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feat_book_id: Twelfth Night, or What You Will.act 3.scene 4
feat_summary_id: act 3, scene 4
feat_summary: {"name": "Act 3, Scene 4", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20210415161814/https://www.shmoop.com/study-guides/literature/twelfth-night/summary/act-3-scene-4", "summary": "In her garden, Olivia frets about whether or not \"Cesario\" will come back for a little visit. Then she asks Maria where Malvolio is. Maria tells Olivia that Malvolio's on his way, but he's acting like he's possessed by demons--he's been smiling a lot and for no good reason. When Malvolio enters in a ridiculous get-up and a silly grin on his face, Olivia asks what the heck's wrong with him. She wants to know why he's smiling like an idiot when she's in such a sad mood. Malvolio continues to act like a fool--slobbering on Olivia's hand, talking nonsense, and insulting Maria. When Malvolio quotes lines from the forged letter, Olivia has no idea what he's talking about and thinks he's totally lost his mind. Malvolio presses on and asks Olivia if she remembers telling him to wear yellow stockings and cross-garters. When a servant enters and announces that \"Cesario\" has arrived, Olivia tells Maria to fetch Toby and company to look after Malvolio so she can rush off to greet \"Cesario.\" Malvolio's left alone and tells us that he thinks Olivia is totally into him--he can't wait to carry out the instructions of the letter by being rude to Sir Toby. Sir Toby and Fabian enter and pretend to think Malvolio's possessed and needs an exorcism. Malvolio tells them to get lost , but Maria says, see guys, I told you his body's been taken over by a devil. Malvolio is totally confused by the crew's behavior, especially when Fabian suggests they get a urine sample and make Malvolio say his prayers. Malvolio tells them to get lost and runs away, leaving the crew to comment about how delicious their prank is. They decide to chase after Malvolio and lock him up in a dark room that will make Malvolio go crazy. Just then, Sir Andrew Aguecheek enters with the letter he has written to challenge \"Cesario\" to a duel. Toby reads the hilariously insulting letter aloud and assures Aguecheek that he'll deliver the note to \"Cesario.\" In the meantime, Aguecheek should go hide in the orchard. When \"Cesario\" shows up, Aguecheek should jump out from behind a tree, draw his sword, and say something scary to \"Cesario.\" Aguecheek runs off to the orchard and Toby tells Fabian and Maria that he's not going to deliver Aguecheek's silly letter. Instead, Toby's going to deliver a verbal message to \"Cesario.\" Since both \"Cesario\" and Aguecheek are wimps, they'll both be shaking in their boots at the thought of fighting each other. Olivia and \"Cesario\" enter just then, but Toby and crew run off to work out the details of their plan before confronting \"Cesario.\" This gives Olivia a chance to be alone with the luscious \"boy.\" Olivia says she knows \"Cesario\" isn't into her, but she just can't help herself. She accuses \"Cesario\" of having a \"heart of stone.\" \"Cesario\" replies that Duke Orsino feels just as sad as Olivia does--unrequited love is a bummer for everyone and Orsino still wants Olivia. Olivia begs \"Cesario\" to wear her miniature and to come back to Olivia's place tomorrow so Olivia can try to seduce \"him\" again. After Olivia leaves, Toby Belch and Fabian enter again and tell \"Cesario\" that someone's in the garden waiting to beat him into a pulp. \"Cesario's\" terrified and insists that \"he\" isn't a fighter. Too bad, says Toby, whip out your sword! \"Cesario\" asks Fabian for help. Fabian lies and says he'll try to help smooth things over so \"Cesario\" doesn't get a beat down. Meanwhile, Sir Toby goes into the orchard and tells Aguecheek that \"Cesario\" is crazy and can't wait to fight him. Aguecheek is terrified and tries to back out but Toby tells him it's too late--he better get ready to rumble because \"Cesario\" is ready to go. Sir Andrew tells Toby to tell \"Cesario\" that Sir Andrew will give him his horse if \"Cesario\" doesn't beat him up. OK, says, Toby, who runs over to \"Cesario\" and says Sir Andrew's ready to mop the floor with him. Toby forces \"Cesario\" and Aguecheek together and the two draw their swords. Just then, Antonio enters and thinks that \"Cesario\" is his boy, Sebastian. Antonio's scared for his boy \"Sebastian\" and tries to break up the fight. He and Toby trade insults and draw their swords. \"Cesario\" and Aguecheek put their swords away and Aguecheek promises \"Cesario\" his horse. Then, the cops show up to arrest Antonio, who has been recognized as one of the pirates who stole from the Duke. Since Antonio thinks that \"Cesario\" is Sebastian, he asks \"him\" to return the money he gave him earlier so he can buy his way out of jail. \"Cesario\" has no idea what Antonio's talking about but, being a nice person, \"Cesario\" gives him some money anyway. Antonio is hurt because he thinks Sebastian has hung him out to dry. He can't believe Sebastian would screw him over like this, after everything Antonio's done for him. He goes off about how he saved Sebastian from drowning, has been a devoted and loving friend, and then calls Sebastian a devil. The cops couldn't care less about any of this drama and they haul Antonio off to the clink. Meanwhile, it finally occurs to Viola that Antonio has mistaken her for her twin brother, Sebastian, since the siblings look so much alike. This gives Viola some hope that Sebastian is still alive and didn't drown at sea after all. Viola, still disguised as \"Cesario,\" keeps this info to herself. After \"Cesario\" runs off stage, Toby, Fabian, and the cowardly Aguecheek hang back and talk trash about what a wimp \"Cesario\" has turned out to be. Aguecheek pretends like he wasn't shaking in his boots two minutes ago and says he ought to run after \"Cesario\" and beat him down. Toby Belch eggs on Aguecheek and they run off after \"Cesario.\"", "analysis": ""}
text: SCENE IV.
  
