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Enter OLIVIA and MARIA
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Enter OLIVIA and MARIA
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OLIVIA I have sent after him. He says he’ll come.
How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrow’d.
I speak too loud.—
5 Where’s Malvolio? He is sad and civil
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?
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OLIVIA I have sent after him. He says he’ll come.
How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrow’d.
I speak too loud.—
Where’s Malvolio? He is sad and civil
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?
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MARIA He’s coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam.
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MARIA He’s coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam.
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OLIVIA 10 Why, what’s the matter? Does he rave?
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OLIVIA Why, what’s the matter? Does he rave?
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MARIA No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your ladyship were best to have some guard about you if he come, for sure the man is tainted in ’s wits.
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MARIA No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your ladyship were best to have some guard about you if he come, for sure the man is tainted in ’s wits.
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OLIVIA Go call him hither.
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OLIVIA Go call him hither.
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Exit MARIA
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Exit MARIA
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I am as mad as he,
15 If sad and merry madness equal be.
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I am as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.
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Enter MARIA , with MALVOLIO
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Enter MARIA , with MALVOLIO
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How now, Malvolio?
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How now, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO Sweet lady, ho, ho.
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MALVOLIO Sweet lady, ho, ho.
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OLIVIA Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
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OLIVIA Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
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MALVOLIO Sad, lady! I could be sad. This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering, but what of that? If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, “Please one, and please all.”
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MALVOLIO Sad, lady! I could be sad. This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering, but what of that? If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, “Please one, and please all.”
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OLIVIA Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee?
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OLIVIA Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee?
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MALVOLIO Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
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MALVOLIO Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
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OLIVIA Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
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OLIVIA Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO To bed? “Ay, sweetheart, and I’ll come to thee.”
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MALVOLIO To bed? “Ay, sweetheart, and I’ll come to thee.”
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OLIVIA God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?
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OLIVIA God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?
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MARIA How do you, Malvolio?
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MARIA How do you, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO At your request! Yes, nightingales answer daws!
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MALVOLIO At your request! Yes, nightingales answer daws!
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MARIA Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
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MARIA Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
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MALVOLIO 35 “Be not afraid of greatness.” 'Twas well writ.
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MALVOLIO “Be not afraid of greatness.” 'Twas well writ.
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OLIVIA What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
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OLIVIA What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO “Some are born great—”
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MALVOLIO “Some are born great—”
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OLIVIA Ha?
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OLIVIA Ha?
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MALVOLIO “Some achieve greatness—”
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MALVOLIO “Some achieve greatness—”
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OLIVIA 40 What sayest thou?
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OLIVIA What sayest thou?
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MALVOLIO “And some have greatness thrust upon them.”
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MALVOLIO “And some have greatness thrust upon them.”
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OLIVIA Heaven restore thee!
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OLIVIA Heaven restore thee!
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MALVOLIO “Remember who commended thy yellow stockings—”
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MALVOLIO “Remember who commended thy yellow stockings—”
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OLIVIA Thy yellow stockings?
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OLIVIA Thy yellow stockings?
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MALVOLIO 45 “And wished to see thee cross-gartered.”
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MALVOLIO “And wished to see thee cross-gartered.”
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OLIVIA Cross-gartered?
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OLIVIA Cross-gartered?
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MALVOLIO “Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so—”
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MALVOLIO “Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so—”
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OLIVIA Am I made?
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OLIVIA Am I made?
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MALVOLIO “If not, let me see thee a servant still.”
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MALVOLIO “If not, let me see thee a servant still.”
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OLIVIA 50 Why, this is very midsummer madness.
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OLIVIA Why, this is very midsummer madness.
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Enter SERVANT
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Enter SERVANT
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SERVANT Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino’s is returned. I could hardly entreat him back. He attends your ladyship’s pleasure.
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SERVANT Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino’s is returned. I could hardly entreat him back. He attends your ladyship’s pleasure.
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OLIVIA I’ll come to him.
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OLIVIA I’ll come to him.
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Exit SERVANT
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Exit SERVANT
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Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA
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Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA
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MALVOLIO Oh, ho! Do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir Toby to look to me. This concurs directly with the letter. She sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him, for she incites me to that in the letter. “Cast thy humble slough,” says she. “Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants. Let thy tongue tang with arguments of state. Put thyself into the trick of singularity,” and consequently sets down the manner how: as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her, but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away now, “Let this fellow be looked to.” “Fellow!” Not “Malvolio,” nor after my degree, but “fellow.” Why, everything adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance—what can be said? Nothing that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
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MALVOLIO Oh, ho! Do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir Toby to look to me. This concurs directly with the letter. She sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him, for she incites me to that in the letter. “Cast thy humble slough,” says she. “Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants. Let thy tongue tang with arguments of state. Put thyself into the trick of singularity,” and consequently sets down the manner how: as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her, but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away now, “Let this fellow be looked to.” “Fellow!” Not “Malvolio,” nor after my degree, but “fellow.” Why, everything adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance—what can be said? Nothing that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
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Enter MARIA , with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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Enter MARIA , with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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SIR TOBY BELCH Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.
