Approach, Sir Andrew; not to be abed after midnight, is to be up
betimes; and _diluculo surgere_, thou know’st.
Come over here, Sir Andrew. Not being in bed after midnight means you're getting up early—_getting up at dawn_, you know that.
Hey, Sir Andrew, come here. Staying up past midnight means you're getting up early. You know the Latin saying—up with the dawn.
hey andrew midnight = early morning you know this already
Nay, by my troth, I know not; but I know to be up late is to be up
late.
No, I swear I don't know what you mean, but I do know that staying up late is staying up late.
I don't know what you're talking about, but I know one thing for sure—late is late.
nah i don't get it late is late tho
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. Does not our lives consist of the
four elements?
That's terrible logic. I hate it like an empty cup. If you're up after midnight and then go to bed, that's early. So going to bed after midnight means going to bed early. Don't our lives consist of the four elements?
That's bad logic, I hate it like a half-empty cup. Look, you're awake after midnight, then you go to bed—that's early! So going to bed after midnight is going to bed early. Don't we all have the four elements in us?
thats bad logic late then bed = early we got four elements anyway right?
Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and
drinking.
Well, that's what they say, but honestly I think life is mostly about eating and drinking.
Sure, that's what people say, but I think our lives are really just about eating and drinking.
maybe but real life is just eating & drinking
Th’art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.
Marian, I say! a stoup of wine.
You're a scholar then. Let's eat and drink. Marian, I say! A cup of wine.
You're a wise man. So let's eat and drink. Marian! A glass of wine!
youre smart lets eat & drink marian—wine!
Here comes the fool, i’ faith.
Here comes the clown, truly.
The jester's arriving.
fool's coming
How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of “we three”?
Hello, friends! Have you never seen the picture of "we three"?
Hey everyone! You ever see that picture called "we three"?
yo what's up know that 'we three' picture?
Welcome, ass. Now let’s have a catch.
Welcome, you fool. Now let's sing a catch.
Welcome, you jerk. Let's sing a catch now.
welcome dumbass lets sing
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
spok’st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of
Queubus; ’twas very good, i’ faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman.
Hadst it?
I swear, the clown has an excellent singing voice. I'd give forty shillings to have such a good leg and such a sweet singing voice as he has. In truth, you were so gracefully foolish last night when you spoke about Pigrogromitus and the Vapians crossing the equator of Queubus—it was wonderful, truly. I sent you sixpence for your girlfriend. Did you get it?
I swear, the clown's got an amazing voice. I'd pay forty shillings to have legs like that and to sing as beautifully as he does. Last night when you were talking about Pigrogromitus and that ridiculous stuff about the Vapians and the equinoctial thing—that was brilliant fooling. I sent you sixpence for your lover. Did you get it?
clowns voice is amazing id pay for his legs & voice that stuff you said about pigrogromitus? genius did you get the sixpence?
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.
I did appreciate your gift generously, for Malvolio's nose is no riding rod. My lady has a pretty white hand, and the Myrmidons are no cheap taverns.
I totally appreciated your gift—Malvolio's nose isn't some tool, my lady's got a pretty white hand, and the Myrmidons aren't run-down bars.
thanks for the gift malvolio's nose isnt a tool lady's hand is nice
Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a
song.
Excellent! That's the best fooling there is, when everything is said and done. Now, let's have a song.
Amazing! That's the best fooling you can get, honestly. Let's get a song going.
thats the best fooling ever lets get a song
Come on, there is sixpence for you. Let’s have a song.
Come on, here's sixpence for you. Let's have a song.
Come on, here's sixpence. Let's sing a song.
heres sixpence lets sing
There’s a testril of me too: if one knight give a—
There's a small coin from me too—if one knight gives...
I've got a coin too—if a knight offers...
ive got money too
Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
Would you like a love song or a song about the good life?
You want a love song or a song about living good?
love song or about the good life?
A love-song, a love-song.
A romance song, a romance song.
Give us one about love, please.
love song love song
Ay, ay. I care not for good life.
CLOWN. [_sings._]
_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._
Yes, yes. I don't care about the good life. [The Clown sings:] Oh my love, where are you going? Oh stay and listen—your true love is coming, Who can sing both high and low. Don't wander further, pretty darling. Journeys end when lovers meet, Every smart man's son knows this.