  OLIVIA'S garden.
  
  [Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.]
  
  OLIVIA.
  I have sent after him. He says he'll come;
  How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?
  For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed.
  I speak too loud.--
  Where's Malvolio?--He is sad and civil,
  And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;--
  Where is Malvolio?
  
  MARIA.
  He's coming, madam:
  But in very strange manner. He is sure possessed.
  
  OLIVIA.
  Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
  
  MARIA.
  No, madam, he does nothing but smile: your ladyship were
  best to have some guard about you if he come;
  For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.
  
  OLIVIA.
  Go call him hither.--I'm as mad as he,
  If sad and merry madness equal be.--
  
  [Enter MALVOLIO.]
  
  How now, Malvolio?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Sweet lady, ho, ho.
  
  [Smiles fantastically.]
  
  OLIVIA.
  Smil'st thou?
  I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Sad, lady? I could be sad: this does make some
  obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering. But what of that?
  If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true
  sonnet is: 'Please one and please all.'
  
  OLIVIA.
  Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs.
  It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed.
  I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
  
  OLIVIA.
  Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  To bed? ay, sweetheart; and I'll come to thee.
  
  OLIVIA.
  God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so
  oft?
  
  MARIA.
  How do you, Malvolio?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  At your request? Yes; nightingales answer daws.
  
  MARIA.
  Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  'Be not afraid of greatness':--'twas well writ.
  
  OLIVIA.
  What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  'Some are born great,'--
  
  OLIVIA.
  Ha?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  'Some achieve greatness,'--
  
  OLIVIA.
  What say'st thou?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
  
  OLIVIA.
  Heaven restore thee!
  
  MALVOLIO.
  'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings;'--
  
  OLIVIA.
  Thy yellow stockings?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
  
  OLIVIA.
  Cross-gartered?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  'Go to: thou an made, if thou desirest to be so:'--
  
  OLIVIA.
  Am I made?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
  
  OLIVIA.
  Why, this is very midsummer madness.
  