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FABIAN |
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MALVOLIO Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my private. Go off.
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MALVOLIO Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my private. Go off.
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MARIA (to SIR TOBY BELCH) Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
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MARIA (to SIR TOBY BELCH) Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
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MALVOLIO Aha! Does she so?
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MALVOLIO Aha! Does she so?
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to FABIAN and MARIA) Go to, go to! Peace, peace. We must deal gently with him. Let me alone.—How do you, Malvolio? How is ’t with you? What, man, defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to FABIAN and MARIA) Go to, go to! Peace, peace. We must deal gently with him. Let me alone.—How do you, Malvolio? How is ’t with you? What, man, defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.
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MALVOLIO Do you know what you say?
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MALVOLIO Do you know what you say?
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MARIA (to SIR TOBY BELCH) La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
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MARIA (to SIR TOBY BELCH) La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
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FABIAN Carry his water to the wisewoman.
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FABIAN Carry his water to the wisewoman.
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MARIA |
MARIA |
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MALVOLIO How now, mistress?
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MALVOLIO How now, mistress?
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MARIA O Lord!
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MARIA O 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) 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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FABIAN No way but gentleness, gently, gently. The fiend is rough and will not be roughly used.
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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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SIR TOBY BELCH (to MALVOLIO) Why, how now, my bawcock! How dost thou, chuck?
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to MALVOLIO) Why, how now, my bawcock! How dost thou, chuck?
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MALVOLIO 105 Sir!
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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 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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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, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
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MALVOLIO 110 My prayers, minx?
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MALVOLIO My prayers, minx?
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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 warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
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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! You are idle, shallow things. I am not of your element. You shall know more hereafter.
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Exit
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Exit
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SIR TOBY BELCH 115 Is ’t possible?
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SIR TOBY BELCH Is ’t possible?
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FABIAN If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
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FABIAN If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
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SIR TOBY BELCH His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
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SIR TOBY BELCH His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
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MARIA Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
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MARIA Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
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FABIAN 120 Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
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FABIAN Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
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MARIA The house will be the quieter.
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MARIA The house will be the quieter.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he’s mad. We may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him, at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see!
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he’s mad. We may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him, at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see!
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Enter SIR ANDREW
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Enter SIR ANDREW
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FABIAN More matter for a May morning.
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FABIAN More matter for a May morning.
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SIR ANDREW (presenting a paper) Here’s the challenge, read it. Warrant there’s vinegar and pepper in ’t.
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SIR ANDREW (presenting a paper) Here’s the challenge, read it. Warrant there’s vinegar and pepper in ’t.
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FABIAN Is ’t so saucy?
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FABIAN Is ’t so saucy?
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SIR ANDREW Ay, is ’t, I warrant him. Do but read.
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SIR ANDREW Ay, is ’t, I warrant him. Do but read.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Give me. (reads) “Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.”
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SIR TOBY BELCH Give me. (reads) “Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.”
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FABIAN 135 Good, and valiant.
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FABIAN Good, and valiant.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for ’t.”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for ’t.”
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FABIAN A good note, that keeps you from the blow of the law.
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FABIAN A good note, that keeps you from the blow of the law.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly. But thou liest in thy throat. That is not the matter I challenge thee for.”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly. But thou liest in thy throat. That is not the matter I challenge thee for.”
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FABIAN Very brief, and to exceeding good sense—less.
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FABIAN Very brief, and to exceeding good sense—less.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me—”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me—”
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FABIAN 145 Good.
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FABIAN Good.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.”
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FABIAN Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Good.
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FABIAN Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Good.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our souls. He may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
Andrew Aguecheek”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our souls. He may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
Andrew Aguecheek”
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If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I’ll give ’t him.
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If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I’ll give ’t him.
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MARIA You may have very fit occasion for ’t. He is now in some commerce with my lady and will by and by depart.
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MARIA You may have very fit occasion for ’t. He is now in some commerce with my lady and will by and by depart.
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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SIR ANDREW Nay, let me alone for swearing.
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SIR ANDREW Nay, let me alone for swearing.
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Exit
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Exit
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SIR TOBY BELCH Now will not I deliver his letter, for the behavior of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding. His employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less. Therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth. He will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth, set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valor, and drive the gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Now will not I deliver his letter, for the behavior of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding. His employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less. Therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth. He will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth, set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valor, and drive the gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.
