Act II, Scene 3 OLIVIA's house.



SIR TOBY BELCH Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after
midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo
surgere,' thou know'st,--
SIR ANDREW Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up
late is to be up late.
SIR TOBY BELCH 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 ANDREW Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists
of eating and drinking.
SIR TOBY BELCH Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.
Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!
  [Enter Clown]
SIR ANDREW Here comes the fool, i' faith.
Clown How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture
of 'we three'?
SIR TOBY BELCH Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
SIR ANDREW 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 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?
Clown I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose
is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the
Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
SIR ANDREW Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all
is done. Now, a song.
SIR TOBY BELCH Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.
SIR ANDREW There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a--
Clown Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
SIR TOBY BELCH A love-song, a love-song.
SIR ANDREW Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
Clown [Sings]
  O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
SIR ANDREW Excellent good, i' faith.
SIR TOBY BELCH Good, good.
Clown [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,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
SIR ANDREW A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
SIR TOBY BELCH A contagious breath.
SIR ANDREW Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.
SIR TOBY BELCH To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
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 ANDREW An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
Clown By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
SIR ANDREW Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'
Clown 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be
constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
SIR ANDREW 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to
call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'
Clown I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
SIR ANDREW Good, i' faith. Come, begin.
  [Catch sung]
  [Enter MARIA]
MARIA What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady
have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him
turn you out of doors, never trust me.
SIR TOBY BELCH 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. Lady!
  'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'
Clown Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
SIR ANDREW 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.
SIR TOBY BELCH [Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December,'--
MARIA For the love o' God, peace!
  [Enter MALVOLIO]
MALVOLIO My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye
no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like
tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an
alehouse of 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 TOBY BELCH We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
MALVOLIO 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 misdemeanors, you
are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please
you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid
you farewell.
SIR TOBY BELCH 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'
MARIA Nay, good Sir Toby.
Clown 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'
MALVOLIO Is't even so?
SIR TOBY BELCH 'But I will never die.'
Clown Sir Toby, there you lie.
MALVOLIO This is much credit to you.
SIR TOBY BELCH 'Shall I bid him go?'
Clown 'What an if you do?'
SIR TOBY BELCH 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'
Clown 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'
SIR TOBY BELCH 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?
Clown Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the
mouth too.
SIR TOBY BELCH Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with
crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!
MALVOLIO Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any
thing more than contempt, you would not give means
for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand.
MARIA Go shake your ears.
SIR ANDREW 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's
a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to
break promise with him and make a fool of him.
SIR TOBY BELCH Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll
deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
MARIA Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the
youth of the count's was today with thy lady, she is
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 TOBY BELCH Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him.
MARIA Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
SIR ANDREW O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog!
SIR TOBY BELCH What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
dear knight?
SIR ANDREW I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason
good enough.
MARIA 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 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 TOBY BELCH What wilt thou do?
MARIA 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 a forgotten matter we
can hardly make distinction of our hands.
SIR TOBY BELCH Excellent! I smell a device.
SIR ANDREW I have't in my nose too.
SIR TOBY BELCH He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop,
that they come from my niece, and that she's in
love with him.
MARIA My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
SIR ANDREW And your horse now would make him an ass.
MARIA Ass, I doubt not.
SIR ANDREW O, 'twill be admirable!
MARIA 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 the event. Farewell.
SIR TOBY BELCH Good night, Penthesilea.
SIR ANDREW Before me, she's a good wench.
SIR TOBY BELCH She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me:
what o' that?
SIR ANDREW I was adored once too.
SIR TOBY BELCH Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for
more money.
SIR ANDREW If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
SIR TOBY BELCH Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i'
the end, call me cut.
SIR ANDREW If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
SIR TOBY BELCH Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late
to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.


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Full Text Act II, Scene 5 Olivia's garden.
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Act I, Scene 2 The sea-coast. Act III, Scene 2 Olivia's house.
Act I, Scene 3 Olivia's house. Act III, Scene 3 A street.
Act I, Scene 4 Duke Orsino's palace. Act III, Scene 4 Olivia's garden
Act I, Scene 5 Olivia's house. Act IV, Scene 1 Before Olivia's house.
Act II, Scene 1 The sea-coast. Act IV, Scene 2 Olivia's house.
Act II, Scene 2 A street. Act IV, Scene 3 Olivia's garden.
Act II, Scene 3 Olivia's house. Act V, Scene 1  Before Olivia's house.
Act II, Scene 4 Duke Orsino's palace.


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