Twelfth Night: Or What You Will (Folger Shakespeare Library)

by William Shakespeare

Alas, that they are so,

Come away, come away, death, 58 And in sad cypress let me be laid. 59 <Fly> away, <fly> away, breath, 60 I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 61 My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 62 O, prepare it!

Music. The Song. < FOOL > Come away, come away, death, 58 And in sad cypress let me be laid. 59 < Fly > away, < fly > away, breath, 60 I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 61 My shroud of white, stuck all with yew , 62 O, prepare it! 63 My part of death, no one so true 64 Did share it. 65 Not a flower, not a flower sweet 66 On my black coffin let there be strown ; 67 Not a friend, not a friend greet 68 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. 69 A thousand thousand sighs to save, 70 Lay me, O, where 71 Sad true lover never find my grave, 72 To weep there. 73

There is no woman’s sides 103 Can bide the beating of so strong a passion 104 As love doth give my heart; no woman’s heart

Too well what love women to men may owe. 116 In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

VIOLA Too well what love women to men may owe. 116 In faith , they are as true of heart as we. 117 My father had a daughter loved a man 118 As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, 119 I should your Lordship. 120

My father had a daughter loved a man 118 As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, 119 I should your Lordship.

A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 122 But let concealment, like a worm i’ th’ bud, 123 Feed on her damask cheek.

She sat like Patience on a monument, 126 Smiling at grief.

We men may say more, swear more, but indeed 128 Our shows are more than will; for still we prove 129 Much in our vows but little in our love.

VIOLA A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 122 But let concealment, like a worm i’ th’ bud , 123 Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, 124 And with a green and yellow melancholy 125 She sat like Patience on a monument, 126 Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? 127 We men may say more, swear more, but indeed 128 Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove 129 Much in our vows but little in our love. 130

M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.

be not afraid of greatness. 148 Some are <born> great, some <achieve> greatness, and 149 some have greatness thrust upon ’

A sentence is 11 but a chev’ril glove to a good wit. How quickly the 12 wrong side may be turned outward!

They that dally nicely with 14 words may quickly make them wanton.

indeed, words are very rascals since bonds dis- 21 graced them. 22 VIOLA Thy reason, man? 23 FOOL Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words, 24 and words are grown so false I am loath to prove 25 reason with them.

FOOL Why, sir, her name’s a word, and to dally with 19 that word might make my sister wanton. But, 20 indeed, words are very rascals since bonds dis-21 graced them. 22 VIOLA Thy reason, man? 23 FOOL Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words, 24 and words are grown so false I am loath to prove 25 reason with them. 26

I am indeed not her Fool but 37 her corrupter of words.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the 40 sun; it shines everywhere.

This fellow is wise enough to play the Fool, 61 And to do that well craves a kind of wit. 62 He must observe their mood on whom he jests, 63 The quality of persons, and the time, 64 And, like the haggard, check at every feather 65 That comes before his eye. This is a practice 66 As full of labor as a wise man’s art: 67 For folly that he wisely shows is fit; 68 But <wise men,> folly-fall’n, quite taint their wit.

VIOLA This fellow is wise enough to play the Fool, 61 And to do that well craves a kind of wit. 62 He must observe their mood on whom he jests, 63 The quality of persons, and the time, 64 And, like the haggard , check at every feather 65 That comes before his eye. This is a practice 66 As full of labor as a wise man’s art : 67 For folly that he wisely shows is fit ; 68 But < wise men, > folly-fall’n, quite taint their wit . 69 Enter Sir Toby and Andrew. [Act 3 Scene 1]

And he is yours, and his must needs be yours. 103 Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.

I had rather hear you to solicit that 112 Than music from the spheres.

OLIVIA O, by your leave, I pray you. 109 I bade you never speak again of him. 110 But would you undertake another suit, 111 I had rather hear you to solicit that 112 Than music from the spheres . 113 [Act 3 Scene 1]

I pity you.

