Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
Come along, Signior Fabian.
Let's go, Fabian.
come on fabian
Nay, I’ll come. If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to
death with melancholy.
No, I'll come. If I miss even a tiny bit of this fun, let me die from sadness.
I'm coming. If I miss any of this, I'll literally die of boredom.
im coming. gotta see this or ill die
Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter
come by some notable shame?
Wouldn't you love to see this cheap, contemptible coward suffer some serious shame?
Don't you want to see that stingy jerk get totally humiliated?
you wanna watch that cheap loser get shamed?
I would exult, man. You know he brought me out o’ favour with my lady
about a bear-baiting here.
I would celebrate, man. You know he made my lady angry with me over a bear-baiting event here.
I'd be thrilled, man. He got me in trouble with my lady because of some bear-baiting business.
id be so happy. he got me in trouble w my lady over that bear thing
To anger him we’ll have the bear again, and we will fool him black and
blue, shall we not, Sir Andrew?
To make him angry, we'll get the bear again, and we'll beat him up really badly, right, Sir Andrew?
We'll get the bear back to piss him off, and we'll kick his ass hard, won't we Sir Andrew?
lets get the bear again & beat him til hes blue. right?
And we do not, it is pity of our lives.
And if we don't, it would be a waste of our lives.
And if we don't, it'll be the biggest waste ever.
if we dont its the biggest waste ever
Here comes the little villain. How now, my metal of India?
Here comes the little troublemaker. How are you, my precious one?
Here comes the little troublemaker. What's up, you treasure?
here comes the little troublemaker. hey gorgeous
Get ye all three into the box-tree. Malvolio’s coming down this walk;
he has been yonder i’ the sun practising behaviour to his own shadow
this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I know this
letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of
jesting! [_The men hide themselves._] Lie thou there; [_Throws down a
letter_] for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
All three of you, get into the hedge. Malvolio's coming this way; he's been standing over there in the sun practicing his behavior with his own shadow for half an hour: watch him for fun; because I know this letter will make him into a daydreaming fool. Hide, in the name of the joke! Lie there; for here comes the fish that must be caught by tickling him.
You three, hide in the bushes. Malvolio's coming down the path; he's been out there in the sun practicing his swagger with his own shadow for the past thirty minutes: watch him because it's funny; I'm telling you, this letter's going to turn him into a total idiot. Quick, hide! Here's the letter; and here comes the sucker who'll fall for our trap.
all of u hide in the bush. malvolio's coming & hes been practicing his moves w/ his shadow for like an hour lol. watch him. this letter will destroy him. quick!
’Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me,
and I have heard herself come thus near, that should she fancy, it
should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more
exalted respect than anyone else that follows her. What should I think
on’t?
It's only luck, everything is luck. Maria once told me she had feelings for me, and I've heard her come close to saying that if she felt love, it would be for someone like me. Besides, she treats me with more exalted respect than anyone else who serves her. What should I make of it?
It's all just luck, everything's luck. Maria told me once she had feelings for me, and I've heard her practically say she'd only love someone like me. Plus, she treats me way better than anyone else who works for her. What am I supposed to think?
its all luck. maria said she liked me. she practically said shed only date someone like me. & she treats me way better than anyone else. wtf?
Here’s an overweening rogue!
What an arrogant scoundrel!
This guy's got some nerve!
this guy's so cocky
O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets
under his advanced plumes!
Be quiet! Daydreaming makes him strut around like a proud turkey; how he shows off with his ruffled feathers!
Shut up! Thinking about it makes him puff up like a turkey; look how he struts around with his chest out!
shhh. he struts like a turkey w his feathers all puffed up lol
’Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
By God's light, I could beat this scoundrel so hard!
I could kick this jerk's ass right now!
i wanna beat this guy up so bad
Peace, I say.
Peace, I say.
peace, i say.
Peace, I say.
To be Count Malvolio.
My goal is to become Count Malvolio.
To become the Count.
become a count
Ah, rogue!
Ah, rogue!
ah, rogue!
Ah, rogue!
Pistol him, pistol him.
Shoot him, shoot him.
Just shoot the guy!
lets shoot him
Peace, peace.
Peace, peace.
peace, peace.
Peace, peace.
There is example for’t. The lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of
the wardrobe.
There's a precedent for it. The lady of Strachy married the wardrobe keeper.
