ARKCODEX
Act IV, Scene 2
1Olivia’shouse.
2Enter Maria and Clown.
3MariaNay, 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.
4ClownWell, 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.
5Enter Sir Toby and Maria.
6Sir TobyJove bless thee, master Parson.
7ClownBonos 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”?
8Sir TobyTo him, Sir Topas.
9ClownWhat, ho, I say! peace in this prison!
10Sir TobyThe knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
11MalvolioWithin. Who calls there?
12ClownSir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.
13MalvolioSir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.
14ClownOut, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man! talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
15Sir TobyWell said, Master Parson.
16MalvolioSir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
17ClownFie, 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?
18MalvolioAs hell, Sir Topas.
19ClownWhy 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?
20MalvolioI am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark.
21ClownMadman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
22MalvolioI 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.
23ClownWhat is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?
24MalvolioThat the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
25ClownWhat thinkest thou of his opinion?
26MalvolioI think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.
27ClownFare 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.
28MalvolioSir Topas, Sir Topas!
29Sir TobyMy most exquisite Sir Topas!
30ClownNay, I am for all waters.
31MariaThou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown: he sees thee not.
32Sir TobyTo 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 and Maria.
33ClownSinging.
“Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.”
34MalvolioFool!
35Clown“My lady is unkind, perdy.”
36MalvolioFool!
37Clown“Alas, why is she so?”
38MalvolioFool, I say!
39Clown“She loves another”—Who calls, ha?
40MalvolioGood 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.
41ClownMaster Malvolio?
42MalvolioAy, good fool.
43ClownAlas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?
44MalvolioFool, there was never a man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
45ClownBut as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.
46MalvolioThey 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.
47ClownAdvise 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.
48MalvolioSir Topas!
49ClownMaintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi’ you, good Sir Topas. Marry, amen. I will, sir, I will.
50MalvolioFool, fool, fool, I say!
51ClownAlas, sir, be patient. What say you sir? I am shent for speaking to you.
52MalvolioGood fool, help me to some light and some paper: I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.
53ClownWell-a-day that you were, sir
54MalvolioBy 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.
55ClownI will help you to’t. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit?
56MalvolioBelieve me, I am not; I tell thee true.
57ClownNay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
58MalvolioFool, I’ll requite it in the highest degree: I prithee, be gone.
59ClownSinging.
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.