Twelfth Night | Act 4.2

 OLIVIA’s house.

[Enter MARIA and Clown]

MARIA
Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this
beard; make him believe thou art Sir Topas the
curate: do it quickly; I’ll call Sir Toby the whilst.

[Exit]

Clown     Well, I’ll put it on, and I will dissemble myself
in’t; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled
in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the
function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good
student; but to be said an honest man and a good
housekeeper goes as fairly as to say a careful man
and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA]

SIR TOBY BELCH      Jove bless thee, master Parson.

Clown       Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of
Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily
said to a niece of King Gorboduc, ‘That that is is;’
so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for,
what is ‘that’ but ‘that,’ and ‘is’ but ‘is’?

SIR TOBY BELCH       To him, Sir Topas.

Clown       What, ho, I say! peace in this prison!

SIR TOBY BELCH
The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

MALVOLIO      [Within] Who calls there?

Clown      Sir Topas the curate,
who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.

MALVOLIO      Sir Topas, Sir Topas,
good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clown      Out, hyperbolical fiend!
how vexest thou this man!
talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

SIR TOBY BELCH       Well said, Master Parson.

MALVOLIO      Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged:
good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid
me here in hideous darkness.

Clown       Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most
modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones
that will use the devil himself with courtesy:
sayest thou that house is dark?

MALVOLIO       As hell, Sir Topas.

Clown       Why it hath bay windows transparent as
barricadoes, and the clearstores toward the south
north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest
thou of obstruction?

MALVOLIO       I am not mad, Sir Topas:
I say to you, this house is dark.

Clown      Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than
the Egyptians in their fog.

MALVOLIO      I say, this house is as dark as ignorance,
though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say,
there was never man thus abused. I am no more
mad than you are: make the trial of it in any
constant question.

Clown
What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?

MALVOLIO
That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clown      What thinkest thou of his opinion?

MALVOLIO      I think nobly of the soul,
and no way approve his opinion.

Clown      Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness:
thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will
allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, lest
thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

MALVOLIO      Sir Topas, Sir Topas!

SIR TOBY BELCH      My most exquisite Sir Topas!

Clown       Nay, I am for all waters.

MARIA      Thou mightst have done this without
thy beard and gown: he sees thee not.

SIR TOBY BELCH      To him in thine own voice,
and bring me word how thou findest him:
I would we were well rid of this knavery.
If he may be conveniently delivered, I

would he were, for I am now so far in offence with
my niece that I cannot pursue with any safety this
sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.

[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA]

Clown       [Singing]

‘Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.’

MALVOLIO      Fool!

Clown       ‘My lady is unkind, perdy.’

MALVOLIO      Fool!

Clown       ‘Alas, why is she so?’

MALVOLIO      Fool, I say!

Clown       ‘She loves another’–Who calls, ha?

MALVOLIO       Good fool,
as ever thou wilt deserve well at my

hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink and paper:
as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to
thee for’t.

Clown       Master Malvolio?

MALVOLIO       Ay, good fool.

Clown      Alas, sir,
how fell you besides your five wits?

MALVOLIO      Fool,
there was never a man so notoriously abused: I

am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Clown       But as well? then you are mad indeed,
if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

MALVOLIO       They have here propertied me;
keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses,
and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

Clown       Advise you what you say; the minister is here.
Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore!
endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain
bibble babble.

MALVOLIO       Sir Topas!

Clown       Maintain no words with him, good fellow.
Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi’ you, good Sir Topas.

Merry, amen. I will, sir, I will.

MALVOLIO       Fool, fool, fool, I say!

Clown       Alas, sir, be patient. What say you sir?
I am shent for speaking to you.

MALVOLIO       Good fool, help me to some light and
some paper: I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as
any man in Illyria.

Clown       Well-a-day that you were, sir

MALVOLIO       By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink,
paper and light; and convey what I will set down to
my lady: it shall advantage thee more than ever the
bearing of letter did.

Clown       I will help you to’t. But tell me true, are you
not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit?

MALVOLIO      Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.

Clown        Nay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his
brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.

MALVOLIO        Fool, I’ll requite it in the highest degree:
I prithee, be gone.

Clown       [Singing]

I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I’ll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old Vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad;
Adieu, good man devil.

 

[Exit] Act 4.1 | Act 4.3


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