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 Note1
orsino Give me some music. Now good morrow, friends.
Editor’s Note2Now good Cesario, but that piece of song,pg 134
Editor’s Note3That old and antic song we heard last night.
Editor’s Note4Methought it did relieve my passion much,
Editor’s Note5More than light airs and recollected terms
Editor’s Note6Of these most brisk and giddy-pacèd times.
7Come, but one verse.8
curio He is not here, so please your lordship, that should 9sing it.10
orsino Who was it?Editor’s Note11
curio Feste the jester, my lord, a fool that the lady Olivia's 12father took much delight in. He is about the house.Critical Apparatus13
orsino Seek him out, and play the tune the while.Exit Curio Music plays (To Viola)
14Come hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love,
15In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
16For such as I am, all true lovers are,
Editor’s Note17Unstaid and skittish in all motions else
Editor’s Note18Save in the constant image of the creature
19That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
orsino Thou dost speak masterly.
22My life upon't, young though thou art thine eye
Editor’s Note23Hath stayed upon some favour that it loves.
Editor’s Note24Hath it not, boy?
viola A little, by your favour.Editor’s Note25
orsino What kind of woman is't?
viola Of your complexion.26
orsino She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith?27
viola About your years, my lord.28
orsino Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take
Editor’s Note29An elder than herself, so wears she to him;
Editor’s Note30So sways she level in her husband's heart.
31For boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Editor’s Note32Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
Editor’s Note34Than women's are.
viola I think it well, my lord.pg 136 35
orsino Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Editor’s Note36Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
Editor’s Note37For women are as roses, whose fair flower
38Being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.39
viola And so they are. Alas that they are so:
40To die even when they to perfection grow.Critical ApparatusEnter Curio and Feste the clown41
orsino (to Feste) O fellow, come, the song we had last night.
42Mark it Cesario, it is old and plain.
Editor’s Note43The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,
Editor’s Note44And the free maids that weave their thread with bones,
Editor’s Note45Do use to chant it. It is silly sooth,
Editor’s Note46And dallies with the innocence of love,
Editor’s Note47Like the old age.48
feste Are you ready, sir?Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus50
feste (sings) Come away, come away death,
Editor’s Note51And in sad cypress let me be laid.
53I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
55O prepare it.
Editor’s Note56My part of death no one so true
57Did share it.
58Not a flower, not a flower sweet
59On my black coffin let there be strewn.
60Not a friend, not a friend greet
61My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
Critical Apparatus62A thousand thousand sighs to save,
63Lay me O where
64Sad true lover never find my grave,
65To weep there.67
feste No pains, sir, I take pleasure in singing, sir.68
orsino I'll pay thy pleasure then.69
feste Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or 70another.Editor’s Note71
orsino Give me now leave to leave thee.Editor’s Note72
feste Now the melancholy god protect thee, and the tailor Editor’s Note73make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is Editor’s Note74a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to Editor’s Note75sea, that their business might be everything, and their Editor’s Note76intent everywhere, for that's it that always makes a 77good voyage of nothing. Farewell.ExitEditor’s NoteCritical Apparatus78
orsino Let all the rest give place.Exeunt Curio and others
Once more, Cesario,pg 139
Editor’s Note79Get thee to yon same sovereign cruelty.
Editor’s Note80Tell her my love, more noble than the world,
81Prizes not quantity of dirty lands.
Editor’s Note82The parts that fortune hath bestowed upon her
Editor’s Note83Tell her I hold as giddily as fortune;
Editor’s Note84But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
Editor’s Note85That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.86
viola But if she cannot love you, sir?
viola Sooth, but you must.
88Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
89Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
90As you have for Olivia. You cannot love her.
91You tell her so. Must she not then be answered?92
orsino There is no woman's sides
Editor’s Note93Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
94As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
Editor’s Note95So big, to hold so much. They lack retention.
Editor’s Note96Alas, their love may be called appetite,
Editor’s Note97No motion of the liver, but the palate,pg 140
Editor’s Note99But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
100And can digest as much. Make no compare
101Between that love a woman can bear me
Editor’s Note102And that I owe Olivia.103
viola Ay, but I know—104
orsino What dost thou know?105
viola Too well what love women to men may owe.
106In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
107My father had a daughter loved a man
108As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman
Editor’s Note109I should your lordship.
orsino And what's her history?Editor’s Note110
viola A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
111But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud,
Editor’s Note112Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
Editor’s Note113And with a green and yellow melancholy
Editor’s Note114She sat like patience on a monument,
115Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
116We men may say more, swear more, but indeed
117Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
118Much in our vows, but little in our love.119
orsino But died thy sister of her love, my boy?120
viola I am all the daughters of my father's house,pg 141
121And all the brothers too; and yet I know not.
122Sir, shall I to this lady?Critical ApparatusExeunt severally
orsino Ay, that's the theme,
Editor’s Note123To her in haste, give her this jewel, say
Editor’s Note124My love can give no place, bide no denay.