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feat_book_id: Twelfth Night, or What You Will.act 2.scene 3
feat_summary_id: act 2, scene 3
feat_summary: {"name": "Act 2, Scene 3", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20210415161814/https://www.shmoop.com/study-guides/literature/twelfth-night/summary/act-2-scene-3", "summary": "Toby Belch and Andrew Aguecheek have just returned to Olivia's pad from another all-night party. Toby says that, since it's after midnight and they're awake, they're just like a couple of healthy people who like to wake up early. A skeptical Aguecheek says he doesn't know about all that, but Toby insists that he and Aguecheek are not only awake at an \"early\" morning hour, but they also go to bed after midnight, which means they also go to bed \"early.\" Sir Andrew pipes up that all he and Toby ever really do is eat and drink, so Toby calls for another round of booze. Then Feste shows up and they greet each other by saying stuff like \"Welcome, ass!\" Aguecheek gives Feste props for the great performance he delivered that night. Feste's got a great set of pipes and the crowd enjoyed themselves on dance floor. They also dug his stand-up comic routine and hope he got the money they left him as a tip. Toby and Aguecheek give Feste a few more coins and demand a love song, which Feste obliges. The trio continue to fool around, singing and talking trash when Maria enters and tells them to pipe down before Olivia kicks them out. Maria's chiding doesn't do any good, so Malvolio runs in to lecture them. Don't they have any sense of propriety? Are they crazy? Acting like a bunch of drunken commoners in a rowdy bar. Geesh. Toby blows off Malvolio, who threatens that Olivia's going to give them the boot if they keep it up. Toby, Maria, Feste, and Aguecheek bag on Malvolio for being a steward . Who does Malvolio think he is? Old Toby and company will keep partying. Malvolio yells at Maria then and accuses her of tolerating and egging on the rowdy men. Maria tells him to \"go shake ears\" which is another way of saying \"get lost.\" When Malvolio leaves, Maria asks Toby and crew to take it easy tonight since Olivia's been all bent out of shape ever since she talked with \"Cesario\" . Maria knows Olivia's worked up over the visit, but it's not clear if she knows that Olivia has a crush on \"Cesario.\" Maria promises to plan an elaborate prank to punish Malvolio for being such a haughty party pooper and acting like a \"kind of Puritan\" . Aguecheek says he'd beat Malvolio \"like a dog\" if he really was a Puritan. Maria calls Malvolio a kiss-up and a poser with secret social ambition. Maria's going to forge a love letter and drop it where Malvolio will find it. When he reads the note, he'll be convinced that Olivia is in love with him. Oh goody. Toby and Aguecheek can't wait to mess with Malvolio. When Maria goes to bed, Toby brags to his buddy that Maria's into him and wants to be Mrs. Toby Belch. Toby then tells Aguecheek he'd better send home for some more money since he's almost out. Aguecheek whines that Olivia will never love him and worries that he's spending all his money for no good reason. Oh, well, he decides. Then he and Toby agree that it's way too late to go to bed now. They might as well stay up and drink some more beer.", "analysis": ""}
text: SCENE III.
  
  A Room in OLIVIA'S House.
  
  [Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Approach, Sir Andrew; not to be a-bed after midnight is to
  be up betimes; and diluculo surgere, thou know'st.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Nay; by my troth, I know not; but I know to be up late
  is to be up late.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  A false conclusion; I hate it as an unfilled can. To be
  up after midnight, and to go to bed then is early: so that to go
  to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives
  consist of the four elements?
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists of
  eating and drinking.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.--
  Marian, I say!--a stoup of wine.
  
  [Enter CLOWN.]
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Here comes the fool, i' faith.
  
  CLOWN.
  How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of we three?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had
  rather than forty shillings I had such a leg; and so sweet a
  breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very
  gracious fooling last night when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus,
  of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very
  good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman. Hadst it?
  
  CLOWN.
  I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no
  whipstock. My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no
  bottle-ale houses.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is
  done. Now, a song.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a--
  
  CLOWN.
  Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  A love-song, a love-song.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Ay, ay; I care not for good life.
  
  CLOWN.
          SONG
    O, mistress mine, where are you roaming?
    O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
      That can sing both high and low:
    Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
      Journeys end in lovers meeting,
        Every wise man's son doth know.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Excellent good, i' faith.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Good, good.
  
  CLOWN.
    What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
    Present mirth hath present laughter;
      What's to come is still unsure.
    In delay there lies no plenty;
    Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;
      Youth's a stuff will not endure.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  A contagious breath.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall
  we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall we rouse the night-owl in
  a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do
  that?
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
  
  CLOWN.
  By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Most certain: let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'
  
  CLOWN.
  'Hold thy peace, thou knave' knight? I shall be constrain'd
  in't to call thee knave, knight.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call
  me knave. Begin, fool; it begins 'Hold thy peace.'
  
  CLOWN.
  I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Good, i' faith! Come, begin.
  
  [They sing a catch.]
  
  [Enter MARIA.]
  
  MARIA.
  What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady have not
  called up her steward Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of
  doors, never trust me.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; Malvolio's a
  Peg-a-Ramsey, and
  [Singing.]
    'Three merry men be we.'
  Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? Tilly-valley,
  lady.
    'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady.'
  
  CLOWN.
  Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I
  too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  [Singing] O, the twelfth day of December,--
  
  MARIA.
  For the love o' God, peace!
  
