Part 21
_Vio._ I left no ring with her: what means this lady? 15 Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her! She made good view of me; indeed, so much, That methought her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion 20 Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis, Poor lady, she were better love a dream. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, 25 Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How easy is it for the proper-false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we! For such as we are made of, such we be. 30 How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. What will become of this? As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love; 35 As I am woman,--now alas the day!-- What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! O time! thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie! [_Exit._
LINENOTES:
## SCENE II. Enter....] Enter V. and M. at severall doores. Ff.
[1] _even_, _ev'n_ Ff. _e'en_ Rowe.
[4] _sir_:] _sir; for being your Lord's she'll none of it_. Hanmer.
[9, 10] _Receive it so_] _Receive it, sir_ Capell.
[11] _the ring of me: I'll_] _the ring of me, Ile_ Ff (_I'le_ F3 F4). _the ring of me! I'll_ Malone (Anon. conj.). _no ring of me; I'll_ Malone conj. _this ring of me! She'll_ Id. conj.
[16] _have not_] _should have_ Hanmer.
[18] _That_] F1. _That sure_ F2 F3 F4. _That oft_] Jackson conj. _That, as_ Anon. conj.
_That ... her_] _Methought her eager_ Seymour conj.
_had lost_] _did let_ Hanmer. _had crost_ Warburton. _had los'd_ Becket conj.
[22] _None ... none._] This line is transposed by Hanmer to the beginning of the speech.
[23] _I am the_] _I should be_ Hanmer.
_man: if it be so, as 'tis_,] _man, if ... so, as tis_, F1. _man, if ... so as tis_, F2 (_'tis,_ F3 F4). _man, if ... so: as 'tis_, Hanmer. _if it be so_, (_as, 'tis_;) Theobald.
[27, 28] _the proper-false ... their forms_] _thy purpose false ... thy forms_ Jackson conj.
[27] _proper-false_] Malone. _proper false_ Ff.
[29] _our_] F2 F3 F4. _O_ F1.
[30] _made of, such_] Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.). _made, if such_ Ff. _made, ev'n such_ Hanmer. See note (VI).
[32] _monster_] _minister_ Hanmer.
[32, 33] _as much on him; And_] _as much on him As_ Dyce conj.
[34] _man_] _a man_ F3 F4.
[39] _to untie_] _t'unty_ Ff.
## SCENE III. OLIVIA'S _house_.
_Enter_ SIR TOBY _and_ SIR ANDREW.
_Sir To._ Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo surgere,' thou know'st,--
_Sir And._ Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late is to be up late. 5
_Sir To._ A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can. To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements?
_Sir And._ Faith, so they say; but I think it rather 10 consists of eating and drinking.
_Sir To._ Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!
_Enter_ Clown.
_Sir And._ Here comes the fool, i'faith.
_Clo._ How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture 15 of 'we three'?
_Sir To._ Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
_Sir And._ By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast 20 in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman: hadst it?
_Clo._ I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose 25 is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
_Sir And._ Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.
_Sir To._ Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have 30 a song.
_Sir And._ There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a--
_Clo._ Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life? 35
_Sir To._ A love-song, a love-song.
_Sir And._ Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
_Clo._ [_Sings_]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: 40 Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
_Sir And._ Excellent good, i' faith.
_Sir To._ Good, good. 45
_Clo._ [_Sings_]
What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, 50 Youth's a stuff will not endure.
_Sir And._ A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
_Sir To._ A contagious breath.
_Sir And._ Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
_Sir To._ To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. 55 But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?
_Sir And._ An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch. 60
_Clo._ By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
_Sir And._ Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'
_Clo._ 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be constrained in't to call thee knave, knight. 65
_Sir And._ 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'
_Clo._ I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
_Sir And._ Good, i'faith. Come, begin. [_Catch sung._
_Enter_ MARIA.
_Mar._ What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my 70 lady have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
_Sir To._ My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? Tillyvally. 75 Lady! [_Sings_] 'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'
_Clo._ Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
_Sir And._ Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. 80
_Sir To._ [_Sings_] 'O, the twelfth day of December',--
_Mar._ For the love o' God, peace!
_Enter_ MALVOLIO.
_Mal._ My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of 85 my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
_Sir To._ We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! 90
_Mal._ Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to 95 take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
_Sir To._ 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'
_Mar._ Nay, good Sir Toby.
_Clo._ 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'
_Mal._ Is't even so? 100
_Sir To._ 'But I will never die.'
_Clo._ Sir Toby, there you lie.
_Mal._ This is much credit to you.
_Sir To._ 'Shall I bid him go?'
_Clo._ 'What an if you do?' 105
_Sir To._ 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'
_Clo._ 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'
_Sir To._ Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? 110
_Clo._ Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.
_Sir To._ Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crums. A stoup of wine, Maria!
_Mal._ Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at 115 any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand. [_Exit._
_Mar._ Go shake your ears.
_Sir And._ 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to 120 break promise with him and make a fool of him.
_Sir To._ Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
_Mar._ Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is 125 much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: I know I can do it.
_Sir To._ Possess us, possess us; tell us something of 130 him.
