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Enter OLIVIA and MARIA
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OLIVIA
[aside] | |
| 3.4.1 |
I have sent after him he says he'll come;
| him i.e., "Cesario" | he says he'll come i.e., if he |
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How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?
| says he'll come | bestow of give to |
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For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.
| youth is bought >>>
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I speak too loud.
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| | [To Maria] | |
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| 3.4.5 |
Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,
| sad and civil serious and decorous |
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And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
| suits well . . . my fortunes >>>
|
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Where is Malvolio?
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MARIA
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He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner.
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He is, sure, possessed, madam.
| possessed possessed by an evil spirit, crazy |
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OLIVIA
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| 3.4.10 |
Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
| rave talk nonsense (like a madman) |
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MARIA
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No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your
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ladyship were best to have some guard about you,
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if he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.
| tainted diseased | in's in his |
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OLIVIA
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Go call him hither.
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Exit MARIA
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I am as mad as he,
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| 3.4.15 |
If sad and merry madness equal be.
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Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO
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How now, Malvolio!
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MALVOLIO
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Sweet lady, ho, ho.
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OLIVIA
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Smilest thou?
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I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
| sad serious (But Malvolio takes "sad" to mean |
| | | "unhappy" or "painful.") |
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MALVOLIO
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| 3.4.20 |
Sad, lady! I could be sad. This does make some ob-
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struction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what
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of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as
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the very true sonnet is, "Please one, and please all."
| sonnet poem, song >>>
|
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OLIVIA
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Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with
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| 3.4.25 |
thee?
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MALVOLIO
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Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It
| black . . . yellow >>>
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did come to his hands, and commands shall be
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executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
| Roman hand Italian style of handwriting (It was |
| | | coming into style at that time.) |
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OLIVIA
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Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
| to bed (Olvia means that he should lie down and |
| | | rest to alleviate whatever strange afflication he has.) |
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MALVOLIO
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| 3.4.30 |
To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to
| To bed! (Malvolio thinks he's just gotten lucky.) |
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thee.
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OLIVIA
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God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss
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thy hand so oft?
| kiss thy hand (Malvolio is kissing his hand to |
| | | Olivia.) |
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MARIA
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How do you, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO
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| 3.4.35 |
At your request! Yes, nightingales answer
| At your request! i.e., Am I likely to answer your |
| |
daws.
| question?I think not. | daws crows, i.e., Maria, |
| | | and others like her. (He's being "surly with |
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MARIA
| servants," as the letter said he should.) |
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Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness
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before my lady?
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MALVOLIO
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"Be not afraid of greatness"; 'twas well writ.
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OLIVIA
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| 3.4.40 |
What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
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MALVOLIO
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"Some are born great"
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OLIVIA
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Ha?
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MALVOLIO
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"Some achieve greatness"
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OLIVIA
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What sayest thou?
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MALVOLIO
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| 3.4.45 |
"And some have greatness thrust upon them."
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OLIVIA
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Heaven restore thee!
| restore thee return you to sanity |
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MALVOLIO
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"Remember who commended thy yellow
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stockings"
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OLIVIA
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Thy yellow stockings!
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MALVOLIO
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| 3.4.50 |
"And wished to see thee cross-gartered."
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OLIVIA
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Cross-gartered!
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MALVOLIO
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"Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be
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so"
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OLIVIA
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Am I made?
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MALVOLIO
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| 3.4.55 |
"If not, let me see thee a servant still."
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OLIVIA
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Why, this is very midsummer madness.
| midsummer madness inexplicable madness (The |
| | | midsummer moon was thought to cause sudden |
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Enter Servant
| attacks of insanity.) |
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Servant
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Madam, the young gentleman of the Count
| young gentleman i.e., "Cesario" |
| |
Orsino's is returned. I could hardly entreat him
| I could hardly entreat him back I could hardly |
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back. He attends your ladyship's pleasure.
| persuade him to come back | attends awaits |
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OLIVIA
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| 3.4.60 |
I'll come to him.
