No Fear Shakespeare
Twelfth Night
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 3, Scene 1, Page 7
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Have you not set mine honor at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
Enough is shown. A cypress, not a bosom,
Hides my heart. So, let me hear you speak.
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Haven’t you totally dismissed my honor and integrity in your anger? For someone as intelligent as you the situation must be clear enough. I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve, and I can’t hide my feelings. So let me hear what you have to say.
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VIOLA
I pity you.
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VIOLA
I feel sorry for you.
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OLIVIA
That’s a degree to love.
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OLIVIA
That’s a step in the direction of love.
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VIOLA
No, not a grize. For ’tis a vulgar proof
That very oft we pity enemies.
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VIOLA
No, not at all. It’s a perfectly ordinary experience for us to feel sorry for our enemies.
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OLIVIA
Why then methinks ’tis time to smile again.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf! (clock strikes)
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you.
And yet when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man.
There lies your way, due west.
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OLIVIA
Well, enough of my whining then. That’s that! I was getting carried away with fantasies I didn’t deserve to have. But I should consider myself lucky. It’s much better to be destroyed by a noble enemy than by a cruel and heartless one. (a clock strikes) Listen to that, the clock’s scolding me for wasting my time loving you. Don’t worry, young man, I won’t stalk you. And when you’re older and wiser and ready for marriage, your future wife will have a fine husband. There’s the way back home for you, due west.
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VIOLA
Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship!
You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
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VIOLA
Then west is where I’m headed! I wish you all the best. You do
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OLIVIA
Stay, I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.
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OLIVIA
Stay, Please, tell me what you think of me.
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VIOLA
That you do think you are not what you are.
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VIOLA
I think you’re denying what you really are.
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OLIVIA
If I think so, I think the same of you.
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OLIVIA
If that’s true, I think the same thing about you.
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VIOLA
Then think you right: I am not what I am.
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VIOLA
You’re right. I am not what I am.
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OLIVIA
I would you were as I would have you be!
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OLIVIA
I wish you were what I wanted you to be!
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