Comparison of William Shakespeare Twelfth Night 4.1 to William Shakespeare

To your proceedings, yet believe me, Prince,

I am not glad that such a sore of time

Hear me, Smart; thou art a foolish fellow: [continues next]

Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee.

It would be every man’s thought, and thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man thinks. Never a man’s thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine: every man would think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most worshipful thought to think so?

[continues previous] Hear me, Smart; thou art a foolish fellow:

Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.

Your death has eyes in’ s head then; I have not seen him so pictur’d. You must either be directed by some that take upon them to know, or to take upon yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or jump the after-inquiry on your own peril; and how you shall speed in your journey’s end, I think you’ll never return to tell one.

And they have conspir’d together. I will not say you shall see a masque, but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a-bleeding on

Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you?

What is your name?

Cesario is your servant’s name, fair princess.

I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.

O, let me kiss that hand! [continues next]

Well; I shall see her today. Hold, there’s money for thee. Let me have thy voice in my behalf. If thou seest her before me, commend me.

Launce, away, away! Aboard! Thy master is shipp’d, and thou art to post after with oars. What’s the matter? Why weep’st thou, man? Away, ass, you’ll lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.

It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied.

[continues previous] Sweeten my imagination. There’s money for thee.

Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater, but I do not love swaggering, by my troth. I am the worse when one says swagger. Feel, masters, how I shake, look you, I warrant you. [continues next]

By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little wit that fools have was silenc’d, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.

... delight in such a barren rascal. I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool that has no more brain than a stone. Look you now, he’s out of his guard already. Unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagg’d. I protest I take these wise men that crow so at these set kind of fools no better than the fools’ zanies.

[continues previous] Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater, but I do not love swaggering, by my troth. I am the worse when one says swagger. Feel, masters, how I shake, look you, I warrant you.

Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

Nay, good lieutenant; I pray you, sir, hold your hand.

Let me go, sir, or I’ll knock you o’er the mazzard.

What mean you, sir? For God sake hold your hands! [continues next]

This will I tell my master.

[continues previous] What mean you, sir? For God sake hold your hands! [continues next]

[continues previous] Nay, and you will not, sir, I’ll take my heels.

That ever kept with men. Let him alone,

I’ll follow him no more with bootless prayers.

It’s no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.

Nay, it’s no matter for that.

... another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillities, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? Why does he suffer this mad knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in ’s time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers ...

Look’st thou pale, France? Do not let go thy hand.

Come, sir, I pray you go.

Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here

So long attended thee. If thou wert honorable, [continues next]

[continues previous] So long attended thee. If thou wert honorable, [continues next]

[continues previous] Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not [continues next]

Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try whose right, [continues next]

Here he comes himself; tell him so, if thou dar’st.

Follow me no further; I say thou shalt not have them.

[continues previous] So long attended thee. If thou wert honorable,

[continues previous] Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not

[continues previous] Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try whose right,

Abide me, if thou dar’st; for well I wot

Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me

You hear, Count Claudio, I can be secret as a dumb man; I would have you think so; but on my allegiance, mark you this, on my allegiance, he is in love. With who? Now that is your Grace’s part. Mark how short his answer is: with Hero, Leonato’s short daughter. [continues next]

[continues previous] I charge thee on thy allegiance.

Enough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace. [continues next]

Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh [continues next]

Give me the light. Upon thy life I charge thee,

[continues previous] Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh

Fool, I’ll requite it in the highest degree. I prithee be gone.

I am gone, sir,

Here, sir, but trouble him not — his wits are gone.

Good friend, I prithee take him in thy arms;

Beseech you first, go with me to my house,

This morning to them. Ay, but thou shalt not go.

That they have murd’red this poor heart of mine,

Or else the lady’s mad; yet if ’twere so, [continues next]

I am either maid, or else this old man’s wife.

’Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen [continues next]

Even as a flatt’ring dream or worthless fancy. [continues next]

[continues previous] To any other trust but that I am mad,

[continues previous] Or else the lady’s mad; yet if ’twere so,

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

[continues previous] ’Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen

[continues previous] Even as a flatt’ring dream or worthless fancy.

Will you be rul’d by me? Yes. Kill yourself.

Be rul’d by me, depart in patience,

Either be rul’d by me, or I’ll make you —

Your royal presences be rul’d by me:

Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul’d by me,

But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul’d by me,

Will you be rul’d by me? Ay, my lord,

Be rul’d by me, forget to think of her.

My lord, be rul’d by me, be won at last,