Yeah, yeah. I'm not interested in the good life. [The Clown sings:] Hey beautiful, where are you heading? Stay here and listen—your real love is on the way, And I can sing both high and low. Stop wandering, sweetheart. When you travel, you end up at love, Every wise guy knows that.
dont care bout good life listen—your love is coming i can sing high or low stop wandering pretty thing travel ends in love everyone knows that
Excellent good, i’ faith.
Excellent, truly.
That was excellent, really.
so good
Good, good.
Good, good.
good, good.
Good, good.
_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._
What is love? It's not something in the future. Present happiness brings present laughter. What's coming is still uncertain. In waiting there is no abundance. So come kiss me, sweet at twenty. Youth is a thing that will not last.
What is love anyway? It's not about tomorrow. Today's joy brings today's laughter. The future is still uncertain. Waiting gets you nothing. So come kiss me while we're young and beautiful. Youth doesn't last forever.
whats love? not future stuff todays joy = todays laugh future is uncertain waiting = nothing kiss me now youth doesnt last
A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
A sweet voice, as I am a true knight.
A really smooth voice—I swear by my honor.
sweet voice for real
A contagious breath.
A contagious breath.
a contagious breath.
A contagious breath.
Feste's song is a carpe diem poem — seize the day, find your love now, youth doesn't last. In isolation it reads as joyful, even triumphant. But planted in the middle of a play where almost no one can seize anything because everyone is in disguise, under false pretenses, or in love with the wrong person, it becomes a comment on the play's central predicament. 'Journeys end in lovers meeting' — but Viola can't tell Orsino who she is. 'Youth's a stuff will not endure' — but Olivia is spending her youth in symbolic mourning. The song is sung at midnight to two drunken men by a fool whose professional philosophy is memento mori dressed in comic clothing. It's beautiful, and it's melancholy, and the play knows both things at once.
Very sweet and contagious, i’ faith.
Very sweet and contagious, truly.
Wonderful and contagious, really.
sweet & contagious
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?
This is beautiful and sweet all around. But shall we really make such glorious music? Shall we wake the night-owl with a round of singing so powerful it moves someone profoundly? Shall we do it?
This sounds absolutely beautiful. But come on, should we really belt out a round loud enough to wake the owls—something so moving it grabs people's hearts? You in?
this is beautiful. should we sing so loud we wake owls? make ppl feel it?
And you love me, let’s do’t: I am dog at a catch.
If you love me, let's do it. I'm good at a catch.
If you love me, let's go for it. I'm great at singing a catch.
if you love me lets do it im good at this
By’r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
By the Virgin Mary, sir, and some dogs do catch well.
By Mary, some dogs are good at catching.
yeah dogs catch good
Most certain. Let our catch be, “Thou knave.”
Most certainly. Let our catch be "You fool."
For sure. Our catch should be "Hey fool."
definitely lets sing 'you fool'
“Hold thy peace, thou knave” knight? I shall be constrain’d in’t to
call thee knave, knight.
"Be quiet, you fool," knight? I'll be forced to call you a fool, knight.
"Be quiet, you fool," knight? I'm going to have to call you a fool, knight.
'shut up fool' knight? i gotta call you fool too
’Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin,
fool; it begins “Hold thy peace.”
It's not the first time I've forced someone to call me a fool. Begin, fool—it starts with "Be quiet."
This isn't the first time I've made someone call me a fool. Go on, fool—start with "Be quiet."
aint the first time start fool 'be quiet'
I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
I'll never begin if I'm quiet.
I can't start if I'm quiet.
cant start if im quiet
Good, i’ faith! Come, begin.
Good, truly! Come on, begin.
Good point! Come on, let's start.
good point go start
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.
What a loud wailing noise you're making here! If my lady hasn't called up her steward Malvolio and ordered him to throw you out, don't believe me.
What's all this awful noise? If my lady hasn't already called Malvolio to kick you out, I'm lying.
what's with all the noise lady will have malvolio throw u out trust me on this
My lady’s a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio’s a Peg-a-Ramsey, and
My lady is a foreigner, we are clever, Malvolio is a ridiculous tune, and...
My lady's not from around here, we're smart operators, Malvolio's some old tune, and...
ladys not from here were clever malvolio sucks and...
[_Sings._] _Three merry men be we._ Am not I consanguineous? Am I not
of her blood? Tilly-vally! “Lady”! _There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady,
Lady._
The three of us are merry. Am I not your blood relative? Am I not of her family? Nonsense! "Lady"! There lived a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady.