[Exit Servant] Good Maria, let this | |
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fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let
| fellow i.e., Malvolio ("Fellow" is a nice word for a |
| |
some of my people have a special care of him. I would
| servant, but Malvolio later takes it to mean |
| |
not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
| "companion.") | miscarry come to harm |
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Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA
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MALVOLIO
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O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than
| do you come near me now? do you (Olivia) begin |
| 3.4.65 |
Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with the
| to understand me now? |
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letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear
| |
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stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter.
| stubborn rude |
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"Cast thy humble slough," says she; "be opposite with
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a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang
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| 3.4.70 |
with arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of
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singularity"; and consequently sets down the manner
| consequently after that | sets down writes out |
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how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow
| the manner how the way to do it | sad serious |
| |
tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth.
| reverend carriage dignified way of walking |
| |
I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove
| habit of some sir of note clothes of a distinguished |
| 3.4.75 |
make me thankful! And when she went away now,
| gentleman | limed caught (Birdlime, a sticky paste, |
| |
"Let this fellow be looked to"; "fellow"! not
| was used to catch birds.) |
| |
"Malvolio," nor after my degree, but "fellow." Why,
| after my degree according to my position (steward) |
| |
every thing adheres together, that no dram of a
| adheres together fits | dram one-eighth of a fluid |
| |
scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no
| ounce | scruple one-third of a dram, and doubt |
| 3.4.80 |
incredulous or unsafe circumstance What can be
| incredulous incredible | unsafe uncertain |
| |
said? Nothing that can be can come between me and
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the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is
| full prospect of my hopes everything that I have |
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the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
| looked forward to |
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Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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SIR TOBY BELCH
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Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all
| in the name of sanctity i.e., by all that's holy |
| 3.4.85 |
the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion
| drawn in little crammed into a small space, |
| |
himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
| i.e., Malvolio's heart | Legion >>>
|
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FABIAN
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Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir?
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How is't with you, man?
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MALVOLIO
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Go off; I discard you. Let me enjoy my private. Go
| discard you cast you off | private privacy |
| 3.4.90 |
off.
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MARIA
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Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did
| hollow resoundingly |
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not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to
| prays earnestly requests |
| |
have a care of him.
| have a care of take care of, keep safe |
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MALVOLIO
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Ah, ha! does she so?
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SIR TOBY BELCH
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| 3.4.95 |
Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently
| Go to i.e., let's get to work >>>
| peace quiet |
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with him. Let me alone. How do you, Malvolio?
| Let me alone leave him to me |
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How is't with you? What, man, defy the devil!
| defy renounce |
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Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
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MALVOLIO
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Do you know what you say?
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MARIA
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| 3.4.100 |
La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he
| La you i.e., Did you hear that! | an if |
| |
takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
| takes it at heart resents it (Maria's satirical point is |
| | | that Malvolio, possessed by the devil, doesn't like |
| |
FABIAN
| to hear ill spoken of his master.) |
| |
Carry his water to the wise woman.
| water urine | wise woman white witch (who can |
| | | make a diagnosis and provide a charm to cure |
| |
MARIA
| the patient) |
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Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning,
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if I live. My lady would not lose him for more
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| 3.4.105 |
than I'll say.
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MALVOLIO
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How now, mistress?
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MARIA
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O Lord!
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SIR TOBY BELCH
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Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do
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you not see you move him? Let me alone with him.
| move agitate |
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FABIAN
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| 3.4.110 |
No way but gentleness; gently, gently. The fiend is
| |
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rough, and will not be roughly used.
| rough violent | used treated |
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
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Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou,
| bawcock fine fellow (From the French beau coq, |
| |
chuck?
| literally, "handsome rooster.") | chuck i.e., chick |
| | | ("Chuck" is a term of affection, but of course Sir |
| |
MALVOLIO
| Toby is not really being affectionate.) |
| |
Sir!
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SIR TOBY BELCH
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| 3.4.115 |
Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for
| Biddy (A childish word for "chicken.") |
| |
gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang
| gravity i.e., a serious man | cherry-pit a child's |
| |
him, foul collier!
| game in which cherry-pits were thrown into a hole |
| | | foul collier filthy coal miner (Devils were pictured |
| |
MARIA
| as coal-black.) |
| |
Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him
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to pray.
