Twelfth Night, or What You Will: Act 2, Scene 5 Translation

A side-by-side translation of Act 2, Scene 5 of Twelfth Night, or What You Will from the original Shakespeare into modern English.

  Original Text

 Translated Text

  Source: Folger Shakespeare Library

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

TOBY Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.

FABIAN Nay, I’ll come. If I lose a scruple of this sport,
let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

TOBY Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? 5

FABIAN I would exult, man. You know he brought me
out o’ favor with my lady about a bearbaiting here.

TOBY To anger him, we’ll have the bear again, and we
will fool him black and blue, shall we not, Sir
Andrew? 10

ANDREW An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

In Olivia's garden, Toby and Aguecheek hang out with Fabian, who worries that he'll get in trouble again if he helps them trick Malvolio. Seems Malvolio told on Fabian earlier for holding a bear-baiting contest at Olivia's place. (Bear-baiting was a popular Elizabethan blood sport, where bears were tied up to a stake and forced to fight unleashed dogs.)

Toby Belch says not to worry—they'll make Malvolio pay for being such a drag.

Enter Maria.

TOBY Here comes the little villain.—How now, my
metal of India?

MARIA Get you all three into the boxtree. Malvolio’s
coming down this walk. He has been yonder i’ the 15
sun practicing behavior 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! They hide. Lie
thou there putting down the letter, for here comes 20
the trout that must be caught with tickling.

She exits.

Maria enters and tells the men Malvolio has been hanging out alone practicing acting super cool for the past half hour. 

Now he's headed this way, and she knows the letter she wrote is going to make him act like an even bigger fool. She tells everyone to hide behind a tree and put the letter on the ground for Malvolio to find.

Enter Malvolio.

MALVOLIO ’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 25
more exalted respect than anyone else that follows
her. What should I think on ’t?

TOBY, aside Here’s an overweening rogue.

FABIAN, aside O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare
turkeycock of him. How he jets under his advanced 30
plumes!

ANDREW, aside ’Slight, I could so beat the rogue!

TOBY, aside Peace, I say.

MALVOLIO To be Count Malvolio.

TOBY, aside Ah, rogue! 35

ANDREW, aside Pistol him, pistol him!

TOBY, aside Peace, peace!

MALVOLIO There is example for ’t. The lady of the
Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

ANDREW, aside Fie on him, Jezebel! 40

FABIAN, aside O, peace, now he’s deeply in. Look how
imagination blows him.

MALVOLIO Having been three months married to her,
sitting in my state—

TOBY, aside O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! 45

MALVOLIO Calling my officers about me, in my
branched velvet gown, having come from a daybed
where I have left Olivia sleeping—

TOBY, aside Fire and brimstone!

FABIAN, aside O, peace, peace! 50

MALVOLIO And then to have the humor 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—

TOBY, aside Bolts and shackles! 55

FABIAN, aside O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.

MALVOLIO 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 my—some
rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me— 60

TOBY, aside Shall this fellow live?

FABIAN, aside Though our silence be drawn from us
with cars, yet peace!

MALVOLIO I extend my hand to him thus, quenching
my familiar smile with an austere regard of 65
control—

TOBY, aside And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the
lips then?

MALVOLIO Saying, “Cousin Toby, my fortunes, having
cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of 70
speech—”

TOBY, aside What, what?

MALVOLIO “You must amend your drunkenness.”

TOBY, aside Out, scab!

FABIAN, aside Nay, patience, or we break the sinews 75
of our plot!

MALVOLIO “Besides, you waste the treasure of your
time with a foolish knight—”

ANDREW, aside That’s me, I warrant you.

MALVOLIO “One Sir Andrew.” 80

ANDREW, aside I knew ’twas I, for many do call me
fool.

Malvolio enters the garden talking to himself. 

First he says he thinks Maria wants him, and then he fantasizes about being married to Olivia. That would make him a Count who could boss around Sir Toby and his raucous little crew. 

He imagines telling Toby he has to change his behavior and stop spending so much time with that foolish knight, Andrew. 

Toby and Aguecheek can hardly contain their laughter and their anger at Malvolio's audacity, but they (and Fabian) keep hushing one another to keep from being discovered and ruining the plan. 

MALVOLIO, seeing the letter What employment have
we here?

FABIAN, aside Now is the woodcock near the gin. 85

TOBY, aside O, peace, and the spirit of humors intimate
reading aloud to him.

MALVOLIO, taking up the letter By my life, this is my
lady’s hand! These be her very c’s, her u’s, and her
t’s, and thus she makes her great P’s. It is in 90
contempt of question her hand.

ANDREW, aside Her c’s, her u’s, and her t’s. Why that?