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Enter OLIVIA , with VIOLA
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Enter OLIVIA , with VIOLA
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FABIAN Here he comes with your niece. Give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
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FABIAN Here he comes with your niece. Give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH , FABIAN , and MARIA
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Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH , FABIAN , and MARIA
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OLIVIA I have said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honor too unchary on ’t.
There’s something in me that reproves my fault,
180 But such a headstrong potent fault it is
That it but mocks reproof.
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OLIVIA I have said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honor too unchary on ’t.
There’s something in me that reproves my fault,
But such a headstrong potent fault it is
That it but mocks reproof.
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VIOLA With the same 'havior that your passion bears
Goes on my master’s grief.
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VIOLA With the same 'havior that your passion bears
Goes on my master’s grief.
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OLIVIA Here, wear this jewel for me. 'Tis my picture.
185 Refuse it not. It hath no tongue to vex you.
And I beseech you come again tomorrow.
What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny,
That honor, saved, may upon asking give?
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OLIVIA Here, wear this jewel for me. 'Tis my picture.
Refuse it not. It hath no tongue to vex you.
And I beseech you come again tomorrow.
What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny,
That honor, saved, may upon asking give?
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VIOLA Nothing but this: your true love for my master.
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VIOLA Nothing but this: your true love for my master.
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OLIVIA 190 How with mine honor may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
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OLIVIA How with mine honor may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
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VIOLA I will acquit you.
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VIOLA I will acquit you.
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OLIVIA Well, come again tomorrow. Fare thee well.
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
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OLIVIA Well, come again tomorrow. Fare thee well.
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
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Exit
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Exit
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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SIR TOBY BELCH 195 Gentleman, God save thee.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Gentleman, God save thee.
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VIOLA And you, sir.
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VIOLA And you, sir.
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SIR TOBY BELCH That defense thou hast, betake thee to ’t. Of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not, but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. Dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillful and deadly.
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SIR TOBY BELCH That defense thou hast, betake thee to ’t. Of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not, but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. Dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillful and deadly.
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VIOLA You mistake, sir. I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me. My remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offense done to any man.
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VIOLA You mistake, sir. I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me. My remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offense done to any man.
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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VIOLA I pray you, sir, what is he?
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VIOLA I pray you, sir, what is he?
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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VIOLA I will return again into the house and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor. Belike this is a man of that quirk.
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VIOLA I will return again into the house and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor. Belike this is a man of that quirk.
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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VIOLA This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offense to him is. It is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
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VIOLA This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offense to him is. It is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
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SIR TOBY BELCH I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
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SIR TOBY BELCH I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
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Exit
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Exit
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VIOLA Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
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VIOLA Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
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FABIAN I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrament, but nothing of the circumstance more.
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FABIAN I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrament, but nothing of the circumstance more.
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VIOLA I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
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VIOLA I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
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FABIAN Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valor. He is, indeed, sir, the most skillful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
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FABIAN Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valor. He is, indeed, sir, the most skillful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
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VIOLA I shall be much bound to you for ’t. I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight. I care not who knows so much of my mettle.
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VIOLA I shall be much bound to you for ’t. I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight. I care not who knows so much of my mettle.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH , with SIR ANDREW
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH , with SIR ANDREW
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SIR TOBY BELCH Why, man, he’s a very devil. I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable. And on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Why, man, he’s a very devil. I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable. And on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
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SIR ANDREW Pox on ’t! I’ll not meddle with him.
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SIR ANDREW Pox on ’t! I’ll not meddle with him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
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SIR ANDREW |
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SIR TOBY BELCH I’ll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on ’t.
260 This shall end without the perdition of souls. (aside) Marry,
I’ll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
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SIR TOBY BELCH I’ll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on ’t.
This shall end without the perdition of souls. (aside) Marry,
I’ll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
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Enter FABIAN and VIOLA
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Enter FABIAN and VIOLA
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(to FABIAN) I have his horse to take up the quarrel. I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil.
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(to FABIAN) I have his horse to take up the quarrel. I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil.
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FABIAN He is as horribly conceited of him, and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
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FABIAN He is as horribly conceited of him, and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to VIOLA) There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for ’s oath sake. Marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of. Therefore, draw for the supportance of his vow. He protests he will not hurt you.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to VIOLA) There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for ’s oath sake. Marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of. Therefore, draw for the supportance of his vow. He protests he will not hurt you.
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VIOLA (aside) Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
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VIOLA (aside) Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
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FABIAN Give ground, if you see him furious.
