Twelfth Night: Act II, Scene v
Twelfth Night. Act 2, Scene 5. Malvolio
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MALVOLIO
20 ‘Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told
21 me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come
22 thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one
23 of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more
24 exalted respect than any one else that follows her.
25 What should I think on’t?
SIR TOBY BELCH
26 Here’s an overweening rogue!
FABIAN
27 O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
28 of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!
SIR ANDREW
29 ‘Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
SIR TOBY BELCH
30 Peace, I say.
MALVOLIO
31 To be Count Malvolio!
SIR TOBY BELCH
32 Ah, rogue!
SIR ANDREW
33 Pistol him, pistol him.
SIR TOBY BELCH
34 Peace, peace!
MALVOLIO
35 There is example for’t; the lady of the Strachy
36 married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
SIR ANDREW
37 Fie on him, Jezebel!
FABIAN
38 O, peace! now he’s deeply in: look how
39 imagination blows him.
MALVOLIO
40 Having been three months married to her, sitting in
41 my state,–
SIR TOBY BELCH
42 O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
MALVOLIO
43 Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet
44 gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left
45 Olivia sleeping,–
SIR TOBY BELCH
46 Fire and brimstone!
FABIAN
47 O, peace, peace!
MALVOLIO
48 And then to have the humour of state; and after a
49 demure travel of regard, telling them I know my
50 place as I would they should do theirs, to for my
51 kinsman Toby,–
SIR TOBY BELCH
52 Bolts and shackles!
FABIAN
53 O peace, peace, peace! now, now.
MALVOLIO
54 Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make
55 out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind
56 up watch, or play with my–some rich jewel. Toby
57 approaches; courtesies there to me,–
SIR TOBY BELCH
58 Shall this fellow live?
FABIAN
59 Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.
MALVOLIO
60 I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar
61 smile with an austere regard of control,–
SIR TOBY BELCH
62 And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the lips then?
MALVOLIO
63 Saying, ‘Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on
64 your niece give me this prerogative of speech,’–
SIR TOBY BELCH
65 What, what?
MALVOLIO
66 ‘You must amend your drunkenness.’
SIR TOBY BELCH
67 Out, scab!
FABIAN
68 Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
MALVOLIO
69 ‘Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with
70 a foolish knight,’–
SIR ANDREW
71 That’s me, I warrant you.
MALVOLIO
72 ‘One Sir Andrew,’–