_Mar._ Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
_Sir And._ O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog!
_Sir To._ What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight? 135
_Sir And._ I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
_Mar._ The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that cons state without book and utters it by great swarths: the best 140 persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work.
_Sir To._ What wilt thou do? 145
_Mar._ I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: on 150 a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.
_Sir To._ Excellent! I smell a device.
_Sir And._ I have 't in my nose too.
_Sir To._ He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt 155 drop, that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him.
_Mar._ My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
_Sir And._ And your horse now would make him an ass.
_Mar._ Ass, I doubt not. 160
_Sir And._ O, 'twill be admirable!
_Mar._ Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on 165 the event. Farewell. [_Exit._
_Sir To._ Good night, Penthesilea.
_Sir And._ Before me, she's a good wench.
_Sir To._ She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: what o' that? 170
_Sir And._ I was adored once too.
_Sir To._ Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.
_Sir And._ If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. 175
_Sir To._ Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i' the end, call me cut.
_Sir And._ If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
_Sir To._ Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too 180 late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
## SCENE III. OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe.
[2] _diluculo_] Rowe. _Deliculo_ F1. _Diliculo_ F2 F3 F4.
[3] _know'st,--_] Theobald. _know'st._ Ff.
[9] _Does ... life_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Does ... lives_ Ff. _Do ... lives_ Malone.
[12] _Thou'rt_ Capell. _Th'art_ Ff. _Thou art_ Steevens.
[13] _Marian_] _Maria_ Pope.
_stoup_] _stoope_ F1 F2 F3. _stoop_ F4.
[18] _breast_] _breath_ L. H. apud Theobald conj.
[22] _Pigrogromitus_] _Pigrogomitus_ Boswell.
[24] _leman_] Theobald. _Lemon_ Ff.
[25] _impeticos thy gratillity_] _impeticoat thy gratuity_ Rann (Johnson conj.).
[27] _Myrmidons_] Theobald. _Mermidons_ Ff. _Mirmidons_ Pope.
[33] _give a--_] See note (VII).
[39] _and hear_;] _and heare,_ F1 F2. _and hear_, F3 F4. _for here_ Collier MS.
[42] _lovers_] _lovers'_ Warburton.
[46] _love?_] Pope, _love_, Ff.
[49] _delay_] _decay_ Warburton.
[50] _Then come kiss me_] _Come, a kiss then_ Johnson conj.
[52] _true_] _a true_ Rowe.
[57] _souls_] _sols_ (i.e. _sous_) Jackson conj.
[59] _An_] Pope. _And_ Ff.
_dog_] _dogge_ F1 F2. _a dog_ F3 F4.
[64] _knight?_] Capell. _knight._ Ff.
[70] SCENE IV. Pope.
[75] _am I not_] _am not I_ F3 F4.
[76, 81] [Sings] Singing. Rowe.
[81] _O_] _O' S._ Walker conj.
_the twelfth_] _the twelfe_ F1 F2. _twelf_ F3 F4.
[85] _ye_] _you_ Hanmer.
[86] _coziers'_] _cottiers_ Warburton.
[89, 90] _Sneck up_] F3 F4. _Snecke up_ F1 F2. _Strike up_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Sneak-cup_ Rann (Steevens and Capell conj.). _Sneb up_ Becket conj. _Snack up_ Jackson conj. _Snick up_ Collier (Dyce).
[90] [Hiccoughs. Theobald.
[92] _though_] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.
[93] _kinsman_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[95] _an_] Rowe (ed. 2). _and_ Ff.
[97] See note (VIII).
[98] Mar.] Mal. Steevens.
[101] _never_] _nevery_ F2.
[105] _an_] Theobald, _and_ Ff.
[107] _no, no, no, no_] _no, no, no_ Theobald.
[108] _tune, sir_:] _tune sir,_ Ff. _time, sir?_ Theobald, _tune!--sir,_ Collier. _tune, sir?_ Staunton.
_Art_] _Art thou_ Rowe.
[113] _Thou'rt_] Rowe. _Th'art_ Ff.
_chain_] _chin_ Johnson conj.
[114] _stoup_] _stope_ Ff. stoop Rowe.
[120] _the field_] _to the field_ Rowe (ed. 2.)
[125] _the youth_] _that youth_ Collier MS.
_count's_] _Duke's_ Rowe.
[127] _a nayword_] Rowe. _an ayword_ Ff. _a byeword_ L.H. apud Theobald conj.
[130] Sir To.] Sir And. S. Walker conj.
[132] _puritan_] _a puritan_ Hanmer.
[139] _affectioned_] _affected_ Hanmer.
[140] _state without book_] _stale wit out of books_ Anon. conj.
_swarths_] _swaths_ Collier.
[142] _grounds_] F1. _ground_ F2 F3 F4.
[155] _letters_] _letter_ Collier MS.
[156] _they come_] _it comes_ Collier MS.
_she's_] _she is_ F4.
[159] Sir And.] Sir To. Harness (Tyrwhitt conj.).
[160] _Ass, I_] _As I_ S. Walker conj.