It's happened before. That lady married a wardrobe servant.
it happened b4. lady married the wardrobe guy
Fie on him, Jezebel!
Shame on him, you evil woman!
Shame on you, you wicked woman!
shame on u, jezebel
Maria's letter is worth reading as a piece of craft. It's not generic flattery. Every instruction it contains is calibrated to Malvolio's specific psychology. Tell him to be surly with servants — he already is. Tell him to be rude to kinsmen (Toby) — he wants to do this and only needed permission. Tell him to wear yellow stockings — a style instruction he'd never question coming from Olivia. Tell him to smile — the one instruction that will make him visibly ridiculous to anyone who knows his normal demeanor. The letter doesn't tell him to do things that are hard. It tells him to do what he already wants to do, wrapped in instructions that make him look insane. That's the trap's genius: she's not changing him. She's unlocking him.
O, peace! now he’s deeply in; look how imagination blows him.
Be quiet! Now he's totally hooked; look how his imagination is puffing him up.
Shush! He's got it bad now; look how his daydreaming is inflating his ego.
shh. hes hooked. look how his imagination is puffing him up
Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state—
Having been married to her for three months, sitting in my position of power—
After three months of marriage to her, sitting in my seat of authority—
after 3 months married to her, sitting all powerful—
O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye!
If only I had a catapult to hit him in the eye!
I wish I had a slingshot to smack him right in the eye!
i wish i could hit him in the eye w a catapult
Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come
from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping.
Calling my servants around me, in my embroidered velvet robe; having come from my couch, where I've left Olivia sleeping.
Calling my servants to me, wearing my fancy velvet robe with embroidery; coming from my daybed, where I've left Olivia asleep.
calling my servants in my fancy velvet robe, after i left olivia sleeping
Fire and brimstone!
Fire and brimstone!
fire and brimstone!
Fire and brimstone!
O, peace, peace.
O, peace, peace.
o, peace, peace.
O, peace, peace.
And then to have the humour of state; and after a demure travel of
regard, telling them I know my place as I would they should do theirs,
to ask for my kinsman Toby.
And then to act with the airs of authority; and after a proper look around, telling them I know my position as I would they know theirs, to ask for my cousin Toby.
And then act all high and mighty; and after looking around properly, telling them I know my rank like I expect them to know theirs, and ask for my cousin Toby.
then im all fancy & important, look around properly, tell em i know my place & they shld know theirs, & ask for cousin toby
Bolts and shackles!
Bolts and shackles!
bolts and shackles!
Bolts and shackles!
O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.
Be quiet, quiet, quiet! Now, now.
Shut it, shut it, shut it! Come on, come on.
shhhh shhhh. chill chill
Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him. I frown
the while, and perchance wind up my watch, or play with some rich
jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me—
Seven of my servants, eagerly responding, go off to find him. I frown meanwhile, and maybe wind up my watch, or fiddle with some expensive jewel. Toby approaches; bows respectfully to me—
Seven of my servants jump to it and go looking for him. I'm frowning and maybe winding my watch or playing with some fancy jewel. Toby comes up; he bows to me—
7 servants jump & go get him. i frown & play w my watch or jewels. toby comes & bows to me—
Shall this fellow live?
Should this man be allowed to live?
Should we actually let this guy live?
should we even let him live
Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace!
Even if we had to be dragged away by carts, we must stay silent!
Even if they had to drag us away screaming, we've gotta stay quiet!
even if they drag us away, we gotta shut up
I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an
austere regard of control—
I extend my hand to him like this, suppressing my friendly smile with a stern, controlled expression—
I hold out my hand to him like this, killing my friendly smile with a cold, powerful stare—
i hold out my hand all serious & powerful, not smiling
And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the lips then?
And doesn't Toby give you a punch in the mouth then?
And wouldn't Toby smack you in the face then?
wouldnt toby punch him in the mouth?
Saying ‘Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me
this prerogative of speech—’
Saying 'Cousin Toby, my luck having put me with your niece, give me the right to speak—'
Saying 'Cousin Toby, fate has brought me to your niece, let me say my piece—'
saying 'cousin toby, fate brought me 2 ur niece, let me speak—'
What, what?
What, what?
what, what?
What, what?
‘You must amend your drunkenness.’
'You must fix your drinking habit.'
'You need to stop drinking so much.'
