Sir Andrew Sir Toby Fabian Maria Malvolio
In the garden of Olivia's house, Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria—along with Fabian, one of Olivia’s servants—prepare to play their practical joke onMalvolio. Maria has written a letter carefully designed to trick him into thinking that Olivia is in love with him.
I know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him
Lie thou there [putting down letter] for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling
*They hide, then enters Malvolio*
*walking, speaking to himself about his love for Olivia, then sees the letter*
what employment have we here?
*Picks up the letter and begins to read it* By my life, this is my lady's hand! These be her very c's, her u's, and her tis, and thus she makes great p's.
*aside* Her c's, her u's, and her t's. Why that?
"to the unknown beloved" ... that's me!!!
*laughing from behind bushes*
“M.O.A.I.” This simulation is not as theformer, and yet to crush this a little, it would bowto me, for every one of these letters are in my name.
Malvolio continues to read the letter, and reads requests from "Olivia" asking that he come see her wearing cross gartered yellow stockings with a huge smile on his face.
The irony in this is thatIt turns out Olivia actually hates the color yellow, can’t stand to see crossed garters, and doesn’t want anybody smiling around her right now, since she is still officially in mourning from her brothers death.
She did commend my yellow stockings of late, shedid praise my leg being cross-gartered, and in thisshe manifests herself to my love and, with a kind ofinjunction, drives me to these habits of her liking.
*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 presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.
Jove, I thank thee! I will smile. I will do everythingthat thou wilt have me.*Malvolio exits scene*
*Talking about Maria*I could marry this wench for this device.
So could I too.
Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
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 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.
To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devilof wit!
They exit, heading off to go watch Malvolio make a fool of himself in front of Olivia.