OLIVIA . . . Have you not set mine honor at the stake, 123 And baited it with all th’ unmuzzled thoughts 124 That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your 125 receiving 126 Enough is shown. A cypress , not a bosom, 127 Hides my heart. So, let me hear you speak. 128 VIOLA I pity you. 129 OLIVIA That’s a degree to love. 130 VIOLA No, not a grize , for ’tis a vulgar proof 131 That very oft we pity enemies. 132 [Act 3 Scene 1]

OLIVIA Stay. I prithee, tell me what thou think’st of me. 145 VIOLA That you do think you are not what you are. 146 OLIVIA If I think so, I think the same of you. 147 VIOLA Then think you right. I am not what I am. 148 OLIVIA I would you were as I would have you be. 149 VIOLA Would it be better, madam, than I am? 150 I wish it might, for now I am your fool. 151

OLIVIA Stay. I prithee, tell me what thou think’st of me. 145 VIOLA That you do think you are not what you are. 146 OLIVIA If I think so, I think the same of you. 147 VIOLA Then think you right . I am not what I am. 148 OLIVIA I would you were as I would have you be. 149 VIOLA Would it be better, madam, than I am? 150 I wish it might, for now I am your fool. 151 [Act 3 Scene 1]

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

OLIVIA . . . But rather reason thus with reason fetter : 163 Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. 164 [Act 3 Scene 1]

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, 165 I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, 166 And that no woman has, nor never none 167 Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.

VIOLA By innocence I swear, and by my youth, 165 I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, 166 And that no woman has, nor never none 167 Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. 168 [Act 3 Scene 1]

there is no 68 Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly 69 can ever believe such impossible passages of gross- 70 ness.

Enter Maria. TOBY Look where the youngest wren of mine comes. 65 MARIA If you desire the spleen , and will laugh your-66 selves into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is 67 turned heathen, a very renegado ; for there is no 68 Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly 69 can ever believe such impossible passages of gross-70 ness. He’s in yellow stockings. 71 TOBY And cross-gartered? 72 [Act 3 Scene 2]

For youth is bought more oft than begged or 3 borrowed.

“Be not afraid of greatness.

“Some are born great—”

MALVOLIO “Some are born great—” 45 OLIVIA Ha? 46 MALVOLIO “Some achieve greatness—” 47 OLIVIA What sayst thou? 48 MALVOLIO “And some have greatness thrust upon 49 them.” 50 OLIVIA Heaven restore thee! 51

“Remember who commended thy yellow 52 stockings—”

MALVOLIO “Remember who commended thy yellow 52 stockings—” 53 OLIVIA Thy yellow stockings? 54 MALVOLIO “And wished to see thee cross-gartered.” 55 OLIVIA Cross-gartered?

Why, this is very midsummer madness!

Fare thee well. 225 A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

In nature there’s no blemish but the mind; 386 None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Nothing 8 that is so is so.

What relish is in this? How runs the stream? 63 Or I am mad, or else this is a dream. 64 Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; 65 If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

SEBASTIAN , < aside > What relish is in this? How runs the stream? 63 Or I am mad, or else this is a dream. 64 Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ; 65 If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! 66

I say there is no darkness 44 but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than 45 the Egyptians in their fog.

FOOL Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? 91 MALVOLIO Fool, there was never man so notoriously 92 abused. I am as well in my wits, Fool, as thou art. 93 FOOL But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be 94 no better in your wits than a Fool. 95

FOOL Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits ? 91 MALVOLIO Fool, there was never man so notoriously 92 abused. I am as well in my wits, Fool, as thou art. 93 FOOL But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be 94 no better in your wits than a Fool. 95

Good Fool, help me to some light and some 111 paper. I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any 112 man in Illyria.

MALVOLIO Good Fool, help me to some light and some 111 paper. I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any 112 man in Illyria. 113

This is the air; that is the glorious sun. 1 This pearl she gave me, I do feel ’t and see ’t. 2 And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,

Scene 3 Enter Sebastian. < SEBASTIAN > This is the air; that is the glorious sun. 1 This pearl she gave me, I do feel ’t and see ’t. 2 And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus, 3 Yet ’tis not madness. Where’s Antonio, then? 4 I could not find him at the Elephant. 5 . . .