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FABIAN Give ground, if you see him furious.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come, Sir Andrew, there’s no remedy. The gentleman will, for his honor’s sake, have one bout with you. He cannot by the duello avoid it. But he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to ’t.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come, Sir Andrew, there’s no remedy. The gentleman will, for his honor’s sake, have one bout with you. He cannot by the duello avoid it. But he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to ’t.
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SIR ANDREW Pray God, he keep his oath!
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SIR ANDREW Pray God, he keep his oath!
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VIOLA 280 I do assure you, ’tis against my will.
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VIOLA I do assure you, ’tis against my will.
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They draw swords Enter ANTONIO
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They draw swords Enter ANTONIO
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ANTONIO Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me.
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
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ANTONIO Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me.
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
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SIR TOBY BELCH You, sir? Why, what are you?
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SIR TOBY BELCH You, sir? Why, what are you?
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ANTONIO 285 One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
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ANTONIO One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
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They draw swords Enter OFFICERS
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They draw swords Enter OFFICERS
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FABIAN O good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
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FABIAN O good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to ANTONIO) I’ll be with you anon.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to ANTONIO) I’ll be with you anon.
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SIR ANDREW Marry, will I, sir. And for that I promised you, I’ll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily and reins well.
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SIR ANDREW Marry, will I, sir. And for that I promised you, I’ll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily and reins well.
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FIRST OFFICER This is the man. Do thy office.
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FIRST OFFICER This is the man. Do thy office.
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SECOND OFFICER Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
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SECOND OFFICER Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
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ANTONIO 295 You do mistake me, sir.
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ANTONIO You do mistake me, sir.
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FIRST OFFICER No, sir, no jot. I know your favor well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.—
Take him away. He knows I know him well.
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FIRST OFFICER No, sir, no jot. I know your favor well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.—
Take him away. He knows I know him well.
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ANTONIO I must obey. (to VIOLA) This comes with seeking you:
300 But there’s no remedy. I shall answer it.
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ANTONIO I must obey. (to VIOLA) This comes with seeking you:
But there’s no remedy. I shall answer it.
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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,
305 But be of comfort.
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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,
But be of comfort.
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SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, away.
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SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, away.
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ANTONIO (to VIOLA) I must entreat of you some of that money.
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ANTONIO (to VIOLA) I must entreat of you some of that money.
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VIOLA What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
310 Out 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)
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VIOLA What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
Out 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)
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ANTONIO Will you deny me now?
Is ’t possible that my deserts to you
315 Can 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.
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ANTONIO Will you deny me now?
Is ’t possible that my deserts to you
Can 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.
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VIOLA I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
320 I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood—
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VIOLA I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood—
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ANTONIO O heavens themselves!
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ANTONIO O heavens themselves!
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SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, I pray you, go.
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SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, I pray you, go.
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ANTONIO 325 Let 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.
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ANTONIO Let 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.
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FIRST OFFICER 330 What’s that to us? The time goes by. Away!
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FIRST OFFICER What’s that to us? The time goes by. Away!
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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.
335 Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
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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.
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
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FIRST OFFICER The man grows mad. Away with him. Come, come, sir.
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FIRST OFFICER The man grows mad. Away with him. Come, come, sir.
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ANTONIO Lead me on.
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ANTONIO Lead me on.
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Exit with OFFICERS
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Exit with OFFICERS
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VIOLA Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
340 That he believes himself. So do not I.
Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
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VIOLA Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
That he believes himself. So do not I.
Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come hither, knight. Come hither, Fabian. We’ll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come hither, knight. Come hither, Fabian. We’ll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
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VIOLA 345 He named Sebastian. I my brother know
Yet living in my glass. Even such and so
In favor was my brother, and he went
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VIOLA He named Sebastian. I my brother know
Yet living in my glass. Even such and so
In favor was my brother, and he went
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Still in this fashion, color, ornament,
For him I imitate. Oh, if it prove,
350 Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love!
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Still in this fashion, color, ornament,
For him I imitate. Oh, if it prove,
Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love!
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SIR TOBY BELCH A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare. His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity and denying him. And for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
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SIR TOBY BELCH A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare. His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity and denying him. And for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
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FABIAN 355 A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
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FABIAN A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
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SIR ANDREW 'Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.
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SIR ANDREW 'Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
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SIR ANDREW An I do not—
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SIR ANDREW An I do not—
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FABIAN Come, let’s see the event.
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FABIAN Come, let’s see the event.
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SIR TOBY BELCH 360 I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet.
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SIR TOBY BELCH I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet.
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Exeunt
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Enter OLIVIA and MARIA
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Enter OLIVIA and MARIA
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OLIVIA I have sent after him. He says he’ll come.
