ACT IV.
[Scene I.] Before Olivia's house.
Enter Sebastian and Clown.
Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not sent for
you?
Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow:
Let me be clear of thee.
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Clo. Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you;
nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come
speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; nor
this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.
Seb. [I prithee,] vent thy folly somewhere else:
Thou know'st not me.
Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some
great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I
am afraid this [great lubber, the world], will prove a cockney.
I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I
shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her [that thou] art
coming?
Seb. [I prithee], foolish [Greek], depart from me:
There's money for thee: if you tarry longer,
I shall give [worse] payment.
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Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise
men that give fools money get themselves a good [report]—after
fourteen years' purchase.
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for
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Seb. Why, there's for thee, [and there], [and there].
Are all the people mad?
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the
house.
Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be
in some of your coats for two pence [[Exit.]
Sir To. [Come on, sir]; [hold.]
Sir And. Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to
work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him,
if there [be] any law in Illyria: though I [stroke] him first,
yet it's no matter for that.
Seb. Let go thy hand.
Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my
young soldier, [put up] your iron: you are well fleshed;
come on.
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Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou [now]?
If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce
or two of this malapert blood from [you].
Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold!
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Sir To. Madam!
Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!
Be not offended, dear Cesario.
Rudesby, be gone!
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
I prithee, gentle [friend],
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath [botch'd] up, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go:
Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Oli. Nay, come, I [prithee]: would thou'ldst be ruled by me!
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli. O, say so, and so be! [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
[Scene I.] Before....] The street before.... Capell. The street. Rowe. om. Ff.
[9, 10] [Arranged] as in Capell; as prose in Ff.
[13] [great lubber, the world] great lubberly World Collier MS. great luberly word Grant White (Douce conj.). lubberly word Staunton conj. See note [(xiii)].
[15] [that thou] that that F2.
[17] [Greek] F3 F4. greeke F1 F2. geck Hanmer (Theobald conj.). grig or gleeker Anon. conj.
[17-19] [Arranged] as in Capell; as prose in Ff.
[19] [worse] worser Anon. conj.
[21] [report—] Staunton. report, Ff.
[24] [Striking Sebastian.] Rowe.
[25] [and there, and there] and there, and there, and there Capell.
[Beating Sir Andrew.] Rowe.
[30] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff.
[31] [Come on, sir] Come, sir Rann. Come off, sir Anon. conj.
[Holding Sebastian.] Rowe.
[34] [be] he F2.
[stroke] F1 F2. strook F3. struck F4.
[38] [put up ... fleshed] [To Sir And.] put up ... fleshed Badham conj.
[40] [Wrenches] from him and draws. Capell.
[43] [They draw and fight.] Rowe.
[44] [Scene ii.] Pope.
[50] [Exeunt....] Capell. Exeunt Sir T. and Sir A. Rowe.
[55] [botched] bouch'd Becket conj.
[63] [prithee] pray Pope.
[Scene II.] [Olivia's house.]
Enter Maria and Clown.
Mar. Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and 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 great scholar. The
competitors enter.
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.
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[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.
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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 darkness.
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?
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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.
Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, 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
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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 approve
his opinion.
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Clo. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness:
thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of
thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess
the [soul] of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
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Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas!
Clo. Nay, I am for all [waters].
Mar. Thou mightst have done this without 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 [to the upshot]. Come
by and by to my [chamber]. [[Exeunt] Sir Toby and Maria.
Clo. [Singing] [Hey,] Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how [thy] lady does.
Mal. Fool,——
Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
Mal. Fool,——
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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 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?
Mal. Ay, good fool.
Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you [besides] your five wits?
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.
Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour
thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.
Mal. Sir Topas,——
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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 wits as any man in
Illyria.
Clo. Well-a-day that you were, sir!
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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.
[Clo.] [Singing] I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, [dad;]
Adieu, [goodman Drivel]. [Exit.
LINENOTES:
[Scene ii.] Scene iii. Pope.
[Olivia's house.] Rowe.
