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Twelfth Night: Act 2, Scene 4

Twelfth Night
Act 2, Scene 4

A room in Duke Orsino’s palace.

  1. Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.

Orsino

2 - 8
  1. Give me some music. Now good morrow, friends.
  2. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
  3. That old and antique song we heard last night;
  4. Methought it did relieve my passion much,
  5. More than light airs and recollected terms
  6. Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
  7. Come, but one verse.

Curio

9 - 10
  1. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing
  2. it.

Orsino

11
  1. Who was it?

Curio

12 - 13
  1. Feste the jester, my lord, a fool that the Lady Olivia’s
  2. father took much delight in. He is about the house.

Orsino

14 - 22
  1. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
  2. Exit Curio.
  3. Music plays.
  4. Come hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love,
  5. In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
  6. For such as I am, all true lovers are,
  7. Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
  8. Save in the constant image of the creature
  9. That is belov’d. How dost thou like this tune?

Viola

23 - 24
  1. It gives a very echo to the seat
  2. Where Love is thron’d.

Orsino

25 - 28
  1.                        Thou dost speak masterly.
  2. My life upon’t, young though thou art, thine eye
  3. Hath stay’d upon some favor that it loves.
  4. Hath it not, boy?

Viola

29
  1.                   A little, by your favor.

Orsino

30
  1. What kind of woman is’t?

Viola

31
  1.                          Of your complexion.

Orsino

32
  1. She is not worth thee then. What years, i’ faith?

Viola

33
  1. About your years, my lord.

Orsino

34 - 40
  1. Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take
  2. An elder than herself, so wears she to him;
  3. So sways she level in her husband’s heart.
  4. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
  5. Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
  6. More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
  7. Than women’s are.

Viola

41
  1.                   I think it well, my lord.

Orsino

42 - 45
  1. Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
  2. Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
  3. For women are as roses, whose fair flow’r
  4. Being once display’d, doth fall that very hour.

Viola

46 - 47
  1. And so they are; alas, that they are so!
  2. To die, even when they to perfection grow!
  1. Enter Curio and Clown.

Orsino

49 - 55
  1. O fellow, come, the song we had last night.
  2. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain.
  3. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,
  4. And the free maids that weave their thread with bones,
  5. Do use to chaunt it. It is silly sooth,
  6. And dallies with the innocence of love,
  7. Like the old age.

Feste

56
  1. Are you ready, sir?

Orsino

57
  1. Ay, prithee sing.
  1. Music. The Song

Feste

59 - 74
  1. Come away, come away, death,
  2. And in sad cypress let me be laid.
  3. Fly away, fly away, breath,
  4. I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
  5. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
  6. O, prepare it!
  7. My part of death, no one so true
  8. Did share it.
  9. Not a flower, not a flower sweet
  10. On my black coffin let there be strown.
  11. Not a friend, not a friend greet
  12. My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
  13. A thousand thousand sighs to save,
  14. Lay me, O, where
  15. Sad true lover never find my grave,
  16. To weep there.

Orsino

75
  1. There’s for thy pains.

Feste

76
  1. No pains, sir, I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Orsino

77
  1. I’ll pay thy pleasure then.

Feste

78
  1. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.

Orsino

79
  1. Give me now leave to leave thee.

Feste

80 - 85
  1. Now the melancholy god protect thee, and the tailor make thy
  2. doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.
  3. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their
  4. business might be every thing and their intent every where,
  5. for that’s it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
  6. Farewell.
  1. Exit.

Orsino

87 - 96
  1. Let all the rest give place.
  2. Curio and Attendants retire.
  3. Once more, Cesario,
  4. Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty,
  5. Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
  6. Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
  7. The parts that fortune hath bestow’d upon her,
  8. Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
  9. But ’tis that miracle and queen of gems
  10. That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.

Viola

97
  1. But if she cannot love you, sir?

Orsino

98
  1. I cannot be so answer’d.

Viola

99 - 103
  1.                          Sooth, but you must.
  2. Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
  3. Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
  4. As you have for Olivia. You cannot love her;
  5. You tell her so. Must she not then be answer’d?

Orsino

104 - 114
  1. There is no woman’s sides
  2. Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
  3. As love doth give my heart; no woman’s heart
  4. So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
  5. Alas, their love may be call’d appetite,
  6. No motion of the liver, but the palate,
  7. That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt,
  8. But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
  9. And can digest as much. Make no compare
  10. Between that love a woman can bear me
  11. And that I owe Olivia.

Viola

115
  1.                        Ay, but I know

Orsino

116
  1. What dost thou know?

Viola

117 - 121
  1. Too well what love women to men may owe;
  2. In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
  3. My father had a daughter lov’d a man
  4. As it might be perhaps, were I a woman,
  5. I should your lordship.

Orsino

122
  1.                         And what’s her history?

Viola

123 - 131
  1. A blank, my lord; she never told her love,
  2. But let concealment like a worm i’ th’ bud
  3. Feed on her damask cheek; she pin’d in thought,
  4. And with a green and yellow melancholy
  5. She sate like Patience on a monument,
  6. Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
  7. We men may say more, swear more, but indeed
  8. Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
  9. Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Orsino

132
  1. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

Viola

133 - 135
  1. I am all the daughters of my father’s house,
  2. And all the brothers tooand yet I know not.
  3. Sir, shall I to this lady?

Orsino

136 - 138
  1.                            Ay, that’s the theme,
  2. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say
  3. My love can give no place, bide no denay.
  1. Exeunt.
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