How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrow’d.
I speak too loud.—
5 Where’s Malvolio? He is sad and civil
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?
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OLIVIA I have sent after him. He says he’ll come.
How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrow’d.
I speak too loud.—
Where’s Malvolio? He is sad and civil
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?
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MARIA He’s coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam.
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MARIA He’s coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam.
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OLIVIA 10 Why, what’s the matter? Does he rave?
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OLIVIA Why, what’s the matter? Does he rave?
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MARIA No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your ladyship were best to have some guard about you if he come, for sure the man is tainted in ’s wits.
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MARIA No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your ladyship were best to have some guard about you if he come, for sure the man is tainted in ’s wits.
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OLIVIA Go call him hither.
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OLIVIA Go call him hither.
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Exit MARIA
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Exit MARIA
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I am as mad as he,
15 If sad and merry madness equal be.
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I am as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.
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Enter MARIA , with MALVOLIO
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Enter MARIA , with MALVOLIO
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How now, Malvolio?
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How now, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO Sweet lady, ho, ho.
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MALVOLIO Sweet lady, ho, ho.
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OLIVIA Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
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OLIVIA Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
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MALVOLIO Sad, lady! I could be sad. This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering, but what of that? If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, “Please one, and please all.”
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MALVOLIO Sad, lady! I could be sad. This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering, but what of that? If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, “Please one, and please all.”
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OLIVIA Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee?
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OLIVIA Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee?
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MALVOLIO Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
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MALVOLIO Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
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OLIVIA Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
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OLIVIA Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO To bed? “Ay, sweetheart, and I’ll come to thee.”
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MALVOLIO To bed? “Ay, sweetheart, and I’ll come to thee.”
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OLIVIA God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?
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OLIVIA God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?
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MARIA How do you, Malvolio?
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MARIA How do you, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO At your request! Yes, nightingales answer daws!
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MALVOLIO At your request! Yes, nightingales answer daws!
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MARIA Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
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MARIA Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
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MALVOLIO 35 “Be not afraid of greatness.” 'Twas well writ.
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MALVOLIO “Be not afraid of greatness.” 'Twas well writ.
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OLIVIA What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
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OLIVIA What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO “Some are born great—”
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MALVOLIO “Some are born great—”
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OLIVIA Ha?
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OLIVIA Ha?
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MALVOLIO “Some achieve greatness—”
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MALVOLIO “Some achieve greatness—”
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OLIVIA 40 What sayest thou?
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OLIVIA What sayest thou?
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MALVOLIO “And some have greatness thrust upon them.”
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MALVOLIO “And some have greatness thrust upon them.”
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OLIVIA Heaven restore thee!
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OLIVIA Heaven restore thee!
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MALVOLIO “Remember who commended thy yellow stockings—”
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MALVOLIO “Remember who commended thy yellow stockings—”
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OLIVIA Thy yellow stockings?
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OLIVIA Thy yellow stockings?
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MALVOLIO 45 “And wished to see thee cross-gartered.”
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MALVOLIO “And wished to see thee cross-gartered.”
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OLIVIA Cross-gartered?
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OLIVIA Cross-gartered?
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MALVOLIO “Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so—”
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MALVOLIO “Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so—”
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OLIVIA Am I made?
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OLIVIA Am I made?
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MALVOLIO “If not, let me see thee a servant still.”
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MALVOLIO “If not, let me see thee a servant still.”
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OLIVIA 50 Why, this is very midsummer madness.
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OLIVIA Why, this is very midsummer madness.
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Enter SERVANT
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Enter SERVANT
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SERVANT Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino’s is returned. I could hardly entreat him back. He attends your ladyship’s pleasure.
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SERVANT Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino’s is returned. I could hardly entreat him back. He attends your ladyship’s pleasure.
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OLIVIA I’ll come to him.
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OLIVIA I’ll come to him.
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Exit SERVANT
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Exit SERVANT
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Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA
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MALVOLIO Oh, ho! Do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir Toby to look to me. This concurs directly with the letter. She sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him, for she incites me to that in the letter. “Cast thy humble slough,” says she. “Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants. Let thy tongue tang with arguments of state. Put thyself into the trick of singularity,” and consequently sets down the manner how: as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her, but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away now, “Let this fellow be looked to.” “Fellow!” Not “Malvolio,” nor after my degree, but “fellow.” Why, everything adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance—what can be said? Nothing that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
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MALVOLIO Oh, ho! Do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir Toby to look to me. This concurs directly with the letter. She sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him, for she incites me to that in the letter. “Cast thy humble slough,” says she. “Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants. Let thy tongue tang with arguments of state. Put thyself into the trick of singularity,” and consequently sets down the manner how: as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her, but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away now, “Let this fellow be looked to.” “Fellow!” Not “Malvolio,” nor after my degree, but “fellow.” Why, everything adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance—what can be said? Nothing that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
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Enter MARIA , with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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Enter MARIA , with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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SIR TOBY BELCH Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.
