Enter Sir Andrew and Maria
Maria: Sir Andrew, my Lady would wish to speak with you once more.
Sir Andrew: Why, i' faith?
Maria: I know not. 'Twill be swift, as she ist drawing plans for the wedding between her and Master Sebastian.
Sir Andrew: Are they not wed as of yet?
Maria: She wished to celebrate openly.
Sir Andrew: I've desired to return home for many weeks now. I've no money.
Maria: This will take no time. Sir Toby hadst not bid you farewell, neither.
Sir Andrew: There's no escape, I warrant.
Enter Malvolio
Malvolio: Mistress Mary, my Lady would speak with you.
Maria: Malvolio, how kind of you to return. How is't with you? Art thou sane?
Malvolio: 'Tis none of your concern. My Lady calls.
Maria: And I shall answer. Sir Andrew, come thy ways.
Malvolio: I'll bring him anon.
Exit Maria
Sir, I trust you've good reason to flee?
Sir Andrew: Worry yourself not. The business is mine own.
Malvolio: You are wearing your sword.
Sir Andrew: What matter is in't? Canst not a knight travel with his sword?
Malvolio: Marry, Sir, can I see it?
Sir Andrew: I warrant, ast thou noticed it.
Malvolio: Wouldst thou allow me to wield it? I have become entangled in matters of honor and have not my own blade. One canst not duel unless he swings a sword.
Sir Andrew: Oh no, Sir. You do not swing a rapier. They are styled for fencing.
Sir Andrew hands Malvolio his sword
Malvolio: What sayest thou?
Sir Andrew: The sword is wielded i' a thrusting motion.
Malvolio: In this fashion?
Malvolio stabs Sir Andrew
Sir Andrew: Ay, Sir.
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.