  [Enter Servant.]
  
  SERVANT.
  Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is
  returned; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your
  ladyship's pleasure.
  
  OLIVIA.
  I'll come to him.
  
  [Exit Servant.]
  
  Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby?
  Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not
  have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
  
  [Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA.]
  
  MALVOLIO.
  O, ho! do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir
  Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she
  sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she
  incites me to that in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says
  she;--'be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants,--let thy
  tongue tang with arguments of state,--put thyself into the trick
  of singularity;--and consequently, sets down the manner how; as,
  a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of
  some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is
  Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went away
  now, 'Let this fellow be looked to;' Fellow! not Malvolio, nor
  after my degree, but fellow. Why, everything adheres together;
  that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle,
  no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,--What can be said?
  Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect
  of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to
  be thanked.
  
  [Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the
  devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed
  him, yet I'll speak to him.
  
  FABIAN.
  Here he is, here he is:--How is't with you, sir? how is't with
  you, man?
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my private; go off.
  
  MARIA.
  Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell
  you?--Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Ah, ha! does she so?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him;
  let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man!
  defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Do you know what you say?
  
  MARIA.
  La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at
  heart! Pray God he be not bewitched.
  
  FABIAN.
  Carry his water to the wise woman.
  
  MARIA.
  Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My
  lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.
  
  MALVOLIO.
  How now, mistress!
  
  MARIA.
  O lord!
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Pr'ythee hold thy peace; this is not the way. Do you not
  see you move him? let me alone with him.
  
  FABIAN.
  No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough,
  and will not be roughly used.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Why, how now, my bawcock? how dost thou, chuck.
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Sir?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for gravity
  to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier!
  
  MARIA.
  Get him to say his prayers; good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
  
  MALVOLIO.
  My prayers, minx?
  
  MARIA.
  No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
  
  MALVOLIO.
  Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I
  am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter.
  
  [Exit.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Is't possible?
  
  FABIAN.
  If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as
  an improbable fiction.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
  
  MARIA.
  Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air and taint.
  
  FABIAN.
  Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
  
  MARIA.
  The house will be the quieter.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece
  is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus, for
  our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of
  breath, prompt us to have mercy on him: at which time we will
  bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of
  madmen. But see, but see.
  
  [Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.]
  
  FABIAN.
  More matter for a May morning.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Here's the challenge, read it; I warrant there's vinegar and
  pepper in't.
  
  FABIAN.
  Is't so saucy?
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Ay, is't, I warrant him; do but read.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Give me. [Reads.] 'Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a
  scurvy fellow.'
  
  FABIAN.
  Good and valiant.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  'Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do
  call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.'
  
  FABIAN.
  A good note: that keeps you from the blow of the law.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  'Thou comest to the Lady Olivia, and in my sight
  she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; that is not
  the matter I challenge thee for.'
  
  FABIAN.
  Very brief, and to exceeding good senseless.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  'I will waylay thee going home; where if it be
  thy chance to kill me,'--
  
  FABIAN.
  Good.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  'Thou kill'st me like a rogue and a villain.'
  
  FABIAN.
  Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Good.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  'Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of
  our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better,
  and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy
  sworn enemy, Andrew Ague-Cheek.'
  If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.
  
  MARIA.
  You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some
  commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the
  orchard, like a bum-bailiff; so soon as ever thou seest him,
  draw; and as thou drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass
  oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply
  twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof
  itself would have earned him. Away.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Nay, let me alone for swearing.
  
  [Exit.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Now will not I deliver his letter; for the behaviour of
  the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and
  breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms
  no less; therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant,
  will breed no terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a
  clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of
  mouth, set upon Ague-cheek notable report of valour, and drive
  the gentleman,--as I know his youth will aptly receive it,--into
  a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity.
  This will so fright them both that they will kill one another by
  the look, like cockatrices.
  