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MALVOLIO Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my private. Go off.
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MALVOLIO Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my private. Go off.
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MARIA (to SIR TOBY BELCH) Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
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MARIA (to SIR TOBY BELCH) Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
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MALVOLIO Aha! Does she so?
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MALVOLIO Aha! Does she so?
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to FABIAN and MARIA) Go to, go to! Peace, peace. We must deal gently with him. Let me alone.—How do you, Malvolio? How is ’t with you? What, man, defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to FABIAN and MARIA) Go to, go to! Peace, peace. We must deal gently with him. Let me alone.—How do you, Malvolio? How is ’t with you? What, man, defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.
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MALVOLIO Do you know what you say?
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MALVOLIO Do you know what you say?
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MARIA (to SIR TOBY BELCH) La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
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MARIA (to SIR TOBY BELCH) La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
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FABIAN Carry his water to the wisewoman.
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FABIAN Carry his water to the wisewoman.
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MALVOLIO How now, mistress?
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MALVOLIO How now, mistress?
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MARIA O Lord!
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MARIA O 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) 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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FABIAN No way but gentleness, gently, gently. The fiend is rough and will not be roughly used.
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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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SIR TOBY BELCH (to MALVOLIO) Why, how now, my bawcock! How dost thou, chuck?
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to MALVOLIO) Why, how now, my bawcock! How dost thou, chuck?
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MALVOLIO 105 Sir!
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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 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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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, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
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MALVOLIO 110 My prayers, minx?
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MALVOLIO My prayers, minx?
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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 warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
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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! You are idle, shallow things. I am not of your element. You shall know more hereafter.
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SIR TOBY BELCH 115 Is ’t possible?
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SIR TOBY BELCH Is ’t possible?
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FABIAN If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
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FABIAN If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
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SIR TOBY BELCH His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
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SIR TOBY BELCH His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
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MARIA Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
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MARIA Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
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FABIAN 120 Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
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FABIAN Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
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MARIA The house will be the quieter.
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MARIA The house will be the quieter.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he’s mad. We may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him, at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see!
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he’s mad. We may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him, at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see!
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Enter SIR ANDREW
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Enter SIR ANDREW
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FABIAN More matter for a May morning.
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FABIAN More matter for a May morning.
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SIR ANDREW (presenting a paper) Here’s the challenge, read it. Warrant there’s vinegar and pepper in ’t.
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SIR ANDREW (presenting a paper) Here’s the challenge, read it. Warrant there’s vinegar and pepper in ’t.
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FABIAN Is ’t so saucy?
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FABIAN Is ’t so saucy?
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SIR ANDREW Ay, is ’t, I warrant him. Do but read.
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SIR ANDREW Ay, is ’t, I warrant him. Do but read.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Give me. (reads) “Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.”
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SIR TOBY BELCH Give me. (reads) “Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.”
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FABIAN 135 Good, and valiant.
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FABIAN Good, and valiant.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for ’t.”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for ’t.”
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FABIAN A good note, that keeps you from the blow of the law.
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FABIAN A good note, that keeps you from the blow of the law.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly. But thou liest in thy throat. That is not the matter I challenge thee for.”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly. But thou liest in thy throat. That is not the matter I challenge thee for.”
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FABIAN Very brief, and to exceeding good sense—less.
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FABIAN Very brief, and to exceeding good sense—less.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me—”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me—”
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FABIAN 145 Good.
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FABIAN Good.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.”
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FABIAN Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Good.
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FABIAN Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Good.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our souls. He may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
Andrew Aguecheek”
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SIR TOBY BELCH (reads) “Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our souls. He may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
Andrew Aguecheek”
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If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I’ll give ’t him.
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If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I’ll give ’t him.
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MARIA You may have very fit occasion for ’t. He is now in some commerce with my lady and will by and by depart.
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MARIA You may have very fit occasion for ’t. He is now in some commerce with my lady and will by and by depart.
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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SIR ANDREW Nay, let me alone for swearing.
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SIR ANDREW Nay, let me alone for swearing.
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Exit
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Exit
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SIR TOBY BELCH Now will not I deliver his letter, for the behavior of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding. His employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less. Therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth. He will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth, set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valor, and drive the gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Now will not I deliver his letter, for the behavior of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding. His employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less. Therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth. He will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth, set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valor, and drive the gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.