'u gotta stop getting drunk'
Out, scab!
Out, scab!
out, scab!
Out, scab!
Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
No, be patient, or we'll ruin our plan.
Hold on, be patient, or we'll mess up the whole thing.
wait be patient or well ruin everything
‘Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight—’
'Besides, you waste your valuable time on a stupid knight—'
'Plus, you're throwing away your time on an idiot knight—'
'ur wasting ur time on a dumb knight—'
That’s me, I warrant you.
That's me, I assure you.
That's totally me.
thats me
‘One Sir Andrew.’
‘One Sir Andrew.’
‘one sir andrew.’
‘One Sir Andrew.’
I knew ’twas I, for many do call me fool.
I knew it was me, because many people call me a fool.
I knew it was me—lots of people call me that.
i know thats me. ppl call me a fool all the time
Malvolio doesn't believe the letter because it's convincing. He believes it because he wants to. The play gives us the mechanism in painful detail. The M.O.A.I. anagram doesn't spell his name — the letters aren't in sequence. He acknowledges this: 'that suffers under probation.' Then he bends it: 'to crush this a little, it would bow to me.' Then he accepts it: 'every one of these letters are in my name.' He has just watched himself override a correct observation with a desired conclusion. This is not stupidity. It is the specific cognitive failure Olivia diagnosed earlier: self-love so complete that the self becomes the measure of all evidence. He can't believe the letter isn't about him because the universe, as he experiences it, is organized around him.
[_Taking up the letter._] What employment have we here?
What business is here?
What's going on?
what's happening
Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Now the foolish bird is near the trap.
Now the stupid bird is close to the trap.
the fool's walking right into the trap now
O, peace! And the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!
Be quiet! And may the spirit of moods make him read this aloud!
Shut up! And may he read this thing out loud!
shhh. he better read this out loud
By my life, this is my lady’s hand: these be her very C’s, her U’s, and
her T’s, and thus makes she her great P’s. It is in contempt of
question, her hand.
On my life, this is my lady's handwriting: these are her C's, her U's, and her T's, and this is how she writes her P's. It's obviously her hand, without question.
I swear, this is my lady's writing: these are her C's, U's, and T's, and she writes her P's like this. It's definitely her handwriting, no doubt about it.
omg thats her handwriting for sure. those are her c's u's t's & p's. def hers
Her C’s, her U’s, and her T’s. Why that?
Her C's, her U's, and her T's. What's the point?
Her C's, U's, and T's. What's that supposed to mean?
her c's u's t's. y tho?
[_Reads._] _To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes._ Her very
phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with
which she uses to seal: ’tis my lady. To whom should this be?
To the unknown beloved, this and my good wishes. These are exactly her words! Pardon me, wax. Wait! And here is the seal with her Lucrece emblem that she uses to seal - it is my lady's. For whom should this be?
To the unknown beloved, best wishes. Those are definitely her words! Excuse me, let me check the wax seal. That's the mark she uses - her Lucrece - that's hers. It's from my lady. So who is this letter meant for?
to unknown beloved w/ best wishes. those r her exact words. that's her seal lucrece. from my lady. who's it for
This wins him, liver and all.
This wins him over, body and soul.
This gets him completely hooked.
hes totally hooked now
_ Jove knows I love,
But who?
Lips, do not move,
No man must know._
‘No man must know.’ What follows? The numbers alter’d! ‘No man must
know.’—If this should be thee, Malvolio?
Jove knows I'm in love, But who? Lips, stay silent, No one can know. 'No man must know.' What comes after? The verse pattern changed! 'No man must know.'—If this is about you, Malvolio?
God knows I love someone, But who? Keep quiet, No one can find out. 'No one can know.' What's next? The rhythm's different! 'No one can know.'—Is this about you, Malvolio?
jove knows i love someone but who? lips shut. no one can know. no one can know. wait is this about me malvolio?
Marry, hang thee, brock!
By God, you rascal!
Hang on, you sneaky bastard!
wtf u sneaky bastard
_ I may command where I adore,
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;
M.O.A.I. doth sway my life._
I can command where I love, But silence, like Lucrece's knife, Pierces my heart without blood; M.O.A.I. controls my life.
I can order around the one I love, But silence cuts my heart like a knife, A silent wound that kills me inside; M.O.A.I. runs my whole life.
i command who i love but silence kills me inside. moai controls my life
A fustian riddle!
