Twelfth Night: MEDIA

ACT3 (part of)

ACT IIISCENE I. OLIVIA's garden.Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabour VIOLA Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live bythy tabour?Clown No, sir, I live by the church.VIOLA Art thou a churchman?Clown No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; forI do live at my house, and my house doth stand bythe church.VIOLA So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if abeggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thytabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.Clown You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence isbut a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly thewrong side may be turned outward!VIOLA Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely withwords may quickly make them wanton.Clown I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.VIOLA Why, man?Clown Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with thatword might make my sister wanton. But indeed wordsare very rascals since bonds disgraced them.VIOLA Thy reason, man?Clown Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; andwords are grown so false, I am loath to provereason with them.VIOLA I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.Clown Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in myconscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that beto care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.VIOLA Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?Clown No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: shewill keep no fool, sir, till she be married; andfools are as like husbands as pilchards are toherrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed nother fool, but her corrupter of words.VIOLA I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.Clown Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun,it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, butthe fool should be as oft with your master as withmy mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.VIOLA Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee.Hold, there's expenses for thee.Clown Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!VIOLA By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick forone;Asidethough I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thylady within?Clown Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?VIOLA Yes, being kept together and put to use.Clown I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bringa Cressida to this Troilus.VIOLA I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.Clown The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging buta beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady iswithin, sir. I will construe to them whence youcome; who you are and what you would are out of mywelkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn.

Twelfth Night

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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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