  [Enter OLIVIA and VIOLA.]
  
  FABIAN.
  Here he comes with your niece; give them way till he take
  leave, and presently after him.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a
  challenge.
  
  [Exeunt SIR TOBY, FABIAN, and MARIA.]
  
  OLIVIA.
  I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
  And laid mine honour too unchary on it:
  There's something in me that reproves my fault;
  But such a headstrong potent fault it is
  That it but mocks reproof.
  
  VIOLA.
  With the same 'haviour that your passion bears
  Goes on my master's griefs.
  
  OLIVIA.
  Here, wear this jewel for me; 'tis my picture;
  Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you:
  And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.
  What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
  That, honour saved, may upon asking give?
  
  VIOLA.
  Nothing but this, your true love for my master.
  
  OLIVIA.
  How with mine honour may I give him that
  Which I have given to you?
  
  VIOLA.
  I will acquit you.
  
  OLIVIA.
  Well, come again to-morrow. Fare thee well;
  A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
  
  [Exit.]
  
  [Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH and SIR FABIAN.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Gentleman, God save thee.
  
  VIOLA.
  And you, sir.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  That defence thou hast, betake thee to't. Of what nature
  the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy
  intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends
  thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy
  preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.
  
  VIOLA.
  You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me;
  my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence
  done to any man.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, if you
  hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your
  opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can
  furnish man withal.
  
  VIOLA.
  I pray you, sir, what is he?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  He is knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier and on carpet
  consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl; souls and
  bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment
  is so implacable that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of
  death and sepulchre: hob, nob is his word; give't or take't.
  
  VIOLA.
  I will return again into the house and desire some conduct
  of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men
  that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valour:
  belike this is a man of that quirk.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very
  competent injury; therefore, get you on and give him his desire.
  Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with
  me which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore on,
  or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you must, that's
  certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.
  
  VIOLA.
  This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this
  courteous office as to know of the knight what my offence to him
  is; it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  I Will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman
  till my return.
  
  [Exit SIR TOBY.]
  
  VIOLA.
  Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
  
  FABIAN.
  I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal
  arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.
  
  VIOLA.
  I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
  
  FABIAN.
  Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form,
  as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is
  indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that
  you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you
  walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
  
  VIOLA.
  I shall be much bound to you for't. I am one that would
  rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I care not who knows
  so much of my mettle.
  
  [Exeunt.]
  
  [Re-enter SIR TOBY With SIR ANDREW.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a
  virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he
  gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion that it is
  inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet
  hit the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the
  Sophy.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce
  hold him yonder.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so
  cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have
  challenged him. Let him let the matter slip and I'll give him
  my horse, grey Capilet.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  I'll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on't;
  this shall end without the perdition of souls. [Aside.] Marry,
  I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
  
  [Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA.]
  
  I have his horse [To FABIAN.] to take up the quarrel; I have
  persuaded him the youth's a devil.
  
  FABIAN.
  He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as
  if a bear were at his heels.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  There's no remedy, sir: he will fight with you for's oath sake:
  marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds
  that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore, draw for the
  supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.
  
  VIOLA.
  [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me
  tell them how much I lack of a man.
  
  FABIAN.
  Give ground if you see him furious.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will,
  for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the
  duello avoid it; but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and
  a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on: to't.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Pray God he keep his oath!
  
  [Draws.]
  
  [Enter ANTONIO.]
  
  VIOLA.
  I do assure you 'tis against my will.
  
  [Draws.]
  
  ANTONIO.
  Put up your sword:--if this young gentleman
  Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
  If you offend him, I for him defy you.
  
  [Drawing.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  You, sir! why, what are you?
  
  ANTONIO.
  One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
  Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
  
  [Draws.]
  
  [Enter two Officers.]
  
  FABIAN. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  [To ANTONIO] I'll be with you anon.
  