A pretentious, ridiculous riddle!
What pompous nonsense!
pretentious garbage
Excellent wench, say I.
Excellent woman, I say.
What an amazing woman.
shes amazing
‘M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.’—Nay, but first let me see, let me see,
let me see.
'M.O.A.I. controls my life.'—No, but first let me see, let me see, let me see.
'M.O.A.I. runs my life.'—Wait, but let me figure this out, let me think, let me think.
'moai controls my life' wait let me figure this out
What dish o’ poison has she dressed him!
What a poisonous meal she's fed him!
What kind of poison has she fed this guy!
shes feeding him poison
And with what wing the staniel checks at it!
And how a hawk swoops down at it!
And like a hawk diving at prey!
like a hawk diving at its prey
‘I may command where I adore.’ Why, she may command me: I serve her,
she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is
no obstruction in this. And the end—what should that alphabetical
position portend? If I could make that resemble something in me!
Softly! ‘M.O.A.I.’—
'I can command where I love.' Well, she can command me: I serve her, she's my lady. This is obvious to anyone with sense. There's no confusion here. And at the end—what should those letters mean? If I could make them fit me! Wait! 'M.O.A.I.'—
'I can boss around the one I love.' Well, she can boss me around: I work for her, she's my boss. This makes total sense. There's nothing confusing about it. But what about the letters at the end—what could they mean? If only they matched me! Let me think! 'M.O.A.I.'—
'i command who i love' she commands me. i serve her. shes my lady. makes sense. what do those letters mean? if they matched me! moai—
O, ay, make up that:—he is now at a cold scent.
Right, figure that out:—he's lost the trail now.
Yeah, work it out:—he's totally lost the scent now.
yeah work it out—hes lost the scent
Sowter will cry upon’t for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.
A dog will bark at it for sure, even though it's as obvious as a fox.
A dog would pick up on it for sure, even if it's super obvious.
a dog would smell it even if its super obvious
‘M’—Malvolio; ‘M!’ Why, that begins my name!
'M'—Malvolio; 'M!' Well, that's the beginning of my name!
'M'—Malvolio; 'M!' Hey, that's how my name starts!
'm' malvolio m thats my name starting
Did not I say he would work it out? The cur is excellent at faults.
Did I not say he would figure it out? The dog is excellent at tracking scents.
Didn't I tell you he'd get it? This mutt's great at sniffing things out.
didnt i say hed figure it out? hes great at tracking scents
‘M’—But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under
probation: ‘A’ should follow, but ‘O’ does.
'M'—But then the next letters don't match up; that fails when I check it: 'A' should come next, but 'O' does.
'M'—But then the pattern doesn't work out; it doesn't fit when I check: 'A' should come next, but it's 'O'.
'm'—but then the letters dont match up. 'a' should come next but its 'o'
And ‘O’ shall end, I hope.
And 'O' will come at the end, I hope.
And I hope the 'O' comes at the end.
n hopefully 'o' comes at the end
The famous three-part formulation — born great, achieve greatness, greatness thrust upon — has escaped from Twelfth Night and entered the language as wisdom. But in context, it's bait. Maria writes it in a forged letter to make Malvolio believe he is one of the 'thrust upon' — a person whom fortune has unexpectedly elevated. The phrase is psychologically perfect for him. He genuinely believes he is underappreciated, that his excellence has not been recognized, that fortune owes him an upgrade. The letter offers him a narrative in which his condition is not failure but interrupted greatness. He devours it. Four hundred years later, we quote the line without knowing it was written by a fictional serving woman to destroy a fictional pompous steward. The idea is real. Its origin is a con.
Ay, or I’ll cudgel him, and make him cry ‘O!’
Yes, or I'll beat him with a club and make him yell 'O!'
Yeah, or I'll beat him up and make him scream 'O!'
yeah ill beat him til he screams 'o'
And then ‘I’ comes behind.
And then 'I' comes at the end.
And then 'I' comes last.
n then 'i' comes at the end
Ay, and you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at
your heels than fortunes before you.
Yes, and if you had an eye in the back of your head, you'd see more criticism chasing you than good fortune ahead.
Yeah, and if you could see behind you, you'd see more people talking trash about you than good things ahead.
yea if u could see behind u theres more hate than fortune
‘M.O.A.I.’ This simulation is not as the former: and yet, to crush this
a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my
name. Soft, here follows prose.