MALVOLIO 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 95
she uses to seal—’tis my lady! He opens the letter.
To whom should this be?

FABIAN, aside This wins him, liver and all.

MALVOLIO reads
"Jove knows I love,
But who? 100
Lips, do not move;
No man must know."

“No man must know.” What follows? The numbers
altered. “No man must know.” If this should be
thee, Malvolio! 105

TOBY, aside Marry, hang thee, brock!

MALVOLIO reads
"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." 110

FABIAN, aside A fustian riddle!

TOBY, aside Excellent wench, say I.

MALVOLIO “M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.” Nay, but first
let me see, let me see, let me see.

FABIAN, aside What dish o’ poison has she dressed 115
him!

TOBY, aside And with what wing the staniel checks
at it!

MALVOLIO “I may command where I adore.” Why, she
may command me; I serve her; she is my lady. Why, 120
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.”—

TOBY, aside O, ay, make up that.—He is now at a cold 125
scent.

FABIAN, aside Sowter will cry upon ’t for all this,
though it be as rank as a fox.

Malvolio finds the letter and thinks right away that it's written in Olivia's handwriting. Maria is obviously pretty good at forgery. 

As he reads, he sees that the letter is a kind of riddle about who Olivia loves. Being arrogant, he immediately thinks it could be him. He finds a way to make all the clues fit except the part of the letter that says that "M.A.O.I" is the person Olivia loves.

Toby says Maria has outdone herself. She really is an excellent wench. 

Malvolio is intent on figuring out the meaning of the letters, and the men continue to look on from their hiding spot, barely able to contain themselves.

MALVOLIO “M”—Malvolio. “M”—why, that begins
my name! 130

FABIAN, aside Did not I say he would work it out? The
cur is excellent at faults.

MALVOLIO “M.” But then there is no consonancy in
the sequel that suffers under probation. “A” should
follow, but “O” does. 135

FABIAN, aside And “O” shall end, I hope.

TOBY, aside Ay, or I’ll cudgel him and make him cry
“O.”

MALVOLIO And then “I” comes behind.

FABIAN, aside Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you 140
might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes
before you.

MALVOLIO “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. 145
Soft, here follows prose.

He 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 150
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. 155
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 160
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 165
will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance,
I will be point-devise 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 170
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 175
the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be
praised! Here is yet a postscript.

He 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 180
presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee."

Jove, I thank thee! I will smile. I will do everything
that thou wilt have me.

He exits.

Malvolio works on the letters for a bit and decides that since his name starts with M, and since the rest of the letters are in his name, "M.A.O.I." must be him. Oh joy! Olivia loves him. 

He reads the rest of the letter and finds it full of instructions. 

If Malvolio loves Olivia, he should start acting like a nobleman immediately. True, she's of a higher class than he is, but some people are born into the high class, and others get there in other ways. If he's going to be her guy, he needs to start bossing people around and talking politics so he can get used to being a Count. 

Also, to show that he loves Olivia, he should wear those yellow stockings she likes with criss-cross lacings over them. 

Of course, if he's not interested, he can just keep acting like a lowly steward and she'll understand. 

Malvolio is psyched and ready to go. 

He reads the postscript, which says that even as he argues with everyone else (to prove how much above them he is), he should always smile at Olivia, even when she seems sad. 

"I'll do it! I'll do it all!" Malvolio cries, and he's off. 

FABIAN I will not give my part of this sport for a
pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. 185

TOBY I could marry this wench for this device.

ANDREW So could I too.

TOBY And ask no other dowry with her but such
another jest.

ANDREW Nor I neither. 190

Enter Maria.

FABIAN Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

TOBY Wilt thou set thy foot o’ my neck?

ANDREW Or o’ mine either?

TOBY Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip and become
thy bondslave? 195

ANDREW I’ faith, or I either?

TOBY Why, thou hast put him in such a dream that
when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.

MARIA Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?

TOBY Like aqua vitae with a midwife. 200

MARIA 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 color
she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests;
and he will smile upon her, which will now 205
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.

TOBY To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil 210
of wit!

ANDREW I’ll make one, too.

They exit.

The men are so impressed with Maria's scheme that they all want to marry her. 

When Maria comes in, she asks if it worked, and they all shower her with praise. 

Then she laughs and says they have to see Malvolio the next time he talks to Olivia. He's going to have on yellow stockings (and Olivia hates yellow). Plus, he'll be wearing those criss-crossed laces, a fashion Olivia abhors. 

Plus, he's going to be smiling at her like a fool when she's in a despondent mood. She'll be so annoyed with him, but he won't get it, because the letter said he should keep on smiling away no matter how upset she seems to be. 

In short: it's going to be great.