30 30 40 50 60 Oli. Where is Malvolio?—he is sad and civil, And suits well for a servant with my fortunes: Where is Malvolio? Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam. Oli. Why, what's the matter? Does he rave? Mar. 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. Oli. Go call him hither. (Exit MARIA.) I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be. Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO. How now, Malvolio? Mal. Sweet Lady, ho, ho. Oli. Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. Mal. 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.' Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee? Mal. 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. Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss thy hand so oft? Mar. How do you, Malvolio? Mal. At your request! Yes; nightingales answer daws. Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady? Mal. Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ. Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? Mal. Some are born great,' Oli. Ha! 90 Mal. O, 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, 100 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. Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY BELCH and Sir To. 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 I10 I'll speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is. (To Malvolio.) How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man? Mal. Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private; go off. Mar. 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. Mal. Ah, ha! does she so? Sir To. 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. Mal. Do you know what you say? Mar. La you! an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched! Mal. How now, mistress! Sir To. Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do you not see you move him? Le me alone with him. 120 130 What, Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him, foul collier! Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray. Mal. My prayers, minx! Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle 150 shallow things: I am not of your element. You shall know more hereafter. [Exit. Sir To. Is't possible? 160 Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man. Mar. Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air, and taint. Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed. Mar. The house will be the quieter. Sir To. 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 har, and crown thee for a finder of madmen. [Exeunt. IIb. ACT IV.-Scene 2. MARIA, CLOWN, SIR TOBY BELCH, MALVOLIO. Enter MARIA and CLOWN. Mar. Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and 170 this beard: make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. [Exit. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't: and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said an honest man and a good housekeeper goes as fairly as to say, a careful man and a 180 great scholar. The competitors enter. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Sir To. Jove bless thee, Master parson. Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that is, is'; so I, being Master parson, am Master parson; for what is, that' but 'that,' and 'is' but 'is'? Sir To. To him, Sir Topas. Clo. What, ho! I say. Peace in this prison! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave. Mal. (Within.) Who calls there? Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic. Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady. Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies? Sir To. Well said, Master parson. Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here in hideous dark ness. Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy. Sayest thou that house is dark? Mal. As hell, Sir Topas. Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clearstores toward the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction? Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark. Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog. 2 21 Mal. I say this house is as dark as ignorance, 22 though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are: make the trial of it in any constant question. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl? Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way 23 approve his opinion. Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou still in Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas! Mar. Thou might'st have done this without 24 thy beard and gown: he sees thee not. Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport Clo. Alas! why is she so? Mal. Fool, I say! Clo. She loves another. -Who calls, ha? Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve 260 well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. Clo. Master Malvolio! 270 280 Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses! and do all they can to face me out of my wits. Clo. Advise you what you say: the minister is here. (Changes his voice.) Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. Mal. Sir Topas! Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you, good Sir Topas.-Marry, amen.—I will, sir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say! Clo. Alas! sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you. Mal. Good fool, help me to some light and some paper: I tell thee I am as well in my 290 wits as any man in Illyria. 300 Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, sir! Mal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? Mal. Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink. Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I prithee, be gone. And anon, sir, I'll be with you again, In a trice, Like to the old Vice, Your need to sustain. IIC.-ACT V.-Scene 1. Malvolio's Release. 310 [Exu. OLIVIA, CLOWN, FABIAN, DUKE, MALVOLIO. Enter OLIVIA. Oli. Fetch Malvolio hither: And yet, alas! now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. A most extracting frenzy of mine own From my remembrance clearly banished his. Re-enter CLOWN, with a letter, and FABIAN. How does he, sirrah? Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his case may do. Has here writ a letter to you: Oli. Open't, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers the madman. (Reads,) By the Lord, Madam Oli. How now! art thou mad? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox. Oli. Prithee, read i' thy right wits. 320 Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to read thus: therefore perpend, 330 my princess, and give ear. Oli. (To Fabian.) Read it you, sirrah. Fab. (Reads.) By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have İ the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and 340 speak out of my injury. THE MADLY-USED MALVOLIO. Oli. Did he write this? Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase; And tell me, in the modesty of honour, Bade me come smiling and cross-gartered to To put on yellow stockings, and to frown 360 Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people; And, acting this in an obedient hope, Oli. Alas! Malvolio, this is not my writing, And in such forms which here were presupposed Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content: This practice hath most shrewdly passed upon thee; But when we know the grounds and authors of Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge N.B.-These scenes are continuous. They may be divided after Ib. See also AS YOU LIKE IT [Exeunt. ACT II.-Scene 3.—Adam's Faithful Service.-Orlando, ADAM.-'Who's there?''Than to die well and not my master's debtor.' CORIOLANUS ACT II.-Scene 2.-Praises of Coriolanus.-COMINIUS.-'I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus'-'To spend the time to end it.' CYMBELINE ACT III.-Scene 3.-The Sparks of Nature.-BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS.-'A goodly day not to keep house''The game is up.' JULIUS CÆSAR I. ACT I.-Scene 2.-Greatness of Cæsar: Swimming the Tiber.- II. ACT II.-Scene 1.-The Conspiracy.-BRUTUS, LUCIUS, CASSIUS, III. ACT III.-Scene 1.-Antony makes friends with Casar's Murderers. comes JULIUS CÆSAR—continued. IV. ACT III.-Scene 2.-Cæsar's Funeral.-BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CITIZENS, -Take V.-ACT IV.-Scene 3.—Quarrel and Reconciliation of Brutus and Cassius. -BRUTUS, CASSIUS.-That you have wronged me doth appear in this '- 'He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.' FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV. I. ACT III.-Scene 1.-Division of the Marches: Glendower's Prophecies. -Hotspur, Glendower, Worcester, MortTIMER.-'These promises are fair, the parties sure 'So much she doteth on her Mortimer'; or 'Well, I am schooled; good manners be your speed!' II. ACT III.-Scene 2.-KING HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES.—' Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I'—' Advantage feeds him fat while men delay.' SECOND PART OF King henRY IV. I. ་ ACT I. - Scene 1. — PORTER, BARDOLPH, NORTHUMBERLAND, TRAVERS, MORTON. — 'Who keeps the gate here, ho?’————— 'Never so few, nor never yet more need.' II. ACT I.-Scene 2.-FALSTAFF, PAGE, LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.'Sir, here comes the nobleman'- -'I will turn diseases to commodity.' ACT III. ·Scene I. - KING HENRY, WARWICK, SURREY. Soliloquy on Sleep.-'O sleep! O gentle sleep!'. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.' IV.—ACT IV.—Scene 5.-KING Henry, PrinCE HENRY, WARWICK, PRINCE JOHN.-The Crown.-'Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends'' In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.' V.-ACT V.-Scene 2.—King Henry, Chief JuSTICE.-'Good morrow; and God save your majesty !'. 'God shorten Harry's happy life one day' (or from the beginning of the scene). KING HENRY V. I.-ACT I.-Scene 2.-Claim to the Crown of France.-KING Henry, II. ACT II.-Scene 1.-King Henry addresses Scroop and the other III. ACT III.-Scene 1.—Before Harfleur.-King Henry.-' Once more IV. ACT III.-Scene 2.-English, Scottish, Irish, and Welsh.-Fluellen, GOWER, MACMORRIS, JAMY.-' Captain Fluellen, you must come presently'- -' and there is an end.' V.-ACT IV.—Introduction.—Before the Battle.-CHORUS.-'Now entertain conjecture of a time''Minding true things by what their mockeries be.' |