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Enter VIOLA and MALVOLIO at several doors
| several separate (In modern productions Malvolio |
| | | usually overtakes Cesario/Viola as he/she strolls along.) |
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MALVOLIO
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Were not you even now with the Countess
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Olivia?
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VIOLA
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Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have
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since arrived but hither.
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MALVOLIO
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She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have
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saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself.
| to have taken it away by taking it with you |
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She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord
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into a desperate assurance she will none of him:
| desperate without hope |
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and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to
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come again in his affairs, unless it be to report
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your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.
| taking of this reaction to the news that Olivia will |
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VIOLA
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She took the ring of me, I'll none of it.
| She took the ring of me (Viola lies to prevent Malvolio |
| | | from knowing that Olvia lied.) |
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MALVOLIO
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Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
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will is, it should be so returned. If it be worth
| so i.e., by being thrown (Malvolio throws the ring to |
| 2.2.15 |
stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be
| the ground.) | in your eye where you can easily see it |
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it his that finds it.
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Exit MALVOLIO
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VIOLA
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I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
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Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
| forbid . . . not (The double negative is emphatic.) |
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She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
| made good view of me thoroughly looked me over |
| 2.2.20 |
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
| lost made her lose |
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For she did speak in starts distractedly.
| in starts haltingly, in fits and starts |
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She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
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Invites me in this churlish messenger.
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None of my lord's ring! Why, he sent her none.
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I am the man! If it be so, as 'tis,
| as 'tis as it is, under the circumstance (that I am really |
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Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
| a woman) |
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Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
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Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
| Wherein By which | pregnant enemy Satan, full of |
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How easy is it for the proper-false
| wickedness | proper-false handsome deceivers |
| 2.2.30 |
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
| waxen impressionable | set their forms make a strong |
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Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
| impression | our frailty women's frailty |
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For such as we are made of, such we be.
| such as we are made of i.e., frail flesh |
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How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
| fadge turn out, sort itself out, fit together |
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And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
| monster (Because she is both a man and a woman.) |
| 2.2.35 |
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
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What will become of this? As I am man,
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My state is desperate for my master's love;
| My state is desperate for my master's love i.e., Because |
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As I am woman—now alas the day!—
| I am Orsino's friend and follower I desperately want |
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What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
| Orsino to have Olivia. | thriftless unprofitable, hopeless |
| 2.2.40 |
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
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| 2.2.41 |
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
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Exit
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