To be Count Malvolio;– | Ah, rogue! |
–to ask for my kinsman Toby. | O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now. |
Out, scab! | Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. |
I will smile; I will do everything that thou wilt have me. | I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands. |
As plain as I see you now. | This was a great of love in her towards you. |
‘Slight! Will you make an ass o’me? | She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valor, You are now sailed into the north of my lady’s opinion; unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt at valor or volicy. |
We’ll call the at the cubicolo. Go. | This is a dear manakin to you, sir toby. |
In the name of sanctity, if all the devils of possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him. | How is’t with your sir? |
Is’t possible? | If this where played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. |
But see, but see. | More matter for a may morning |
Here’s the challenge, read it; I warrant there’s vinegar and pepper in’t. | Is’t so saucy? |
Give me. ‘Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scury fellow.’ | Good and valiant. |
:but thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.’ | Very brief, yet exceeding good sense. |
;where if it be thy chance to kill me,’– | Good. |
‘Thou kill’st me like a rogue and.d a villain.’ | Still you keep o’ the windy side of the law. Good. |
Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? | I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more. |
I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil. | He is as horribly conceited of him. |
A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. | TwelfthGive ground if you see him furious. |
(Enter officers) | Hold; here come the officers. |
A very dishonest paltry not, and more a coward than a hare: leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him. | A coward,a most devout coats, religious in it. |
(Start of act) | Now, as thou lovest me, let me see Malvolio’s letter. |
How does Malvolio, sirrah? | Truly, madam, as a man in his case may do. He’s here writ a letter to you. |
But out of question, ‘Tis Maria’s hand. | Good madam, hear me speak. I must freely confess myself and Toby set this device against Malvolio here. In a most stubborn and uncourteous parts, we had conviev’d against him. Maria writ the letter, at Toby’s great importance; in recompense he hath married her. |
Twelfth Night; Fabian
July 4, 2019