Уильям Шекспир
Twelfth Night; or, What You Will
ACT THE FOURTH
SCENE 1
A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter Olivia and Maria.
Oli. I have sent after him: – He says, he'll come.
How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?
I speak too loud. —
Where is Malvolio?
Mar. He's coming, madam;
But in strange manner. He is sure possessed.
Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
Mar. No, madam,
He does nothing but smile: your ladyship
Were best have guard about you, if he come;
For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.
Oli. Go call him hither.
[Exit Maria.
I'm as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be. —
Enter Malvolio, in yellow Stockings, cross-garter'd, and Maria.
How now, Malvolio?
Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho.
[Smiles fantastically.
Oli. Smilest thou?
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering: But what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: Please one, and please all.
Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee?
Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. – It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand.
Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Mal. To bed! – Ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come to thee.
Oli. Heaven comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?
Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales answer daws.
Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
Mal. Be not afraid of greatness: – 'Twas well writ.
Oli. What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great, —
Oli. Ha?
Mal. Some achieve greatness, —
Oli. What say'st thou?
Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them.
Oli. Heaven restore thee!
Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; —
Oli. Thy yellow stockings?
Mal And wished to see thee cross-garter'd.
Oli. Cross-garter'd?
Mal. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; —
Oli. Am I made?
Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.
Oli. Why, this is very Midsummer madness.
Enter Fabian.
Fab. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.
Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. – Call my uncle Toby.
[Exit Fabian.
Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
[Exeunt Olivia and Maria.
Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir Toby to look to me? She sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. I have limed her. – And, when she went away now, Let this fellow be looked to: – Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together. – Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
Sir To. [Without] Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
Enter Fabian, Sir Toby, and Maria.
Fab. Here he is, here he is: – How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man?
Mal. Go off, I discard you; let me enjoy my private; go off.
Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you? – Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
Mal. Ah, ha! does she so?
Sir To. Go to, go to; we must deal gently with him. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Mal. Do you know what you say?
Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray, heaven, he be not bewitch'd.
Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.
Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him.
Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.
Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how dost thou, chuck?
Mal. Sir?
Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. – What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: Hang him, foul collier!
Mar. Get him to say his prayers, Sir Toby.
Mal. My prayers, minx?
Mar. No, I warrant you, he'll not hear of godliness.
Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter. Begone. Ha! ha! ha!
[Exit Malvolio.
Omnes. Ha! ha! ha!
Sir To. Is't possible?
Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air, and taint.
Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.
Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and bound. – Follow him, and let him not from thy sight.
[Exit Maria.
But see, but see.
Fab. More matter for a May morning.
Enter Sir Andrew, with a Letter.
Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Fab. Is't so saucy?
Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read.
Sir To. Give me. – [Reads.] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.
Fab. Good and valiant.
Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.
Fab. A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
Sir To. Thou comest to the Lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.
Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less.
Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me, —
Fab. Good.
Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.
Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: Good.
Sir To. Fare thee well; and heaven have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, Andrew Aguecheek. – If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.
Fab. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.
Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the garden, like a bum-bailiff; so soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou draw'st, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him. Away.
Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing.
[Exit Sir Andrew.
Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will aptly receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.
Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them way, till he take leave, and presently after him.
Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.
[Exeunt Sir Toby and Fabian.
Enter Viola and Olivia.
Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid mine honour too unchary out:
There's something in me, that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.
Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion bears,
Go on my master's griefs.
Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:
And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny;
That honour, saved, may upon asking give?
Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my master.
Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
Vio. I will acquit you.
Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee well!
[Exit Olivia.
Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir To. Gentleman, heaven save thee.
Vio. And you, sir.
Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.
Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.
Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.
Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he?
Sir To. He is knight, dubb'd with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet consideration: but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give 't or take 't.
Vio. I will return, and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter.
Sir To. Back you shall not, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on; or strip your sword stark naked, (for meddle you must, that's certain,) or forswear to wear iron about you.
Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is; it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
[Exit Sir Toby.
Vio. 'Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.
Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can.
Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II
Olivia's Garden.
Enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew, in a great fright.
Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; —
Sir And. Oh!
Sir To. I have not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, – rapier, scabbard, and all, – and he gives me the stuck-in, —
Sir And. Oh!
Sir To. With such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable: they say, he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Sir And. Plague on't, I'll not meddle with him.
Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damn'd ere I had challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.
Sir To. I'll make the motion: Stand here, make a good show on't. – [Aside.] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
Enter Fabian and Viola.
I have his horse [To Fabian.] to take up the quarrel; I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.
Fab. [To Sir Toby.] He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, as if a bear were at his heels.
Sir To. [To Viola.] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you.
Vio. [Draws her Sword.] Pray heaven defend me! – [Aside.] A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
Fab. [To Viola.] Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to 't.
Sir And. [Draws.] Pray heaven, he keep his oath!
Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
[They fight.– Sir Toby and Fabian urge on Sir Andrew and Viola.
Enter Antonio, who runs between Sir Andrew and Viola.
Ant. Put up your sword; – If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
Sir To. You, sir? Why, what are you?
Ant. [Draws.] One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. [Draws.] Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[Sir Toby and Antonio fight.]
[Sir Andrew hides himself behind the Trees. – Viola retires a little.]
Fab. [Parts them.] O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
Sir To. [To Antonio.] I'll be with you anon. [Antonio shows great alarm– Sir Toby sheathes his sword.] – Sir knight, – Sir Andrew, —
Sir And. Here I am.
Sir To. What, man! – Come on. [Brings Sir Andrew forward.]
Vio. [Advances.] 'Pray, sir, [To Sir Andrew.] put up your sword, if you please.
Sir And. Marry, will I, sir; – and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear you easily, and reins well.
Enter two Officers of Justice.
1 Off. This is the man; do thy office.
2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit
Of Duke Orsino.
Ant. You do mistake me, sir.
1 Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well. —
Take him away; he knows, I know him well.
Ant. I must obey. – This comes with seeking you;
But there's no remedy.
Now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed;
But be of comfort.
1 Off. Come, sir, away.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.
Vio. What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something: my having is not much;
I'll make division of my present with you;
Hold, there is half my coffer.
Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery;
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.
Vio. I know of none;
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature.
Ant. O heavens themselves!
1 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here,
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
But, O, how vile an idol proves this god! —
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. —
In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
[Exeunt Antonio and Officers.
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian.
[They retire together.
Vio. He named Sebastian; I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,
In favour was my brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament;
For him I imitate: O, if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
[Exit Viola.
[They advance.]
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.
Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly; – but never draw thy sword.
Sir And. An I do not! —
[Exeunt.
