feat_summary_path: finished_summaries/shmoop/Twelfth Night, or What You Will/section_11_part_0.txt
feat_book_id: Twelfth Night, or What You Will.act 3.scene 2
feat_summary_id: act 3, scene 2
feat_summary: {"name": "Act 3, Scene 2", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20210415161814/https://www.shmoop.com/study-guides/literature/twelfth-night/summary/act-3-scene-2", "summary": "Back at Olivia's pad, Sir Andrew Aguecheek tells Fabian and Sir Toby Belch that he's out of there--Olivia's never going to marry him so he should just go home. In fact, Olivia seems to be after Duke Orsino's serving boy, \"Cesario.\" Fabian tells Aguecheek that Olivia's just pretending to be into \"Cesario\" because she wants to make him jealous. Toby says Aguecheek should pick a sword fight with \"Cesario\" and kick \"his\" butt if he wants Olivia to respect him. Toby tells Aguecheek to write a mean and nasty note to \"Cesario\" so he can deliver the challenge to the \"boy.\" He tells his pal to make it really mean and scary. Aguecheek runs off to write the letter and Fabian and Toby laugh at what a chump he is. Toby says he's been using Sir Andrew Aguecheek to fund his partying. Fabian asks Toby if he's really going to deliver the letter and Toby says of course. And Fabian should try to get \"Cesario\" to answer the letter, but Toby doubts anything will come of it. Andrew is a wimp and \"Cesario\" doesn't have an aggressive bone in his body. Maria enters and tells them to come quick: Malvolio's wearing yellow stockings and smiling like a fool . Olivia's going to think he's gone crazy. They run off to watch what happens.", "analysis": ""}
text: SCENE II.
  
  A Room in OLIVIA'S House.
  
  [Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN.]
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Thy reason, dear venom: give thy reason.
  
  FABIAN.
  You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's
  servingman than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i' the
  orchard.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  As plain as I see you now.
  
  FABIAN.
  This was a great argument of love in her toward you.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?
  
  FABIAN.
  I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment
  and reason.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  And they have been grand jurymen since before Noah was a
  sailor.
  
  FABIAN.
  She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to
  exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in
  your heart and brimstone in your liver. You should then have
  accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the
  mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was
  looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double gilt of
  this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed
  into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an
  icicle on Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some
  laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  And't be any way, it must be with valour: for policy I
  hate; I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of
  valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt
  him in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it: and assure
  thyself there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in
  man's commendation with woman than report of valour.
  
  FABIAN.
  There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is
  no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention;
  taunt him with the licence of ink; if thou 'thou'st' him some
  thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in
  thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
  bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go about it. Let there be
  gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no
  matter. About it.
  
  SIR ANDREW.
  Where shall I find you?
  
  SIR TOBY.
  We'll call thee at the cubiculo. Go.
  
  [Exit SIR ANDREW.]
  
  FABIAN.
  This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so.
  
  FABIAN.
  We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver it.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth
  to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them
  together. For Andrew, if he were opened and you find so much
  blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the
  rest of the anatomy.
  
  FABIAN.
  And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great
  presage of cruelty.
  
  [Enter MARIA.]
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Look where the youngest wren of nine comes.
  
  MARIA.
  If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into
  stitches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very
  renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by
  believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of
  grossness. He's in yellow stockings.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  And cross-gartered?
  
  MARIA.
  Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' the
  church.--I have dogged him like his murderer. He does obey every
  point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile
  his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the
  augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as
  'tis; I  can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my lady
  will strike him; if she do, he'll smile and take't for a great
  favour.
  
  SIR TOBY.
  Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
  
  [Exeunt.]
  
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Act 3, Scene 2
target: Back at Olivia's pad, Sir Andrew Aguecheek tells Fabian and Sir Toby Belch that he's out of there--Olivia's never going to marry him so he should just go home. In fact, Olivia seems to be after Duke Orsino's serving boy, "Cesario." Fabian tells Aguecheek that Olivia's just pretending to be into "Cesario" because she wants to make him jealous. Toby says Aguecheek should pick a sword fight with "Cesario" and kick "his" butt if he wants Olivia to respect him. Toby tells Aguecheek to write a mean and nasty note to "Cesario" so he can deliver the challenge to the "boy." He tells his pal to make it really mean and scary. Aguecheek runs off to write the letter and Fabian and Toby laugh at what a chump he is. Toby says he's been using Sir Andrew Aguecheek to fund his partying. Fabian asks Toby if he's really going to deliver the letter and Toby says of course. And Fabian should try to get "Cesario" to answer the letter, but Toby doubts anything will come of it. Andrew is a wimp and "Cesario" doesn't have an aggressive bone in his body. Maria enters and tells them to come quick: Malvolio's wearing yellow stockings and smiling like a fool . Olivia's going to think he's gone crazy. They run off to watch what happens.