[3] [Exit.] Exit M. Theobald.
[6] [tall] fat Reed (1803) (Farmer conj.). pale Tyrwhitt conj. of taille Becket conj.
[7] [student] studient F1.
[9] [careful] graceful Hanmer (Warburton).
[10] [Enter Sir T. and M.] Theobald. Enter Toby. Ff.
[11] [Jove] God Edd. conj.
15, 27] [master] M. Ff and passim.
[13] [Prague] Rowe. Prage F1 F2 F3. Prauge F4.
[14] [Gorboduc] Gorboduck Pope. Gorbodacke F1 F2 F4. Gorbodack F3.
[18] [rapping at an inner door.] Capell.
[20] [Mal. [within] Malvolio within (as a stage direction) Mal. Ff.
[26] [nothing but of] of nothing but Anon. conj.
[33] [that] this Rann. the or that the Anon. conj.
[37] [clearstores] cleere stores F1. cleare stones F2. clear stones F3 F4. clear stories Boswell (Blakeway conj.).
[49] [wild fowl] the soul Theobald conj.
[50] [haply] Capell. happily Ff.
[58] [soul] soule F1. house F2 F3 F4.
[61] [waters] wanters or ventures Anon. conj.
[65] [well] F1. all F2 F3 F4. all well Collier MS.
[68] [to the upshot] Rowe. the upshot Ff.
[69] [chamber] champer F2.
[Exeunt....] Exit with Maria. Theobald. Exit Ff.
[70] [Scene iv.] Pope.
[Singing] Rowe.
[70, 71] [Hey ... does.] Hey, jolly Robin, tell to me, How does thy lady do? Farmer conj.
[71] [thy] my Rowe (ed. 2).
[83] [besides] beside Capell conj.
[86] [you are] thou art Rowe (ed. 2).
[88] [have here] have Pope.
[96] [be wi' you] buy you Ff. b' w' you Pope.
[97] [sir, I will] F1. sir, I will sir F2 F3 F4.
[109, 110] [are you not] are you Johnson conj.
[110] [or] and Malone conj.
[116-127] [Arranged] as in Capell. As eight lines in Ff.
[116] [Singing] Rowe. on. Ff.
[119, 120] [In a trice, Like to the] With a trice, Like the Collier MS. With a trice, Like to the Collier (ed. 2).
[126] [dad;] dad, Ff. dad? Farmer conj.
[127] [goodman Drivel] Rowe (ed. 2). good man diuell F1. good man Direll F2. good man Devil F3 F4. goodman Mean-evil Johnson conj. good Mean-evil Mason conj. goodman Civil, or good man, be civil Anon. conj.
[Scene III.] [Olivia's garden.]
Enter Sebastian.
Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found [this credit],
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust but that [I am] mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back [affairs and their dispatch]
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
As I perceive she does: there's something in't
That is deceivable. But here [the lady comes].
Enter Olivia and Priest.
Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most [jealous] and too doubtful soul
May [live] at peace. He shall conceal it
[Whiles] you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oliv. Then lead the way, good father; [and heavens] so shine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine! [[Exeunt.]
LINENOTES:
[Scene III.] Scene V. Pope.
[Olivia's garden.] Capell. Another apartment in O.'s house. Theobald.
[6] [this credit] in credit Becket conj. this credit [He takes a letter from his pocket] Jackson conj.
credit] F3 F4. credite F1 F2. credent Theobald conj. current Hanmer. credited Mason conj.
[15] [I am] I'm Pope.
[18] [affairs and their dispatch] and thus dispatch affairs Collier (Collier MS.).
[21] [the lady comes] she comes Pope. comes the lady Steevens.
[27] [jealous] iealious F1.
[28] [live] henceforth live Hanmer.
[29] [Whiles] While Grant White.
[34] [and heavens] F1 F2. and heaven F3 F4. heav'ns Pope.
[35] [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis Actus Quartus. F1. Finis actus Quarti. F2 F3 F4.