Enter Fabian
Fabian: The Lady will surely hang me for this. I drove her steward mad and could not entreat him back. Pray Jove prompt her to have mercy.
Enter Sir Andrew
How dost thou, knight?
Sir Andrew: I'm returning home. I've not reason to stay.
Fabian: Thy purpose?
Sir Andrew: Olivia married. I was beaten most soundly by her husband. I've not reason to stay.
Fabian: Best of fortune to you, Sir Andrew, and I prithee you wish me the same.
Sir Andrew: Wherefore, man?
Fabian: Our trick was discovered. The cockerel fled the coop. Olivia is not pleased.
Sir Andrew: Good fortune to you too, Sir. Olivia may prove gentle if the stars shine brightly. Farewell.
Exit
Enter Malvolio
Malvolio: Sir, you should have long ago returned to the house.
Fabian: Master Malvolio, how kind of you to give chase. Will you entreat to the house with me?
Malvolio: Not on your life, which I've no doubt it is.
Fabian: By your reason, wherefore dost thou pass this way?
Malvolio: I have here a letter for the Lady Olivia. Deliver't for me, for I'll not give council with her in person, the sight of her is too dark in me.
Fabian: There's grown a distrust of letters within me, one I'm sure thou canst share. What shall I tell the Lady?
Malvolio: 'Tis merely a messive of my resignation from her service.
Fabian: (reads) "M.O.A.I." This? Malvolio, what more apology dost thou require of me? I've said all I've right to say.
Malvolio: I desire not your repentance, but your payment. "Injuries justly weighed."
Fabian: This current illness ist not merely i' my heart. What hast thou done?
Malvolio: "A dish o' poison," as I recall a little bird murmuring from a boxtree. 'Twas laced in the parchment.
Fabian: Why, man?
Malvolio: Your Lady will not hang thee, now.
Exeunt
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Thirteenth Night; Malvolio's Revenge
FanfictionI recently performed Shakespeare's Twelfth Night with my high school. We joked about this sequel, in which Malvolio acts on his last line, "I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you." Well, here it is.