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MALVOLIO
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| 3.4.120 |
My prayers, minx!
| minx shrew, mischievous woman |
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MARIA
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No, I warrant you, he will not hear of
| warrant you promise you, assure you |
| |
godliness.
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MALVOLIO
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Go, hang yourselves all! You are idle shallow
| idle foolish, worthless |
| |
things. I am not of your element. You shall know
| element kind (They live in a lower elementplace |
| 3.4.125 |
more hereafter.
| in the universethan he does.) |
| | | You shall know more hereafter i.e., You'll hear |
| |
Exit MALVOLIO
| from me later. (He's vowing revenge.) |
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SIR TOBY BELCH
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Is't possible?
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FABIAN
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If this were played upon a stage now, I could
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condemn it as an improbable fiction.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
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| |
His very genius hath taken the infection of the
| genius soul (Literally, guiding spirit.) |
| 3.4.130 |
device, man.
| device trick, plot |
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MARIA
| |
| |
Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air
| take air and taint (Literally, "be exposed to the air |
| |
and taint.
| and rot." Metaphorically, "become known and |
| | | be ruined.") |
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FABIAN
| |
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Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
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MARIA
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The house will be the quieter.
| quieter calmer (with Malvolio out of the house) |
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| 3.4.135 |
Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound.
| have him get him put into |
| |
My niece is already in the belief that he's mad. We
| a dark room and bound (Standard treatment for |
| |
may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance,
| the insane.) | carry it thus keep the plot going |
| |
till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt
| out of breath (Maybe from laughing so hard.) |
| |
us to have mercy on him; at which time we will
| |
| 3.4.140 |
bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a
| the bar i.e., the bar of judgment | thee i.e., Maria |
| |
finder of madmen. But see, but see.
| finder one who, like a judge, makes a finding |
| | | (Maria knows a madman when she sees one.) |
| |
Enter SIR ANDREW
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FABIAN
| |
| |
More matter for a May morning.
| More . . . morning i.e., Here's someone else we can |
| | | have a lot of fun with |
| |
SIR ANDREW
| |
| |
Here's the challenge, read it. I warrant there's
| warrant promise |
| |
vinegar and pepper in't.
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FABIAN
| |
| 3.4.145 |
Is't so saucy?
| saucy heavily spiced and insulting |
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| |
SIR ANDREW
| |
| |
Ay, is't, I warrant him. Do but read.
| I warrant him I promise him (Sir Andrew is sure his |
| | | letter will have a devastating effect on Cesario.) |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH
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| |
Give me. [Reads] "Youth, whatsoever
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thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow."
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FABIAN
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Good, and valiant.
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SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads]
| |
| 3.4.150 |
"Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind,
| admire marvel |
| |
why I do call thee so, for I will show thee
| |
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no reason for't."
| |
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FABIAN
| |
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A good note, that keeps you from the blow
| note awareness (Sir Andrew has noted that if he |
| |
of the law.
| writes anything specific he could be charged with |
| | | slander.) |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads]
| |
| 3.4.155 |
"Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my
| |
| |
sight she uses thee kindly. But thou liest in thy
| thou liest in thy throat (A modern equivalent is |
| |
throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for."
| "You lie like a rug.") |
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FABIAN
| |
| |
Very brief, and to exceeding good senseless.
| less (Probably an aside to Maria.) |
| | | |
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SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads]
| |
| |
"I will waylay thee going home; where if it
| waylay intercept, ambush |
| 3.4.160 |
be thy chance to kill me"
| if it be thy chance to if you should happen to |
| | | |
| |
FABIAN
| |
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Good.
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SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads]
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| |
"Thou killest me like a rogue and a
| |
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villain."
