Comparison of William Shakespeare Twelfth Night 2.5 to William Shakespeare

I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.

Here comes little Robin.

How now, my eyas-musket, what news with you?

Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit?

H’as took his horse, but left his leave untaken. What should I think on’t, sir? Did ever lord Depart so rudely from his lady’s presence?

Of merchant-marring rocks? Not one, my lord.

Besides, it should appear, that if he had

I do not like their coming. Now I think on’t,

They should be good men, their affairs as righteous.

And then to have the humor of state; and after a demure travel of regard — telling them I know my place as I would they should do theirs — to ask for my kinsman Toby — [continues next]

[continues previous] Bolts and shackles! [continues next]

[continues previous] O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.

Calling my officers about me, in my branch’d velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping — [continues next]

[continues previous] Fire and brimstone! [continues next]

Which shackles accidents and bolts up change,

Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,

[continues previous] O, peace, peace!

Good Maria, let this fellow be look’d to. Where’s my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him. I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.

Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.

So doth the cony struggle in the net.

Her c’s, her u’s, and her t’s: why that? [continues next]

There is no primer baseness. By my life,

This is against our pleasure. And for me,

[continues previous] By my life, this is my lady’s hand. These be her very c’s, her u’s, and her t’s, and thus makes she her great P’s. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

“No man must know.” What follows? The numbers alter’d! “No man must know.” If this should be thee, Malvolio? [continues next]

[continues previous] No man must know.”

“I may command where I adore.” Why, she may command me: I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity, there is no obstruction in this. And the end — what should that alphabetical position portend? If I could make that resemble something in me! Softly! M.O.A.I. —

Thy huntress’ name that my full life doth sway. [continues next]

“M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.” Nay, but first let me see, let me see, let me see. [continues next]

[continues previous] Thy huntress’ name that my full life doth sway.

[continues previous] “M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.” Nay, but first let me see, let me see, let me see.

Nay, hear me, wife; first let me tell ye how:

Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come. [continues next]

Thy huntress’ name that my full life doth sway.

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;

Where’s the roll? Where’s the roll? Where’s the roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so, so, so, so; yea, marry, sir. Rafe Mouldy! Let them appear as I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me see, where is Mouldy?

Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy, let me see, Davy, let me see. Yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not be excus’d.

... call’d it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in’t I chiefly lov’d, ’twas Aeneas’ tale to Dido, and thereabout of it especially when he speaks of Priam’s slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line — let me see, let me see:

Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn’d down

[continues previous] Why, he will look upon his boot and sing, mend the ruff and sing, ask questions and sing, pick his teeth and sing. I know a man that had this trick of melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.

[continues previous] Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.

And write to her a love-line. What her is this?

Why, Doctor She! My lord, there’s one arriv’d,

For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee, but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis’d, and love my cousin.

For she had a tongue with a tang,

... proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-garter’d, and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-garter’d, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be prais’d! Here is yet a postscript.

If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady. He will come to her in yellow stockings, and ’tis a color she abhors, and cross-garter’d, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow ...

If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turn’d heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian that means to be sav’d by believing rightly can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He’s in yellow stockings.

And cross-garter’d?

“Be not afraid of greatness”: ’twas well writ.

“Some are born great” —

“Some achieve greatness” —

“And some have greatness thrust upon them.”

Heaven restore thee!

“Remember who commended thy yellow stockings” —

“And wish’d to see thee cross-garter’d.”

“Go to, thou art made, if thou desir’st to be so” —

“If not, let me see thee a servant still.”

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 lim’d her, but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away now, “Let this fellow be look’d to”; “fellow”! ...

Bade me come smiling and cross-garter’d to you,

To put on yellow stockings, and to frown

Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people;

Why, “some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.” I was one, sir, in this enterlude — one Sir Topas, sir, but that’s all one. “By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.” But do you remember? “Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? And you smile not, he’s gagg’d.” And thus the whirligig of time ...

What? Art thou like the adder waxen deaf?

“If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em. Thy Fates open their hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them, and to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity. She thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wish’d to see thee ever cross-garter’d: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made if thou desir’st to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune’s fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,

If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady. He will come to her in yellow stockings, and ’tis a color she abhors, and cross-garter’d, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow ...

If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turn’d heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian that means to be sav’d by believing rightly can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He’s in yellow stockings.

“Remember who commended thy yellow stockings” —

Thy yellow stockings?

“And wish’d to see thee cross-garter’d.”

Bade me come smiling and cross-garter’d to you,

To put on yellow stockings, and to frown

No, faith, lords and great men will not let me; if I had a monopoly out, they would have part an’t. And ladies too, they will not let me have all the fool to myself, they’ll be snatching. Nuncle, give me an egg, and I’ll give thee two crowns.

If you will marry, make your loves to me,

My lady is bespoke. An enterlude!

... but I, nor none is like to have; and truly when he dies, thou shalt be his heir; for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee again in affection. By mine honor, I will, and when I break that oath, let me turn monster. Therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.

And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.

Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? [continues next]

My mistress is my mistress, this myself, [continues next]

[continues previous] Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?

... inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity. She thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wish’d to see thee ever cross-garter’d: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made if thou desir’st to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune’s fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,

... proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-garter’d, and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-garter’d, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be prais’d! Here is yet a postscript.

If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turn’d heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian that means to be sav’d by believing rightly can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He’s in yellow stockings.

And cross-garter’d?

“Remember who commended thy yellow stockings” —

Thy yellow stockings?

“And wish’d to see thee cross-garter’d.”

To put on yellow stockings, and to frown