[163] _with him_] _him him_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[164] _his_] F1. _this_ F2 F3 F4.
## SCENE IV. _The_ DUKE'S _palace_.
_Enter_ DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, _and others._
_Duke._ Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night: Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms 5 Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: Come, but one verse.
_Cur._ He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
_Duke._ Who was it? 10
_Cur._ Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.
_Duke._ Seek him out, and play the tune the while. [_Exit Curio. Music plays._
Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; 15 For such as I am all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
_Vio._ It gives a very echo to the seat 20 Where Love is throned.
_Duke._ Thou dost speak masterly: My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves: Hath it not, boy?
_Vio._ A little, by your favour. 25
_Duke._ What kind of woman is't?
_Vio._ Of your complexion.
_Duke._ She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
_Vio._ About your years, my lord.
_Duke._ Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, 30 So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
_Vio._ I think it well, my lord. 35
_Duke._ Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent; For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
_Vio._ And so they are: alas, that they are so; 40 To die, even when they to perfection grow!
_Re-enter_ CURIO _and_ Clown.
_Duke._ O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones 45 Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
_Clo._ Are you ready, sir?
_Duke._ Ay; prithee, sing. [_Music._ 50
SONG.
_Clo._ Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 55 O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; 60 Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, 65 To weep there!
_Duke._ There's for thy pains.
_Clo._ No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
_Duke._ I'll pay thy pleasure then.
_Clo._ Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or 70 another.
_Duke._ Give me now leave to leave thee.
_Clo._ Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put 75 to sea, that their business might be every thing and their intent every where; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell. [_Exit._
_Duke._ Let all the rest give place. [_Curio and Attendants retire._ Once more, Cesario, Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: 80 Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems 85 That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
_Vio._ But if she cannot love you, sir?
_Duke._ I cannot be so answer'd.
_Vio._ Sooth, but you must. Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, Hath for your love as great a pang of heart 90 As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?
_Duke._ There is no woman's sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart 95 So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,-- No motion of the liver, but the palate,-- That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt; But mine is all as hungry as the sea, 100 And can digest as much: make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia.
_Vio._ Ay, but I know,--
_Duke._ What dost thou know?
_Vio._ Too well what love women to men may owe: 105 In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.
_Duke._ And what's her history?
_Vio._ A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 110 But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? 115 We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.
_Duke._ But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
_Vio._ I am all the daughters of my father's house, 120 And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. Sir, shall I to this lady?
_Duke._ Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
## SCENE IV.] SCENE V. Pope.
THE DUKE'S palace.] The Palace. Rowe.
[5] _terms_] _tunes_ Knight conj.
[13] _Seek_] _Go, seek_ Capell.
[Exit Curio.] Pope.
[17] _motions_] _notions_ Warburton (Theobald conj.). See note (IX).
[20] _to the seat_] _from the seat_ Warburton.
[34] _worn_] F4. _worne_ F1 F2 F3. _won_ Hanmer.
[41] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.
[45] _free_] _fair_ Grey conj.
[47] _dallies_] _tallies_ Warburton.
[50] _Ay; prithee_] _Ay; pr'ythee_ Capell. _I prethee_ Ff.
[53] _Fly ... fly_] Rowe. _Fye ... fie_ F1
F2. _Fie ... fie_ F3 F4.
[56] _O, prepare_] _Prepare_ Pope.
[64] _O, where_] _where_ Pope.
[65] _Sad_] om. Pope.
_true lover_] _true-love_ Capell.
_never_] _ne'er_ Rann.
[71] _another_] _other_ Rowe.
[72] _Give me ... thee_] _I give thee ... me_ Harness.
[73] Clo.] Duk. F2.
[77] _every where_] _no where_ Warburton.
[79] SCENE VI. Pope.
[C. and A. retire.] Edd. Exeunt C. and A. Capell. om. Ff.
[86] _pranks her in_] _pranks, her mind,_ Warburton. _pranks in her_ Jackson conj.
[88] _I_] Hanmer. _It_ Ff.
[97, 98] _appetite_,-- ... _palate_,--_] Capell, _appetite, ... pallat_ F1 F2. _appetite: ... pallat,_ F3 F4.
[99] _suffer_] _suffers_ Rowe.
[101] _digest_] _disgest_ F2.
[109] _And what's_] _What's_ Pope.
[113] _a green and yellow_] _agrein and hallow_ Becket conj.
[114] _sat like ... monument,_] _sat, like ... monument_ Hunter conj.
[120, 121] _I am all the daughters ... And all the brothers too;--and yet_] _She's all the daughters ... And I am all the sons, but yet_ Hanmer.
[124] _My_] F1 F3 F4. _Thy_ F2.
## SCENE V. OLIVIA'S _garden_.
_Enter_ SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, _and_ FABIAN.
_Sir To._ Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
_Fab._ Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
_Sir To._ Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? 5
_Fab._ I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o' favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.
_Sir To._ To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?
_Sir And._ An we do not, it is pity of our lives. 10
_Sir To._ Here comes the little villain.
_Enter_ MARIA.
How now, my metal of India!