Twelfth Night: Or What You Will Page #3

to him, he is gagged.

Oh, you are sick of

self-love, Malvolio,

and taste with a

distempered appetite.

there is no slander in an allowed fool,

though he do nothing but rail...

nor no railing in a known discreet man,

though he do nothing but reprove.

Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman

much desires to speak with you.

- From the Count Orsino, is it?

- I know not, madam.

- Who of my people hold him in delay?

- Sir Toby.

- he speaks nothing but madman.

- Go you, Malvolio.

if it be a suit from the count, I am sick,

or not at home what you will, to dismiss it.

Now you see, sir,

how your fooling grows old...

... and people dislike it.

Thou hast spoke for us, madonna,

as if thy eldest son should be a fool

whose skull Jove cram with brains! for, here he comes,

one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater.

By mine honour, half drunk.

What is he at the gate, cousin?

A gentleman.

What gentleman?

-Tis a gentleman...

a plague o' these pickle-herring!

- How now, sot!

- Good Sir Tobias!...!

Cousin, cousin, how have you come

so early by this lethargy?

Lechery! I defy lechery.

- There's one at the gate.

- Ay, marry, what is he?

Let him be the devil,

an he will, I care not

Give me faith, say I.

Well, it's all one.

- What's a drunken man like?

- Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man...

one draught above heat makes him a fool

the second mads him

and a third drowns him.

Go thou and seek the crowner,

he's drowned...

Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with you.

I told him you were sick I told him you were asleep

- Tell him he shall not speak with me.

- Has been told so

and he says, he'll stand at your door like a

sheriff's post, but he'll speak with you.

- What kind o' man is he?

- Why, of mankind.

- What manner of man?

- Of very ill manner he'll speak with you, will you or no.

- Of what personage and years is he?

- Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy

one would think his mother's milk

were scarce out of him.

Let him approach:

call in my gentlewoman.

Gentlewoman...

my lady calls.

We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.

Give me my veil.

Well... The honourable lady of the house...

... which is she?

Speak to me I shall answer for her.

Your will?

Most radiant, exquisite and unmatched beauty,...

pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, for I never saw her.

I would be loath to cast away my speech. I have taken great pains to learn it.

Whence came you, sir?

that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me

modest assurance if you be the lady of the house,

- Are you a comedian?

- No, my profound heart!

- Are you the lady of the house?

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