We're three happy guys. Aren't I related to her? Aren't I part of her family? Give me a break! "Lady"! There was this guy in Babylon, Lady, Lady.
three happy guys. i'm family right? come on! guy in babylon lady
Beshrew me, the knight’s in admirable fooling.
I swear, the knight is fooling admirably.
I swear, the knight's doing amazing foolish stuff.
swear the knights hilarious
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.
Yes, he does it well if he's in the mood, and so do I. He does it with more grace, but I do it more naturally.
Yeah, he's good when he's feeling it, and I'm good too. He's got more style, but I'm more natural.
he does it well i do too he's got style i'm natural
[_Sings._] _O’ the twelfth day of December—_
On the twelfth day of December—
Picture this: it's the twelfth of December—
dec 12th
For the love o’ God, peace!
For God's sake, be quiet!
For God's sake, shut up!
please just be quiet
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?
My masters, are you insane? What is wrong with you? Don't you have any intelligence, manners, or decency except to chatter like traveling tinkers at this time of night? Are you turning my lady's house into a tavern, that you squeak out your shoemakers' songs without any softening of your voice? Don't you have any respect for place, people, or time?
You guys crazy? What's wrong with you? You've got no sense, no manners, no decency—just chattering away like traveling tinkers in the middle of the night? You're turning this house into a bar and caterwauling like drunks. Don't you respect anything?
are you insane? no manners no decency its the middle of the night stop making this a bar
We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
We did keep rhythm in our songs, sir. Shut up!
We kept good time with our singing, sir. Now shut it.
we kept rhythm shut up
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, and it would please you to take leave of
her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
Sir Toby, I must be direct with you. My lady told me to tell you that while she shelters you as her relative, she has nothing to do with your disorderly behavior. If you can separate yourself from your bad conduct, you're welcome in this house. If not, and if you'd like to take your leave, she's very willing to say goodbye.
Sir Toby, I need to be straight with you. My lady says that even though you're her relative and she lets you stay, she's not okay with your crazy behavior. If you can clean up your act, you're welcome here. Otherwise, she's happy to show you the door.
toby be straight lady tolerates you but not your wild behavior fix it or leave
[_Sings._] _Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone._
Goodbye, my love, because I must leave.
Goodbye, sweetheart, I have to go.
bye sweetheart. gotta go
Maria is the sharpest tactician in Twelfth Night, and the play partially obscures this by putting her in a serving position. She out-puns Feste in 1-5 (the 'points' / 'gaskins' joke). She identifies Malvolio's specific psychological vulnerability more precisely than anyone, including Olivia. She executes the letter plot without a single mistake. And she does all of this while appearing to be managing other people's chaos. The play rewards her intelligence at the end with a marriage to Sir Toby — which is either a prize or a punishment, depending on how you read it. What's clear is that the revenge plot she designs and executes is the most sophisticated con in the play: targeted, patient, and perfectly calibrated to its victim.
Nay, good Sir Toby.
No, good Sir Toby.
No, Sir Toby, come on.
no toby
[_Sings._] _His eyes do show his days are almost done._
His eyes reveal that his life is nearly over.
You can see in his eyes that he doesn't have much time left.
his eyes show he's almost done
Is’t even so?
Is that really the case?
Is that how it is?
is that rly how it is?
[_Sings._] _But I will never die._
Yet I will persist living forever.
But I'm never going to die.
nah i ain't dying
[_Sings._] _Sir Toby, there you lie._
Sir Toby, there you're lying.
Sir Toby, you're full of it.
sir toby ur lying
This is much credit to you.
This is a great honor to you.
You should be very proud.
great honor for you
[_Sings._] _Shall I bid him go?_
Should I tell him to leave?
Should I tell him to get out?
tell him to bounce?
[_Sings._] _What and if you do?_
What if you do?
But what happens if you actually go through with it?
if u do tho
[_Sings._] _Shall I bid him go, and spare not?_
Should I tell him to leave and show no mercy?
Should I tell him to go without any mercy?
tell him to go. no mercy
[_Sings._] _O, no, no, no, no, you dare not._
Oh no, no, no, no, you would not dare.
No way, no way, no way, no way, you're not going to do it.
no no no no you won't
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?
Out of tune? Sir, you're lying. Are you more than a steward? Do you think that because you're virtuous, there won't be any more cakes and ale?
Out of tune? Sir, you're wrong. Are you anything more than a steward? You think being good means nobody gets to have fun and drink anymore?
youre out of tune your just a steward being good means no fun?
Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i’ the mouth too.
Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger will be spicy in the mouth too.
Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger will still be hot on the tongue.
yeah ginger stays hot
Th’art i’ the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. A stoup of
wine, Maria!
You're right. Go on, sir, polish your steward's chain with crumbs. A cup of wine, Maria!
You're absolutely right. Go on, polish your chain with crumbs like a dog. Wine, Maria!
youre right polish your chain fool wine maria!
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.
Mistress Mary, if you valued my lady's favor more than contempt, you wouldn't enable this rude behavior. She'll hear about it, I swear it.
Mistress Mary, if you actually cared about my lady's opinion, you wouldn't help these guys act so wild. She's going to find out about this.
mary if you cared you wouldnt help them lady will know
Go shake your ears.
Get out of here.
Get lost.
get out
’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.
It would be as good a deed as giving drink to a hungry man to challenge him to a fight and then break your promise and make a fool of him.
It'd be kind of like giving a hungry man a drink—challenge him to a fight, then back out and humiliate him.
like feeding hungry man then challenge fight then chicken out make him look stupid
Do’t, knight. I’ll write thee a challenge; or I’ll deliver thy
indignation to him by word of mouth.
Do it, knight. I'll write him a challenge letter, or I'll tell him your anger face to face.
Go for it, knight. I'll write him a challenge letter, or I'll tell him myself how furious you are.
do it knight ill write challenge or tell him youre mad
Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight. Since the youth of the Count’s
was today 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.
Be patient tonight, Sir Toby. The Count's young servant was here today with my lady and she's been very upset. Let me handle Malvolio. If I don't trick him into becoming a laughingstock and make him the joke of everyone, don't believe I'm clever enough to sleep peacefully. I know I can do it.
Be patient tonight, Sir Toby. The Count's servant visited my lady today and she's been really upset. Let me deal with Malvolio. If I can't fool him into becoming everyone's laughingstock, then I'm not as smart as I think. But I will.
be patient toby lady's upset let me handle malvolio ill make him a joke i got this
Possess us, possess us, tell us something of him.
Tell us, tell us what you know about him.
Tell us something about him. Come on.
tell us about him
Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.
Well, sir, sometimes he acts like a Puritan.
You know, he puts on a puritanical act from time to time.
hes kinda puritan sometimes
O, if I thought that, I’d beat him like a dog.
Oh, if I thought that, I'd beat him senseless.
Oh, if that were true, I'd beat him hard.
id beat him if thats true
What, for being a Puritan? Thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
What, for being a Puritan? Your brilliant reasoning, dear knight?
What, for being a Puritan? What's your amazing logic there, knight?
why? because hes puritan? whats your reason?
'I was adored once too' is the line directors dread and treasure simultaneously. It lands in the middle of Sir Toby's breezy self-congratulation about Maria's feelings for him — and it punctures the whole comic night with a sudden access of real feeling. Sir Andrew isn't accusing anyone. He's not asking for sympathy. He's just noting a fact. The comedy of Andrew throughout this play — his inability to understand jokes, his beef-eating, his proud boasting about dancing skills he doesn't have — all of it takes a different color after this line. He came to Illyria to woo Olivia, which was always a fantasy. He's being defrauded of his money by Sir Toby, which he suspects but ignores. And somewhere in his past was a moment of genuine love. The play doesn't tell us more. It doesn't need to.
I have no exquisite reason for’t, but I have reason good enough.
I don't have a brilliant reason for it, but I have a good enough reason.
I don't have a fancy reason, but I've got a good one.
no fancy reason but good enough
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 excellencies, 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.
He's not a Puritan at all, just someone who adapts to whoever's in charge. He's an affected fool who memorizes gentlemanly manners and spouts them in large chunks. He thinks so highly of himself, is so full of what he thinks are great qualities, that he believes everyone who sees him loves him. And that vanity of his will give my revenge plenty to work with.
He's not a Puritan, just someone who goes along with whatever. He's an affected idiot who memorizes how to act classy and shows it off in huge chunks. He's so full of himself, thinks he's so amazing, that he believes everyone who looks at him loves him. And his arrogance is exactly what I need to play with.
not puritan just a yes-man affected & full of himself thinks everyone loves him thats where ill get him
What wilt thou do?
What will you do?
What are you going to do?
what u gonna do?
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.