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FABIAN
| |
| |
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law:
| o' on | windy windward, i.e., safe |
| 3.4.165 |
good.
| good (How smart of Sir Andrew to make sure that if |
| | | he is killed, he can't be charged with the crime!) |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads]
| |
| |
"Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon
| God have mercy upon one of our souls! >>>
|
| |
one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine,
| |
| |
but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy
| Thy friend, as thou usest him your friend, to the |
| |
friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
| extent that you treat him as a friend (Sir Andrew |
| 3.4.170 |
ANDREW AGUECHEEK."
| wants to make it perfectly clear that this is all |
| |
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot.
| Cesario's fault.) | move him stir him up (Then Sir |
| |
I'll give't him.
| Toby uses the other sense of "move" to make a joke.) |
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MARIA
| |
| |
You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now
| fit occasion convenient opportunity |
| |
in some commerce with my lady, and will by and
| in some commerce doing some business |
| 3.4.175 |
by depart.
| by and by pretty soon |
| | | |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner of the
| scout me for him keep watch for him (The "me" |
| |
orchard like a bum-baily. So soon as ever thou seest
| adds the sense of "I've got a good idea.") |
| |
him, draw; and, as thou drawest swear horrible; for
| bum-baily sherrif's official who arrested debtors |
| |
it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a
| (Like the modern repo man, they were sneaky.) |
| 3.4.180 |
swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives
| gives . . . him gives a greater reputation for manly |
| |
manhood more approbation than ever proof itself
| courage than actually doing something courageous |
| |
would have earned him. Away!
| |
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SIR ANDREW
| |
| |
Nay, let me alone for swearing.
| let me alone for i.e., I'm really good at |
| | | |
| |
Exit SIR ANDREW
| |
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
Now will not I deliver his letter; for the behavior
| |
| 3.4.185 |
of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good
| gives him out to be shows him to be |
| |
capacity and breeding; his employment between his
| capacity intelligence | breeding education |
| |
lord and my niece confirms no less. Therefore this
| |
| |
letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no
| breed arouse |
| |
terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a
| find see, detect that |
| 3.4.190 |
clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by
| clodpole knucklehead |
| |
word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report
| set . . . valour i.e., say that Aguecheek has a great |
| |
of valour; and drive the gentleman, as I know his
| reputation for valour |
| |
youth will aptly receive it, into a most hideous
| his youth will aptly receive it i.e., his inexperience |
| |
opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity.
| will make him believe (that Sir Andrew is valorous) |
| 3.4.195 |
This will so fright them both that they will kill
| |
| |
one another by the look, like cockatrices.
| cockatrices basilisks, able to kill by their glance |
| | | |
| |
Re-enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA
| |
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| |
FABIAN
| |
| |
Here he comes with your niece. Give them way till
| Give them way stay out of their way |
| |
he take leave, and presently after him.
| presently after him immediately (after Olivia is |
| | | gone) intercept him |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
I will meditate the while upon some horrid message
| |
| 3.4.200 |
for a challenge.
| |
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| |
Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, FABIAN, and MARIA
| |
| | | |
| |
OLIVIA
| |
| |
I have said too much unto a heart of stone
| |
| |
And laid mine honour too unchary on't:
| laid gambled | unchary carelessly |
| |
There's something in me that reproves my fault;
| reproves reprimands |
| |
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
| potent powerful |
| 3.4.205 |
That it but mocks reproof.
| but only |
| | | |
| |
VIOLA
| |
| |
With the same havior that your passion bears
| havior behavior | With . . . grief i.e., As your passion |
| |
Goes on my master's grief.
| compels you to express your love for me, so Orsino |
| | | suffers because his passion compels him to express |
| |
OLIVIA
| his love for you. |
| |
Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture.
| jewel anything made by a jeweler (in this case, a |
| |
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
| locket or brooch containing Olivia's picture) |
| 3.4.210 |
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?
| That honour, saved, may upon asking give that |
| | | honour, sure that it is safe, may give when asked |
| |
VIOLA
| |
| |
Nothing but thisyour true love for my master.
| |
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| |
OLIVIA
| |
| |
How with mine honour may I give him that
| |
| 3.4.215 |
Which I have given to you?
| |
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VIOLA
| |
| |
I will acquit you.
| acquit you release you (from any obligation to me) |
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OLIVIA
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Well, come again to-morrow. Fare thee well.