'M.O.A.I.' This attempt is not like the last one: and yet, if I push it a bit, it would work for me, because all these letters are in my name. Wait, now comes regular text.
'M.O.A.I.' This isn't as perfect as the poetry part: but if I force it a little, it still works, because these letters are all in my name. Hold on, here comes the prose.
'moai' this isnt like the poetry part but it works cuz the letters r in my name. wait prose coming
[_Reads._] _If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above
thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve
greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em. Thy fates open
their hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure
thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear
fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants. Let thy tongue
tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity. She
thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy
yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered. I say,
remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desir’st to be so. If not, let
me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to
touch Fortune’s fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with
thee,
The Fortunate Unhappy._
Daylight and champian discovers not more! This is open. I will be
proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash
off gross acquaintance, I will be point-device, the very man. I do not
now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites
to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of
late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered, and in this she
manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction, drives me
to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be
strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the
swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised!—Here is yet a
postscript. [_Reads._] _Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If
thou entertain’st my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles
become thee well. Therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet,
I prithee._ Jove, I thank thee. I will smile, I will do everything that
thou wilt have me.
[Reads] If this letter reaches you, consider it carefully. My rank places me above you, but do not fear greatness - some are born to it, some achieve it through effort, and some have it thrust upon them. Your fortunes are opening their hands - let your courage and spirit embrace them. To prepare yourself for what you will become, cast off your humble nature and present yourself anew. Be difficult with your kinsman, harsh with servants. Let your speech concern matters of state; adopt an unusual manner. This is how I counsel you - I who long for you. Remember who praised your yellow stockings and desired to see you always cross-gartered. I say, remember. Know this - you are made for greatness if you desire it. If not, remain a steward, lowest of servants, unworthy to touch Fortune's hand. Farewell. I who would exchange places with you, The Fortunate Unhappy. This could not be more obvious! It is completely clear. I will be proud, I will study political works, I will defeat Sir Toby, I will avoid common associates, I will be precise and exact - the very model of a man. I do not fool myself with imagination; all evidence points to one truth: my lady loves me. She recently praised my yellow stockings, she commended my leg when cross-gartered, and by this she declares her love for me, and with a kind of command, compels me toward these clothes she favors. I thank my fortune - I am happy! I will be strange, bold, in yellow stockings and cross-gartered, putting them on with all speed. May Jupiter and my stars be praised! There is yet a postscript. [Reads] You surely know who I am. If you return my love, let it show through your smiling; your smiles become you beautifully. Therefore in my presence, always smile, my dear, I ask you. Jupiter, I thank you. I will smile, I will do everything you wish.
[Reads] If you get this letter, read it carefully. I'm higher up than you socially, but don't be scared of success - some people are born into power, some work for it, and some just luck into it. Your whole future is opening up for you - go for it. To get ready for who you're going to be, drop the whole humble servant thing and reinvent yourself. Be contrary with your family members, be bossy with the staff. Talk about politics and current affairs; be someone who stands out from everyone else. That's what I'm telling you - from someone who's absolutely crazy about you. Don't forget that I loved your yellow stockings and wanted to see you wearing them cross-gartered all the time. Remember that - I really mean it. You're set up for success if you want it. If not, you'll just be a servant forever. Goodbye. Someone who'd trade places with you, Your Fortunate Unhappy Friend. Oh my God, this is staring me right in the face! It's crystal clear. I'm going to be proud now. I'm going to read about politics. I'm going to outwit Sir Toby. I'm going to stop hanging with common people. I'm going to be perfect - completely right for the role. I'm not making things up in my head - everything points to the same conclusion: my lady is in love with me. She just told me how much she loved my yellow stockings, she said my legs looked great cross-gartered, and that shows me how she feels, and basically she's ordering me to wear those clothes because she loves them. I'm so lucky - I'm thrilled! I'm going to be confident, daring, in yellow stockings and cross-gartered, putting it all on right now. Bless my good fortune! Wait, there's also a note at the end. [Reads] Obviously you know who I am. If you like me back, show it with your smile - your smile is beautiful. So whenever I'm around, smile for me, sweetheart, please? Thank God. I'll smile for her. I'll do absolutely everything she wants.