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Enter OLIVIA , with VIOLA
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Enter OLIVIA , with VIOLA
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FABIAN Here he comes with your niece. Give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
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FABIAN Here he comes with your niece. Give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH , FABIAN , and MARIA
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Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH , FABIAN , and MARIA
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OLIVIA I have said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honor too unchary on ’t.
There’s something in me that reproves my fault,
180 But such a headstrong potent fault it is
That it but mocks reproof.
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OLIVIA I have said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honor too unchary on ’t.
There’s something in me that reproves my fault,
But such a headstrong potent fault it is
That it but mocks reproof.
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VIOLA With the same 'havior that your passion bears
Goes on my master’s grief.
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VIOLA With the same 'havior that your passion bears
Goes on my master’s grief.
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OLIVIA Here, wear this jewel for me. 'Tis my picture.
185 Refuse it not. It hath no tongue to vex you.
And I beseech you come again tomorrow.
What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny,
That honor, saved, may upon asking give?
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OLIVIA Here, wear this jewel for me. 'Tis my picture.
Refuse it not. It hath no tongue to vex you.
And I beseech you come again tomorrow.
What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny,
That honor, saved, may upon asking give?
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VIOLA Nothing but this: your true love for my master.
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VIOLA Nothing but this: your true love for my master.
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OLIVIA 190 How with mine honor may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
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OLIVIA How with mine honor may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
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VIOLA I will acquit you.
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VIOLA I will acquit you.
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OLIVIA Well, come again tomorrow. Fare thee well.
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
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OLIVIA Well, come again tomorrow. Fare thee well.
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
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Exit
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Exit
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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SIR TOBY BELCH 195 Gentleman, God save thee.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Gentleman, God save thee.
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VIOLA And you, sir.
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VIOLA And you, sir.
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SIR TOBY BELCH That defense thou hast, betake thee to ’t. Of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not, but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. Dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillful and deadly.
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SIR TOBY BELCH That defense thou hast, betake thee to ’t. Of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not, but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. Dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillful and deadly.
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VIOLA You mistake, sir. I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me. My remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offense done to any man.
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VIOLA You mistake, sir. I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me. My remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offense done to any man.
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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VIOLA I pray you, sir, what is he?
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VIOLA I pray you, sir, what is he?
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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VIOLA I will return again into the house and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor. Belike this is a man of that quirk.
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VIOLA I will return again into the house and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor. Belike this is a man of that quirk.
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SIR TOBY BELCH |
SIR TOBY BELCH |
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VIOLA This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offense to him is. It is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
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VIOLA This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offense to him is. It is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
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SIR TOBY BELCH I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
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SIR TOBY BELCH I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
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Exit
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Exit
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VIOLA Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
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VIOLA Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
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FABIAN I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrament, but nothing of the circumstance more.
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FABIAN I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrament, but nothing of the circumstance more.
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VIOLA I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
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VIOLA I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
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FABIAN Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valor. He is, indeed, sir, the most skillful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
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FABIAN Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valor. He is, indeed, sir, the most skillful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
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VIOLA I shall be much bound to you for ’t. I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight. I care not who knows so much of my mettle.
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VIOLA I shall be much bound to you for ’t. I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight. I care not who knows so much of my mettle.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH , with SIR ANDREW
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH , with SIR ANDREW
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SIR TOBY BELCH Why, man, he’s a very devil. I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable. And on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Why, man, he’s a very devil. I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable. And on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
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SIR ANDREW Pox on ’t! I’ll not meddle with him.
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SIR ANDREW Pox on ’t! I’ll not meddle with him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
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SIR ANDREW |
SIR ANDREW |
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SIR TOBY BELCH I’ll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on ’t.
260 This shall end without the perdition of souls. (aside) Marry,
I’ll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
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SIR TOBY BELCH I’ll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on ’t.
This shall end without the perdition of souls. (aside) Marry,
I’ll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
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Enter FABIAN and VIOLA
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Enter FABIAN and VIOLA
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(to FABIAN) I have his horse to take up the quarrel. I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil.
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(to FABIAN) I have his horse to take up the quarrel. I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil.
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FABIAN He is as horribly conceited of him, and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
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FABIAN He is as horribly conceited of him, and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to VIOLA) There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for ’s oath sake. Marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of. Therefore, draw for the supportance of his vow. He protests he will not hurt you.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to VIOLA) There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for ’s oath sake. Marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of. Therefore, draw for the supportance of his vow. He protests he will not hurt you.
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VIOLA (aside) Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
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VIOLA (aside) Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
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FABIAN Give ground, if you see him furious.