For though my soul disputes well with my sense 9 That this may be some error, but no madness, 10 Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune 11 So far exceed all instance, all discourse, 12 That I am ready to distrust mine eyes 13 And wrangle with my reason that persuades me 14 To any other trust but that I am mad— 15 Or else the lady’s mad. Yet if ’twere so, 16 She could not sway her house, command her 17 followers, 18 Take and give back affairs and their dispatch 19 With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing 20 As I perceive she does.

< SEBASTIAN > . . . For though my soul disputes well with my sense 9 That this may be some error, but no madness, 10 Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune 11 So far exceed all instance , all discourse , 12 That I am ready to distrust mine eyes 13 And wrangle with my reason that persuades me 14 To any other trust but that I am mad—15 Or else the lady’s mad. Yet if ’twere so, 16 She could not sway her house, command her 17 followers, 18 Take and give back affairs and their dispatch 19 With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing 20 As I perceive she does. There’s something in ’t 21 That is deceivable . But here the lady comes. 22 Enter Olivia and < a > Priest.

Now go with me and with this holy man 24 Into the chantry by. There, before him 25 And underneath that consecrated roof, 26 Plight me the full assurance of your faith,

Enter Olivia and < a > Priest. OLIVIA , < to Sebastian > Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well, 23 Now go with me and with this holy man 24 Into the chantry by . There, before him 25 And underneath that consecrated roof, 26 Plight me the full assurance of your faith , 27 That my most jealous and too doubtful soul 28 May live at peace. He shall conceal it 29 Whiles you are willing it shall come to note , 30 What time we will our celebration keep 31 According to my birth . What do you say? 32 [Act 4 Scene 3]

I’ll follow this good man and go with you 33 And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. 15 Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by 16 my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and 17 by my friends I am abused.

FOOL Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. 15 Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by 16 my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and 17 by my friends I am abused . So that, conclusions to 18 be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two 19 affirmatives , why then the worse for my friends and 20 the better for my foes. 21

As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.

Notable pirate, thou saltwater thief,

ORSINO Still so cruel? 112 OLIVIA Still so constant, lord. 113

ORSINO Still so cruel? 112 OLIVIA Still so constant , lord. 113

I’ll sacrifice the lamb that I do love 133 To spite a raven’s heart within a dove.

Fear not, Cesario. Take thy fortunes up. 155 Be that thou know’st thou art, and then thou art 156 As great as that thou fear’st.

A contract of eternal bond of love, 164 Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands, 165 Attested by the holy close of lips, 166 Strengthened by interchangement of your rings, 167 And all the ceremony of this compact 168 Sealed in my function, by my testimony;

PRIEST A contract of eternal bond of love, 164 Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands, 165 Attested by the holy close of lips, 166 Strengthened by interchangement of your rings, 167 And all the ceremony of this compact 168 Sealed in my function , by my testimony; 169 Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my 170 grave 171 I have traveled but two hours. 172

O thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou be 173 When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case?

A spirit I am indeed, 248 But am in that dimension grossly clad 249 Which from the womb I did participate. 250 Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, 251 I should my tears let fall upon your cheek 252 And say “Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.

SEBASTIAN A spirit I am indeed, 248 But am in that dimension grossly clad 249 Which from the womb I did participate . 250 Were you a woman, as the rest goes even , 251 I should my tears let fall upon your cheek 252 And say “Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.” 253

Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times 279 Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. 280 VIOLA And all those sayings will I overswear, 281 And all those swearings keep as true in soul 282 As doth that orbèd continent the fire 283 That severs day from night.

ORSINO , < to Olivia > Be not amazed; right noble is his blood. 276 If this be so, as yet the glass seems true , 277 I shall have share in this most happy wrack .—278 Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times 279 Thou never shouldst love woman like to me . 280 VIOLA And all those sayings will I overswear , 281 And all those swearings keep as true in soul 282 As doth that orbèd continent the fire 283 That severs day from night. 284

Why, “some are born great, some achieve great- 393 ness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.

FOOL Why, “some are born great, some achieve great-393 ness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.” 394 I was one, sir, in this interlude , one Sir Topas, sir, 395 but that’s all one. “By the Lord, Fool, I am not 396 mad”—but, do you remember “Madam, why laugh 397 you at such a barren rascal; an you smile not, he’s 398 gagged”? And thus the whirligig of time brings in 399 his revenges. 400