  VIOLA.
  [To Sir Andrew.] Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Marry, will I, sir; and for that I promised you, I'll be
  as good as my word. He will bear you easily and reins well.
  
  FIRST OFFICER.
  This is the man; do thy office.
  
  SECOND OFFICER.
  Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit
  Of Count Orsino.
  
  ANTONIO.
  You do mistake me, sir.
  
  FIRST OFFICER.
  No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,
  Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.--
  Take him away; he knows I know him well.
  
  ANTONIO.
  I Must obey.--This comes with seeking you;
  But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
  What will you do? Now my necessity
  Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grieves me
  Much more for what I cannot do for you
  Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed;
  But be of comfort.
  
  SECOND OFFICER.
  Come, sir, away.
  
  ANTONIO.
  I must entreat of you some of that money.
  
  VIOLA.
  What money, sir?
  For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
  And part being prompted by your present trouble,
  Out of my lean and low ability
  I'll lend you something; my having is not much;
  I'll make division of my present with you:
  Hold, there is half my coffer.
  
  ANTONIO.
  Will you deny me now?
  Is't possible that my deserts to you
  Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
  Lest that it make me so unsound a man
  As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
  That I have done for you.
  
  VIOLA.
  I know of none,
  Nor know I you by voice or any feature:
  I hate ingratitude more in a man
  Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
  Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
  Inhabits our frail blood.
  
  ANTONIO.
  O heavens themselves!
  
  SECOND OFFICER.
  Come, sir, I pray you go.
  
  ANTONIO.
  Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here
  I snatched one half out of the jaws of death,
  Relieved him with such sanctity of love,--
  And to his image, which methought did promise
  Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
  
  FIRST OFFICER.
  What's that to us? The time goes by; away.
  
  ANTONIO.
  But O how vile an idol proves this god!
  Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
  In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
  None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:
  Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
  Are empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil.
  
  FIRST OFFICER.
  The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir.
  
  ANTONIO.
  Lead me on.
  
  [Exeunt Officers with ANTONIO.]
  
  VIOLA.
  Methinks his words do from such passion fly
  That he believes himself; so do not I.
  Prove true, imagination; O prove true,
  That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper
  o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
  
  VIOLA.
  He named Sebastian; I my brother know
  Yet living in my glass; even such and so
  In favour was my brother; and he went
  Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
  For him I imitate. O, if it prove,
  Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
  
  [Exit.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a
  hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in
  necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
  
  FABIAN.
  A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  And I do not,--
  
  [Exit.]
  
  FABIAN.
  Come, let's see the event.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.
  
  [Exeunt.]
  