I'll drop some mysterious love letters in his way where, by describing the color of his beard, the shape of his leg, his walk, the expression in his eyes, forehead, and skin tone, he'll find himself portrayed so vividly. I can write just like your niece; if it's old enough, we can barely tell our handwriting apart.
I'll leave some mysterious love letters where he finds them. I'll describe his beard color, his legs, the way he walks, his face—he'll recognize himself perfectly. I write just like your niece. If the handwriting is old enough, nobody can tell us apart.
ill leave mystery love letters describe his beard legs walk face he'll recognize himself i write like your niece
Excellent! I smell a device.
Excellent! I smell a trick.
Excellent! I can smell a scheme brewing.
excellent i smell a plan
I have’t in my nose too.
I smell it too.
Yeah, I'm picking up on it as well.
i smell it
He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from
my niece, and that she is in love with him.
He'll think, from the letters you drop, that they come from my niece and that she's in love with him.
He's going to think those letters are from your niece and that she's falling for him.
hell think letters from niece shell think she loves him
My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.
My purpose is indeed exactly that.
That's exactly what I'm planning.
exactly what im planning
And your horse now would make him an ass.
And your plan would make him into a complete idiot.
And that plan would make him look like a complete fool.
and thatd make him an ass
Ass, I doubt not.
An idiot, no doubt.
A fool, no doubt.
definitely an ass
O ’twill be admirable!
Oh, it will be amazing!
Oh, that'll be incredible!
thats gonna be amazing
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.
A truly royal entertainment, I promise you. I know my trick will work on him. I'll position you two, and let the fool be the third, where he'll find the letter. Watch how he interprets it. For tonight, go to bed and dream about how it turns out. Goodbye.
It'll be the best entertainment ever, trust me. My plan will work on him. I'll plant you two and the fool as a third person where he finds the letter. Watch how he reads it. Go to bed tonight and dream about what happens. Bye.
great plan ill plant you guys he'll find letter watch him interpret it night dreams of results
Good night, Penthesilea.
Good night, Penthesilea.
good night, penthesilea.
Good night, Penthesilea.
Before me, she’s a good wench.
I swear, she's a good girl.
She's a good woman, I swear.
shes good
She’s a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o’ that?
She's a true-bred hunting dog, and one who adores me. So what?
She's a genuine little hunting dog and she adores me. What's your point?
shes a true dog she adores me so what?
I was adored once too.
There was a time when people loved me like that.
I had my moment of being loved too.
used to be loved too
Let’s to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.
Let's go to bed, knight. You need to send for more money.
Let's get to bed, knight. You should send for more money.
lets sleep get more money
If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
If I can't win your niece, I'm in a bad situation.
If I can't win your niece over, I'm in big trouble.
if i dont win niece im screwed
Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i’ th’ end, call me cut.
Send for money, knight. If you don't have her in the end, you can call me a fool.
Send for money, knight. If you don't win her, you can call me a fool.
send for money if you dont win her call me an idiot
If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
If I don't, never believe me again, interpret it however you want.
If I don't send for money, never believe me again.
if i dont never believe me
Come, come, I’ll go burn some sack, ’tis too late to go to bed now.
Come, knight, come, knight.
Come on, I'll go heat some wine. It's too late to go to bed now. Come on, knight, come on, knight.
Come on, let's heat up some wine. It's too late for bed anyway. Come on, knight, come on.
lets heat some wine too late for bed come on
The Reckoning
The comic scenes in this play do real structural work. This one gives us three things: Feste's song, which is a genuine meditation on carpe diem; the Toby/Malvolio confrontation, which is the funniest thing in Act 2 and also the moment the revenge plot becomes inevitable; and Maria's plan, which is the real engine of the middle of the play. Malvolio comes in to restore order. He gets 'Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?' That question has echoed for four hundred years because it's not just a drunk man's defiance — it's a genuine challenge. And then he leaves, and Maria proposes the letter, and Sir Andrew says 'I was adored once too,' which is the saddest sentence in the play.
If this happened today…
It's 2 AM. Your coworkers are in the office kitchen making incredible noise — singing, calling each other philosophers, having the time of their lives. Your humorless supervisor appears and tells you all to go home. One of your coworkers looks him dead in the eye and says, 'Just because you're virtuous doesn't mean fun is illegal.' The supervisor leaves. The coworker says, 'I have a plan to absolutely destroy him.' The third coworker says, quietly, 'I used to be popular.'