  [Enter MALVOLIO]
  
  MALVOLIO.
  My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no
  wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this
  time of night? Do ye make an ale-house of my lady's house, that
  ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or
  remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor
  time, in you?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell
  you that, though she harbours you as her kinsman she's nothing
  allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your
  misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would
  please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you
  farewell.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'
  
  MARIA.
  Nay, good Sir Toby.
  
  CLOWN.
  'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Is't even so?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  'But I will never die.'
  
  CLOWN.
  Sir Toby, there you lie.
  
  MALVOLIO.
  This is much credit to you.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  [Singing] 'Shall I bid him go?'
  
  CLOWN.
  'What an if you do?'
  
  SIR TOBY.
  'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'
  
  CLOWN.
  'O, no, no, no, no, you dare not.'
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Out o' tune? sir, ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou
  think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes
  and ale?
  
  CLOWN.
  Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth
  too.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Thou'art i' the right.--Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs:
  A stoup of wine, Maria!
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at anything
  more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil
  rule; she shall know of it, by this hand.
  
  [Exit.]
  
  
  MARIA.
  Go shake your ears.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a-hungry,
  to challenge him the field, and then to break promise with him
  and make a fool of him.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll
  deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
  
  MARIA.
  Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since the youth of
  the count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet.
  For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull
  him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not
  think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed. I know I can
  do it.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him.
  
  MARIA.
  Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  What, for being a Puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
  
  MARIA.
  The devil a Puritan that he is, or anything constantly but a
  time-pleaser: an affectioned ass that cons state without book and
  utters it by great swarths; the best persuaded of himself, so
  crammed, as he thinks, with excellences, that it is his grounds
  of faith that all that look on him love him; and on that vice in
  him will my revenge find notable cause to work.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  What wilt thou do?
  
  MARIA.
  I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love;
  wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the
  manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and
  complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I
  can write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we
  can hardly make distinction of our hands.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Excellent! I smell a device.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  I have't in my nose too.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that
  they come from my niece, and that she is in love with him.
  
  MARIA.
  My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  And your horse now would make him an ass.
  
  MARIA.
  Ass, I doubt not.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  O 'twill be admirable!
  
  MARIA.
  Sport royal, I warrant you. I know my physic will work with
  him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where
  he shall find the letter; observe his construction of it. For
  this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
  
  [Exit.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Good night, Penthesilea.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Before me, she's a good wench.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o' that?
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  I was adored once too.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Let's to bed, knight.--Thou hadst need send for more money.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  If I cannot recover your niece I am a foul way out.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i' the end,
  call me Cut.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  If I do not, never trust me; take it how you will.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Come, come; I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late to go
  to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.
  
  [Exeunt.]
  
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Act 2, Scene 3
target: Toby Belch and Andrew Aguecheek have just returned to Olivia's pad from another all-night party. Toby says that, since it's after midnight and they're awake, they're just like a couple of healthy people who like to wake up early. A skeptical Aguecheek says he doesn't know about all that, but Toby insists that he and Aguecheek are not only awake at an "early" morning hour, but they also go to bed after midnight, which means they also go to bed "early." Sir Andrew pipes up that all he and Toby ever really do is eat and drink, so Toby calls for another round of booze. Then Feste shows up and they greet each other by saying stuff like "Welcome, ass!" Aguecheek gives Feste props for the great performance he delivered that night. Feste's got a great set of pipes and the crowd enjoyed themselves on dance floor. They also dug his stand-up comic routine and hope he got the money they left him as a tip. Toby and Aguecheek give Feste a few more coins and demand a love song, which Feste obliges. The trio continue to fool around, singing and talking trash when Maria enters and tells them to pipe down before Olivia kicks them out. Maria's chiding doesn't do any good, so Malvolio runs in to lecture them. Don't they have any sense of propriety? Are they crazy? Acting like a bunch of drunken commoners in a rowdy bar. Geesh. Toby blows off Malvolio, who threatens that Olivia's going to give them the boot if they keep it up. Toby, Maria, Feste, and Aguecheek bag on Malvolio for being a steward . Who does Malvolio think he is? Old Toby and company will keep partying. Malvolio yells at Maria then and accuses her of tolerating and egging on the rowdy men. Maria tells him to "go shake ears" which is another way of saying "get lost." When Malvolio leaves, Maria asks Toby and crew to take it easy tonight since Olivia's been all bent out of shape ever since she talked with "Cesario" . Maria knows Olivia's worked up over the visit, but it's not clear if she knows that Olivia has a crush on "Cesario." Maria promises to plan an elaborate prank to punish Malvolio for being such a haughty party pooper and acting like a "kind of Puritan" . Aguecheek says he'd beat Malvolio "like a dog" if he really was a Puritan. Maria calls Malvolio a kiss-up and a poser with secret social ambition. Maria's going to forge a love letter and drop it where Malvolio will find it. When he reads the note, he'll be convinced that Olivia is in love with him. Oh goody. Toby and Aguecheek can't wait to mess with Malvolio. When Maria goes to bed, Toby brags to his buddy that Maria's into him and wants to be Mrs. Toby Belch. Toby then tells Aguecheek he'd better send home for some more money since he's almost out. Aguecheek whines that Olivia will never love him and worries that he's spending all his money for no good reason. Oh, well, he decides. Then he and Toby agree that it's way too late to go to bed now. They might as well stay up and drink some more beer.