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A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
| like thee that looks like you | might very easily |
| | | could |
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Exit OLIVIA
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Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN
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SIR TOBY BELCH
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Gentleman, God save thee.
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VIOLA
| |
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And you, sir.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
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| 3.4.220 |
That defence thou hast, betake thee to't. Of what
| That defence thou hast whatever skill in fencing |
| |
nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
| you have |
| |
not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as
| thy intercepter he who is waiting to ambush you |
| |
the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end:
| despite contempt, malice | attends thee waits for you |
| |
dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for
| dismount thy tuck draw your rapier | yare quick |
| 3.4.225 |
thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.
| |
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VIOLA
| |
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You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel
| quarrel to me reason to quarrel with me |
| |
to me. My remembrance is very free and clear from
| remembrance memory |
| |
any image of offence done to any man.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore,
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| 3.4.230 |
if you hold your life at any price, betake you to
| price value |
| |
your guard; for your opposite hath in him what
| opposite adversary |
| |
youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man
| |
| |
withal.
| withal with |
| | | |
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VIOLA
| |
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I pray you, sir, what is he?
| |
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| 3.4.235 |
He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on
| unhatched unhacked i.e., never used in battle |
| |
carpet consideration, but he is a devil in private
| on carpet consideration i.e., for civilian services, |
| |
brawl. Souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and
| or for having the right friends in high places |
| |
his incensement at this moment is so implacable,
| incensement anger |
| |
that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death
| |
| 3.4.240 |
and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.
| sepulchre burial vault | Hob, nob, is his word His |
| | | motto is "have it, have it not" (He doesn't care |
| |
VIOLA
| whether he kills or is killed.) |
| |
I will return again into the house and desire some
| desire ask for |
| |
conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard
| conduct protective escort |
| |
of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on
| |
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others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man
| taste test |
| 3.4.245 |
of that quirk.
| quirk temperament ("Cesario" is hoping that if he |
| | | shows himself to be a coward, his enemy will then |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH
| let him alone.) |
| |
Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a
| |
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very competent injury; therefore, get you on and
| competent injury sufficient injury or insult |
| |
give him his desire. Back you shall not to the
| get you on go ahead |
| |
house, unless you undertake that with me which with
| that i.e., a duel |
| 3.4.250 |
as much safety you might answer him; therefore, on,
| |
| |
or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you
| strip your sword stark naked draw your sword |
| |
must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.
| meddle get involved (in a fight) | wear iron carry |
| | | a sword |
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VIOLA
| |
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This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me
| |
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this courteous office, as to know of the knight what
| to know of find out from |
| 3.4.255 |
my offence to him is: it is something of my
| |
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negligence, nothing of my purpose.
| purpose intention |
| | | |
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this
| |
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gentleman till my return.
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Exit SIR TOBY BELCH
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VIOLA
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| |
Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
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FABIAN
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| 3.4.260 |
I know the knight is incensed against you, even
| even to a mortal arbitrement to the point that |
| |
to a mortal arbitrement, but nothing of the
| nothing can settle it but a fight to the death |
| |
circumstance more.
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VIOLA
| |
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I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
| |
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FABIAN
| |
| |
Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by
| Nothing . . . valour i.e., He doesn't look like much, |
| 3.4.265 |
his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of
| but you'll find that he's fearsome when he fights. |
| |
his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody
| |
| |
and fatal opposite that you could possibly have
| opposite adversary |
| |
found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards
| |
| |
him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
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VIOLA
| |
| 3.4.270 |
I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that
| much bound very grateful |
| |
had rather go with sir priest than sir knight. I
| sir priest (Priests were often called "sir.") |
| |
care not who knows so much of my mettle.
| mettle courage, or lack of it |
| | | |
| |
Exeunt VIOLA and FABIAN
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Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH, with SIR ANDREW
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such
| |
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a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard
| firago virago >>>
| pass . . . scabbard practice bout
|
| 3.4.275 |
and all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a
| stuck in thrust (from the Italian, stoccado) |
| |
mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the
| it i.e., his opponent's death |
| |
answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the
| answer counterattack | pays you repays, makes |
| |
ground they step on. They say he has been fencer
| you pay |
| |
to the Sophy.
| Sophy Shah of Persia |
| | | |
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SIR ANDREW
| |
| 3.4.280 |
Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
| not meddle with him not have anything to do |
| | | with him |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can
| |
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scarce hold him yonder.
