Act 2 Scene 5 Flashcards
Come thy ways, Signor Fabian.
NIC. IILASOTS, LMBBTDWM.
Nay, I’ll come. If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Fie on him, Jezebel!
OP! NHDI. LHIBH.
O, peace! Now he’s deeply in. Look how imagination blows him.
Fire and brimstone!
OPP!
O, peace, peace!
Bolts and shackles!
OPPP! NN.
O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.
Out scab!
N, P, OWBTSOOP.
Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
(stage directions). [Taking up the letter]
NISWNTG.
Now is the woodcock near the gin.
‘M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.’ Nay, but first, let me see, let me see, let me see.
WDO’PHSDH!
What dish o’ poison has she dressed him!
O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.
SWCUFAT, TIBARAAF.
Sowter will cry upon’t for all this, though it be as
rank as a fox.
M,—Malvolio; M,—why, that begins my name.
DNISHWWIT? TCIEAF.
Did not I say he would work it out? The cur is
excellent at faults.
M,—but then there is no consonancy in the sequel;
that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.
AOSE, IH.
And O shall end, I hope.
And then I comes behind.
A, AYHAEBY, YMSMDAYHTFBY.
Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
(stage directions). [Exit]
IWNGMPOTSOAPOT
I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands.
Nor I neither.
HCMNG-C.
Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