get this letter read it. i'm above u but don't fear success. some born into it some earn it some luck into it. ur future's opening grab it. drop humble thing reinvent urself. be difficult w/ family bossy w/ staff. talk politics stand out. that's from me who's obsessed w/ u. remember i LOVED ur yellow stockings wanted u cross-gartered always. ur set for success. otherwise ur a servant. from someone who'd trade places. SO OBVIOUS. crystal clear. i'm gonna be proud read politics beat sir toby drop common ppl be perfect. everything says my lady loves me. she loved my yellow stockings loved my legs cross-gartered. she's telling me to wear them. i'm lucky i'm thrilled. putting it all on now. p.s. u know who i am. if u like me show it by smiling ur smile is beautiful. smile 4 me always. thx. i'll do everything u want
I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be
paid from the Sophy.
I wouldn't give up my share of this fun for thousands in yearly payments from the Shah of Persia.
I wouldn't give up my share of this prank for a fortune in money from a king.
i wouldnt give up my part of this for any amount of money
I could marry this wench for this device.
I could marry this woman for coming up with this trick.
I'd marry this girl just for this prank.
id marry her just for this prank
So could I too.
I could too.
Me too.
me 2
And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.
And ask for no other bride price but another joke like this.
And I wouldn't even ask for a dowry except another prank like this.
n id only want another prank like this as dowry
Nor I neither.
Nor I neither.
nor i neither.
Nor I neither.
Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Here comes my clever trickster.
Here comes our master prankster.
here comes the master prankster
Wilt thou set thy foot o’ my neck?
Will you put your foot on my neck?
Will you step on me?
will u step on me?
Or o’ mine either?
Or on my neck as well?
Or me too?
or mine 2?
Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave?
Should I gamble away my freedom in a dice game and become your slave?
Should I bet my freedom on a dice game and become your slave?
should i gamble my freedom & become ur slave?
I’ faith, or I either?
Indeed, or I either?
Or me too?
or me 2?
Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when the image of it
leaves him he must run mad.
Well, you've put him in such a daze that when he comes back to reality he'll go crazy.
You've put him in such a fantasy that when he snaps out of it he's gonna lose his mind.
uve got him so dazed when he wakes up hell go crazy
Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?
No, but tell me truthfully, is it working on him?
But seriously, is it actually working on him?
is it actually working tho?
Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.
Like strong alcohol with a midwife.
Like strong liquor with a midwife.
like liquor w a midwife
If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach
before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and ’tis a
colour she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he
will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her
disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot
but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.
If you want to see the results of the prank, watch his first appearance before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, which is a color she hates, and cross-gartered, a style she despises; and he will smile at her, which will be so wrong for her mood, since she's devoted to sadness, that it can only turn him into someone she despises. If you want to see it, follow me.
If you want to see this prank pay off, watch when he first sees my lady: he'll show up in yellow stockings, which she absolutely hates, and with cross-garters, which she thinks is ridiculous; and he'll smile at her, which will be totally weird for someone as depressed as she is, so she's definitely gonna hate him for it. Come on, follow me to watch.
wanna see the prank pay off? hell show up in yellow stockings she hates & cross-garters. hell smile at her but shes sad & hell seem totally gross. come watch
To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!
To the gates of Hell itself, you most brilliant trickster!
I'd follow you to Hell itself, you brilliant schemer!
id follow u to hell u brilliant mastermind
I’ll make one too.
I'll come too.
I'm coming too.
im coming 2
The Reckoning
This is the funniest scene in Twelfth Night, and also the most uncomfortable — because the man being destroyed by it is doing the work himself. Malvolio picks up the letter, and the letter plays him like a fish on a line. Every time he encounters something that doesn't quite fit, he bends the evidence to fit the conclusion he wants. The M.O.A.I. anagram doesn't spell his name, but 'every one of these letters are in my name.' The stockings are a color Olivia hates, but he's convinced she loves them. The cruelty is that the letter doesn't have to be convincing. Malvolio does all the convincing himself.
If this happened today…
You and three friends hide behind some bushes to watch your coworker find a fake love letter you've planted — ostensibly from the CEO. The letter tells him to wear a terrible outfit, be rude to everyone, and smile constantly. He reads it, doesn't question a word of it, and starts making a list of changes. By the end he's thanking God. You can barely contain yourselves.