Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will

1 Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew and Fabian.
2 SIR ANDREW.
3 No, faith, I’ll not stay a jot longer.
4 SIR TOBY.
5 Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
6 FABIAN.
7 You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
8 SIR ANDREW.
9 Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the Count’s servingman than
10 ever she bestowed upon me; I saw’t i’ th’ orchard.
11 SIR TOBY.
12 Did she see thee the while, old boy? Tell me that.
13 SIR ANDREW.
14 As plain as I see you now.
15 FABIAN.
16 This was a great argument of love in her toward you.
17 SIR ANDREW.
18 ’Slight! will you make an ass o’ me?
19 FABIAN.
20 I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.
21 SIR TOBY.
22 And they have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor.
23 FABIAN.
24 She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you,
25 to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart and brimstone
26 in your liver. You should then have accosted her, and with some
27 excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the
28 youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was
29 balked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and
30 you are now sailed into the north of my lady’s opinion; where you will
31 hang like an icicle on Dutchman’s beard, unless you do redeem it by
32 some laudable attempt, either of valour or policy.
33 SIR ANDREW.
34 And’t be any way, it must be with valour, for policy I hate; I had as
35 lief be a Brownist as a politician.
36 SIR TOBY.
37 Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me
38 the Count’s youth to fight with him. Hurt him in eleven places; my
39 niece shall take note of it, and assure thyself there is no love-broker
40 in the world can more prevail in man’s commendation with woman than
41 report of valour.
42 FABIAN.
43 There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
44 SIR ANDREW.
45 Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
46 SIR TOBY.
47 Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and brief; it is no matter how
48 witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention. Taunt him with the
49 licence of ink. If thou ‘thou’st’ him some thrice, it shall not be
50 amiss, and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the
51 sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set ’em down. Go
52 about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a
53 goose-pen, no matter. About it.
54 SIR ANDREW.
55 Where shall I find you?
56 SIR TOBY.
57 We’ll call thee at the cubiculo. Go.
58 [_Exit Sir Andrew._]
59 FABIAN.
60 This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.
61 SIR TOBY.
62 I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong, or so.
63 FABIAN.
64 We shall have a rare letter from him; but you’ll not deliver it.
65 SIR TOBY.
66 Never trust me then. And by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I
67 think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he
68 were opened and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the
69 foot of a flea, I’ll eat the rest of th’ anatomy.
70 FABIAN.
71 And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of
72 cruelty.
73 Enter Maria.
74 SIR TOBY.
75 Look where the youngest wren of nine comes.
76 MARIA.
77 If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches,
78 follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for
79 there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly can
80 ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He’s in yellow
81 stockings.
82 SIR TOBY.
83 And cross-gartered?
84 MARIA.
85 Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i’ th’ church. I
86 have dogged him like his murderer. He does obey every point of the
87 letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more
88 lines than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies. You
89 have not seen such a thing as ’tis. I can hardly forbear hurling
90 things at him. I know my lady will strike him. If she do, he’ll smile
91 and take’t for a great favour.
92 SIR TOBY.
93 Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
94 [_Exeunt._]