Enter Viola, Valentine, and Curio
Valentine: Your wedding is your wedding, my Lady, be 't held at home or no.
Viola: Be that as it may, I see no reason for this fuss. Why can I not go as I am?
Curio: The gown is traditional, as all My Lord does may be.
Viola: 'Tis strange, to be no longer disguised. Time hath played a mad trick o' this house. I've found such change with this love. What say you, friends? Are we not still equals?
Curio: Only until the wedding.
Valentine: For then marriage puts you above us.
Viola: Wherefore must that be? Why can I not do as I please in temperament, whether I address as eunuch or Lady? Must tradition fall always to split comradery?
Enter Maria
Maria: Madam Viola, I bring word from Sebastian.
Viola: So soon since he left?
Maria: Ay, Lady, but 'tis for your ears alone.
Viola: A sentiment I've spoken myself for the sake of another.
Maria: I prithee. I can speak only to you.
Viola: As you say. Leave us, then.
Exit Valentine and Curio
What draws you here with such fervor?
Maria: The Lady Olivia's household met with a... disturbance.
Viola: How so?
Maria: One Malvolio returned... with avenging blade.
Viola: What dost thou imply?
Maria: The steward tainted the wine which Olivia drank, and slit Sebastian's throat.
Viola: Why speakest thou these things? Might it be a cruel jest?
Maria: I saw it with mine own eyes.
Viola: Oh, dear brother. I thought you dead once. You returned, and my heart was filled with joy, repaired alongside my spirit. To hear you dead again, hath killed me doubly so.
Maria: If there's any way I could aid you i' this darkness?
Viola: Nay, good wench. I would bid you farewell.
Exit Maria
What could drive a man so far as to hang Illyria by this thread?
Enter Malvolio
Malvolio: Some wounds dig so deep, Cesario.
Viola: Time can heal all wounds, but not one so dark as this. Steward, what wrong did Sebastian show you? What reason didst thou have?
Malvolio: Exactly the same that you showed. My Lady was corrupted by your courtship. I might've been a Count, but am left as a maddened servant.
Viola: Art thou so blind? I did only what I was told. You've been mislead.
Malvolio: Have I? Only in my journey here. You'll be run through as your dear brother was.
Malvolio draws sword
Viola: Be it Fate's decision, I'll comply. Sebastian will be waiting 'cross the Styx.
Malvolio stabs Viola
Malvolio: So 'cross the Styx you shall sail, good Lady.
Enter Valentine and Curio
Valentine: Mistress Viola!
Curio: Sir, I will see you punished for bringing her harm.
Curio tries to take sword
Malvolio kills Curio
Malvolio: This world hath seen me punished a thousand fold what thou wouldst do.
Valentine: Sir, I must insist you drop your sword.
Malvolio: I must insist you speak not a word.
Valentine: Drop thy sword.
Malvolio: Hold thy peace.
Valentine tries to take sword
Malvolio kills Valentine
And now you've no choice. Dead men speak not.
Exeunt
BINABASA MO ANG
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.
