Roger Warren and Stanley Wells (eds), The Oxford Shakespeare: Twelfth Night, or What You Will
Critical ApparatusEnter Duke Orsino, Viola as Cesario, Curio, and Editor’s NoteothersEditor’s Note
orsino Give me some music. Now good morrow, friends.
Editor’s NoteNow good Cesario, but that piece of song,pg 134
Editor’s NoteThat old and antic song we heard last night.
Editor’s NoteMethought it did relieve my passion much,
Editor’s Note5More than light airs and recollected terms
Editor’s NoteOf these most brisk and giddy-pacèd times.
Come, but one verse.
curio He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.10
orsino Who was it?Editor’s Note
curio Feste the jester, my lord, a fool that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.Critical Apparatus
orsino Seek him out, and play the tune the while.Exit Curio Music plays (To Viola)
Come hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love,
15In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
For such as I am, all true lovers are,
Editor’s NoteUnstaid and skittish in all motions else
Editor’s NoteSave in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
orsino Thou dost speak masterly.
My life upon't, young though thou art thine eye
Editor’s NoteHath stayed upon some favour that it loves.
Editor’s NoteHath it not, boy?
viola A little, by your favour.Editor’s Note25
orsino What kind of woman is't?
viola Of your complexion.
orsino She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith?
viola About your years, my lord.
orsino Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take
Editor’s NoteAn elder than herself, so wears she to him;
Editor’s Note30So sways she level in her husband's heart.
For boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Editor’s NoteOur fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
Editor’s NoteThan women's are.
viola I think it well, my lord.pg 136 35
orsino Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Editor’s NoteOr thy affection cannot hold the bent;
Editor’s NoteFor women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.
viola And so they are. Alas that they are so:
40To die even when they to perfection grow.Critical ApparatusEnter Curio and Feste the clown
orsino (to Feste) O fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Mark it Cesario, it is old and plain.
Editor’s NoteThe spinsters and the knitters in the sun,
Editor’s NoteAnd the free maids that weave their thread with bones,
Editor’s Note45Do use to chant it. It is silly sooth,
Editor’s NoteAnd dallies with the innocence of love,
Editor’s NoteLike the old age.
feste Are you ready, sir?Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus50
feste (sings) Come away, come away death,
Editor’s NoteAnd in sad cypress let me be laid.
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
55O prepare it.
Editor’s NoteMy part of death no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strewn.
60Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
Critical ApparatusA thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
65To weep there.
feste No pains, sir, I take pleasure in singing, sir.
orsino I'll pay thy pleasure then.
feste Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or 70another.Editor’s Note
orsino Give me now leave to leave thee.Editor’s Note
feste Now the melancholy god protect thee, and the tailor Editor’s Notemake thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is Editor’s Notea very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to Editor’s Note75sea, that their business might be everything, and their Editor’s Noteintent everywhere, for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.ExitEditor’s NoteCritical Apparatus
orsino Let all the rest give place.Exeunt Curio and others
Once more, Cesario,pg 139
Editor’s NoteGet thee to yon same sovereign cruelty.
Editor’s Note80Tell her my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands.
Editor’s NoteThe parts that fortune hath bestowed upon her
Editor’s NoteTell her I hold as giddily as fortune;
Editor’s NoteBut 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
Editor’s Note85That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
viola But if she cannot love you, sir?
viola Sooth, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
90As you have for Olivia. You cannot love her.
You tell her so. Must she not then be answered?
orsino There is no woman's sides
Editor’s NoteCan bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
Editor’s Note95So big, to hold so much. They lack retention.
Editor’s NoteAlas, their love may be called appetite,
Editor’s NoteNo motion of the liver, but the palate,pg 140
Editor’s NoteBut mine is all as hungry as the sea,
100And can digest as much. Make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me
Editor’s NoteAnd that I owe Olivia.
viola Ay, but I know—
orsino What dost thou know?105
viola Too well what love women to men may owe.
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman
Editor’s NoteI should your lordship.
orsino And what's her history?Editor’s Note110
viola A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud,
Editor’s NoteFeed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
Editor’s NoteAnd with a green and yellow melancholy
Editor’s NoteShe sat like patience on a monument,
115Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more, but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.
orsino But died thy sister of her love, my boy?120
viola I am all the daughters of my father's house,pg 141
And all the brothers too; and yet I know not.
Sir, shall I to this lady?Critical ApparatusExeunt severally
orsino Ay, that's the theme,
Editor’s NoteTo her in haste, give her this jewel, say
Editor’s NoteMy love can give no place, bide no denay.