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Act 3, Scene 4
target: In her garden, Olivia frets about whether or not "Cesario" will come back for a little visit. Then she asks Maria where Malvolio is. Maria tells Olivia that Malvolio's on his way, but he's acting like he's possessed by demons--he's been smiling a lot and for no good reason. When Malvolio enters in a ridiculous get-up and a silly grin on his face, Olivia asks what the heck's wrong with him. She wants to know why he's smiling like an idiot when she's in such a sad mood. Malvolio continues to act like a fool--slobbering on Olivia's hand, talking nonsense, and insulting Maria. When Malvolio quotes lines from the forged letter, Olivia has no idea what he's talking about and thinks he's totally lost his mind. Malvolio presses on and asks Olivia if she remembers telling him to wear yellow stockings and cross-garters. When a servant enters and announces that "Cesario" has arrived, Olivia tells Maria to fetch Toby and company to look after Malvolio so she can rush off to greet "Cesario." Malvolio's left alone and tells us that he thinks Olivia is totally into him--he can't wait to carry out the instructions of the letter by being rude to Sir Toby. Sir Toby and Fabian enter and pretend to think Malvolio's possessed and needs an exorcism. Malvolio tells them to get lost , but Maria says, see guys, I told you his body's been taken over by a devil. Malvolio is totally confused by the crew's behavior, especially when Fabian suggests they get a urine sample and make Malvolio say his prayers. Malvolio tells them to get lost and runs away, leaving the crew to comment about how delicious their prank is. They decide to chase after Malvolio and lock him up in a dark room that will make Malvolio go crazy. Just then, Sir Andrew Aguecheek enters with the letter he has written to challenge "Cesario" to a duel. Toby reads the hilariously insulting letter aloud and assures Aguecheek that he'll deliver the note to "Cesario." In the meantime, Aguecheek should go hide in the orchard. When "Cesario" shows up, Aguecheek should jump out from behind a tree, draw his sword, and say something scary to "Cesario." Aguecheek runs off to the orchard and Toby tells Fabian and Maria that he's not going to deliver Aguecheek's silly letter. Instead, Toby's going to deliver a verbal message to "Cesario." Since both "Cesario" and Aguecheek are wimps, they'll both be shaking in their boots at the thought of fighting each other. Olivia and "Cesario" enter just then, but Toby and crew run off to work out the details of their plan before confronting "Cesario." This gives Olivia a chance to be alone with the luscious "boy." Olivia says she knows "Cesario" isn't into her, but she just can't help herself. She accuses "Cesario" of having a "heart of stone." "Cesario" replies that Duke Orsino feels just as sad as Olivia does--unrequited love is a bummer for everyone and Orsino still wants Olivia. Olivia begs "Cesario" to wear her miniature and to come back to Olivia's place tomorrow so Olivia can try to seduce "him" again. After Olivia leaves, Toby Belch and Fabian enter again and tell "Cesario" that someone's in the garden waiting to beat him into a pulp. "Cesario's" terrified and insists that "he" isn't a fighter. Too bad, says Toby, whip out your sword! "Cesario" asks Fabian for help. Fabian lies and says he'll try to help smooth things over so "Cesario" doesn't get a beat down. Meanwhile, Sir Toby goes into the orchard and tells Aguecheek that "Cesario" is crazy and can't wait to fight him. Aguecheek is terrified and tries to back out but Toby tells him it's too late--he better get ready to rumble because "Cesario" is ready to go. Sir Andrew tells Toby to tell "Cesario" that Sir Andrew will give him his horse if "Cesario" doesn't beat him up. OK, says, Toby, who runs over to "Cesario" and says Sir Andrew's ready to mop the floor with him. Toby forces "Cesario" and Aguecheek together and the two draw their swords. Just then, Antonio enters and thinks that "Cesario" is his boy, Sebastian. Antonio's scared for his boy "Sebastian" and tries to break up the fight. He and Toby trade insults and draw their swords. "Cesario" and Aguecheek put their swords away and Aguecheek promises "Cesario" his horse. Then, the cops show up to arrest Antonio, who has been recognized as one of the pirates who stole from the Duke. Since Antonio thinks that "Cesario" is Sebastian, he asks "him" to return the money he gave him earlier so he can buy his way out of jail. "Cesario" has no idea what Antonio's talking about but, being a nice person, "Cesario" gives him some money anyway. Antonio is hurt because he thinks Sebastian has hung him out to dry. He can't believe Sebastian would screw him over like this, after everything Antonio's done for him. He goes off about how he saved Sebastian from drowning, has been a devoted and loving friend, and then calls Sebastian a devil. The cops couldn't care less about any of this drama and they haul Antonio off to the clink. Meanwhile, it finally occurs to Viola that Antonio has mistaken her for her twin brother, Sebastian, since the siblings look so much alike. This gives Viola some hope that Sebastian is still alive and didn't drown at sea after all. Viola, still disguised as "Cesario," keeps this info to herself. After "Cesario" runs off stage, Toby, Fabian, and the cowardly Aguecheek hang back and talk trash about what a wimp "Cesario" has turned out to be. Aguecheek pretends like he wasn't shaking in his boots two minutes ago and says he ought to run after "Cesario" and beat him down. Toby Belch eggs on Aguecheek and they run off after "Cesario."