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SIR ANDREW
| |
| |
Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant
| an I thought he had been if I had thought he was |
| |
and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him
| I'ld have I would have |
| 3.4.285 |
damned ere I'ld have challenged him. Let him
| |
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let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse,
| |
| |
grey Capilet.
| Capilet The name means "little nag." |
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
I'll make the motion. Stand here, make a good
| motion offer | make a good show on't i.e., put on |
| |
show on't; this shall end without the perdition
| a brave face | perdition of souls loss of life |
| 3.4.290 |
of souls. [Aside] Marry, I'll ride your horse as
| |
| |
well as I ride you.
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| |
Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA
| |
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[To Fabian] I have his horse to take up the
| take up settle |
| |
quarrel. I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.
| |
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FABIAN
| |
| |
He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and
| He . . . him He has the same kind of wild ideas |
| 3.4.295 |
looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
| about him |
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
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[To Viola] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight
| |
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with you for's oath sake. Marry, he hath better
| for's oath sake for the sake of his vow (to fight) |
| |
bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that
| he . . . quarrel i.e., he has reconsidered the grounds |
| |
now scarce to be worth talking of; therefore draw,
| for his challenge |
| 3.4.300 |
for the supportance of his vow; he protests he will
| supportance upholding | protests promises |
| |
not hurt you.
| |
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VIOLA
| |
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[Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would
| |
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make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
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FABIAN
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Give ground, if you see him furious.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| 3.4.305 |
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
| duello duelling code of honor |
| |
promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he
| |
| |
will not hurt you. Come on; to't.
| |
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SIR ANDREW
| |
| 3.4.310 |
Pray God, he keep his oath!
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VIOLA
| |
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I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
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| |
They draw
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| |
Enter ANTONIO
| |
| | | |
| |
ANTONIO
| |
| |
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.
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| |
SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| 3.4.315 |
You, sir! why, what are you?
| |
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ANTONIO
| |
| |
One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
| his love i.e., love of Sebastian |
| |
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
| do more . . . he will i.e., I'll do my talking with my |
| | | sword. |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| |
Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
| undertaker one who takes on a task for another |
| | | |
| |
They draw
| |
| | | |
| |
Enter Officers
| |
| | | |
| |
FABIAN
| |
| |
O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
| |
| | | |
| |
SIR TOBY BELCH
| |
| 3.4.320 |
[To Antonio] I'll be with you anon.
| I'll be with you anon I'll join you right away (Sir |
| | | Toby is promising to continue the fight as soon as |
| |
VIOLA [To Sir Andrew]
| the officers are gone.) |
| |
Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
| |
| | | |
| |
SIR ANDREW
| |
| |
Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you,
| |
| |
I'll be as good as my word. He will bear you
| He i.e., Sir Andrew's horse, grey Capilet |
| |
easily and reins well.
| |
| | | |
| |
First Officer
| |
| 3.4.325 |
This is the man; do thy office.
| office duty |
| | | |
| |
Second Officer
| |
| |
Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count
| suit request, lawsuit |
| |
Orsino.
| |
| | | |
| |
ANTONIO
| |
| |
You do mistake me, sir.
| You do mistake me i.e., you've got the wrong person |
| | | |
| |
First Officer
| |
| |
No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,
| favour face |
| 3.4.330 |
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
| |
| |
Take him away, he knows I know him well.
| |
| | | |
| |
ANTONIO
| |
| |
I must obey. [To Viola] This comes with seeking you;
| |
| |
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
| answer it defend myself against the charges or pay |
| |
What will you do, now my necessity
| the penalty |
| 3.4.335 |
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.
| But be of comfort i.e., Don't worry about me. (But |
| | | he still needs his money back.) |
| |
Second Officer
| |
| |
Come, sir, away.
| |
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| |
ANTONIO
| |
| 3.4.340 |
I must entreat of you some of that money.
| |
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| | |