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FABIAN Give ground, if you see him furious.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come, Sir Andrew, there’s no remedy. The gentleman will, for his honor’s sake, have one bout with you. He cannot by the duello avoid it. But he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to ’t.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come, Sir Andrew, there’s no remedy. The gentleman will, for his honor’s sake, have one bout with you. He cannot by the duello avoid it. But he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to ’t.
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SIR ANDREW Pray God, he keep his oath!
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SIR ANDREW Pray God, he keep his oath!
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VIOLA 280 I do assure you, ’tis against my will.
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VIOLA I do assure you, ’tis against my will.
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They draw swords Enter ANTONIO
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They draw swords Enter ANTONIO
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ANTONIO Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me.
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
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ANTONIO Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me.
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
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SIR TOBY BELCH You, sir? Why, what are you?
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SIR TOBY BELCH You, sir? Why, what are you?
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ANTONIO 285 One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
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ANTONIO One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
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They draw swords Enter OFFICERS
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They draw swords Enter OFFICERS
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FABIAN O good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
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FABIAN O good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to ANTONIO) I’ll be with you anon.
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SIR TOBY BELCH (to ANTONIO) I’ll be with you anon.
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VIOLA |
VIOLA |
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SIR ANDREW Marry, will I, sir. And for that I promised you, I’ll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily and reins well.
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SIR ANDREW Marry, will I, sir. And for that I promised you, I’ll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily and reins well.
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FIRST OFFICER This is the man. Do thy office.
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FIRST OFFICER This is the man. Do thy office.
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SECOND OFFICER Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
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SECOND OFFICER Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
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ANTONIO 295 You do mistake me, sir.
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ANTONIO You do mistake me, sir.
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FIRST OFFICER No, sir, no jot. I know your favor well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.—
Take him away. He knows I know him well.
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FIRST OFFICER No, sir, no jot. I know your favor well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.—
Take him away. He knows I know him well.
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ANTONIO I must obey. (to VIOLA) This comes with seeking you:
300 But there’s no remedy. I shall answer it.
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ANTONIO I must obey. (to VIOLA) This comes with seeking you:
But there’s no remedy. I shall answer it.
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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,
305 But be of comfort.
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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,
But be of comfort.
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SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, away.
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SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, away.
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ANTONIO (to VIOLA) I must entreat of you some of that money.
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ANTONIO (to VIOLA) I must entreat of you some of that money.
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VIOLA What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
310 Out 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)
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VIOLA What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
Out 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)
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ANTONIO Will you deny me now?
Is ’t possible that my deserts to you
315 Can 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.
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ANTONIO Will you deny me now?
Is ’t possible that my deserts to you
Can 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.
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VIOLA I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
320 I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood—
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VIOLA I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood—
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ANTONIO O heavens themselves!
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ANTONIO O heavens themselves!
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SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, I pray you, go.
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SECOND OFFICER Come, sir, I pray you, go.
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ANTONIO 325 Let 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.
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ANTONIO Let 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.
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FIRST OFFICER 330 What’s that to us? The time goes by. Away!
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FIRST OFFICER What’s that to us? The time goes by. Away!
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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.
335 Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
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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.
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
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FIRST OFFICER The man grows mad. Away with him. Come, come, sir.
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FIRST OFFICER The man grows mad. Away with him. Come, come, sir.
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ANTONIO Lead me on.
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ANTONIO Lead me on.
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Exit with OFFICERS
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Exit with OFFICERS
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VIOLA Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
340 That he believes himself. So do not I.
Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
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VIOLA Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
That he believes himself. So do not I.
Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come hither, knight. Come hither, Fabian. We’ll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Come hither, knight. Come hither, Fabian. We’ll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
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VIOLA 345 He named Sebastian. I my brother know
Yet living in my glass. Even such and so
In favor was my brother, and he went
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VIOLA He named Sebastian. I my brother know
Yet living in my glass. Even such and so
In favor was my brother, and he went
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Still in this fashion, color, ornament,
For him I imitate. Oh, if it prove,
350 Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love!
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Still in this fashion, color, ornament,
For him I imitate. Oh, if it prove,
Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love!
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Exit
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Exit
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SIR TOBY BELCH A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare. His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity and denying him. And for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
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SIR TOBY BELCH A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare. His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity and denying him. And for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
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FABIAN 355 A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
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FABIAN A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
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SIR ANDREW 'Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.
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SIR ANDREW 'Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
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SIR TOBY BELCH Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
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SIR ANDREW An I do not—
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SIR ANDREW An I do not—
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FABIAN Come, let’s see the event.
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FABIAN Come, let’s see the event.
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SIR TOBY BELCH 360 I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet.
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SIR TOBY BELCH I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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