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ANTONIO

325Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here
I snatched one half out of the jaws of death,
Relieved him with such sanctity of love,
And to his image, which methought did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

ANTONIO

No, I’ve got something to say. I saved this young man’s life when he was half-dead, and nursed him back to health lovingly and tenderly. I devoted myself to him, since he looked noble and good.

FIRST OFFICER

330What’s that to us? The time goes by. Away!

FIRST OFFICER

Why should we care? Time’s passing. Let’s go!

ANTONIO

But oh, how vile an idol proves this god!
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
In nature there’s no blemish but the mind.
None can be called deformed but the unkind.
335Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.

ANTONIO

But oh, what a deceiver he turned out to be! You don’t live up to your good looks, Sebastian. You look good but you’re bad on the inside, where it counts, since the only real flaws in nature are in a person’s mind and soul. Only really cruel people can be called deformed. Virtue is beauty, but someone beautiful and wicked is like an empty box decorated by the devil.

FIRST OFFICER

The man grows mad. Away with him. Come, come, sir.

FIRST OFFICER

The man’s going crazy. Take him away. Come on, sir. Come on.

ANTONIO

Lead me on.

ANTONIO

Take me.
Exit with OFFICERS
He exits with the OFFICERS.

VIOLA

Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
340That he believes himself. So do not I.
Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

VIOLA

He was so angry I feel he must really believe what he was saying. I don’t believe it. Yet I wish I could. Oh, please be true, please let it be that this man has mistaken me for you, my dear brother!

SIR TOBY BELCH

Come hither, knight. Come hither, Fabian. We’ll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Come here, Sir Andrew. You too, Fabian. We’ve got some words of wisdom to mull over.

VIOLA

345He named Sebastian. I my brother know
Yet living in my glass. Even such and so
In favor was my brother, and he went

VIOLA

He called me Sebastian. I know my brother’s still alive in a sense, since I see him whenever I look in the mirror. My brother looked like me, and he dressed the same way that I’m dressed now—in the same colors,