Enter Orsino
Orsino: Where are my servants? Where is dear Viola? The palace has never rung with such silence.
Enter Malvolio
You, were you not Olivia's mad steward?
Malvolio: Acute memory, Sir, for I am that same.
Orsino: Cured of Devil's touch, then?
Malvolio: What mean you, Sir?
Orsino: You were mad as Hell, yes?
Malvolio: So they did say. I think my mind clear as ever. The only possession was that of humiliation.
Orsino: You were done no kindness, that much is certain. Wherefore art thou here?
Malvolio: I think not of my humiliation any more. My thoughts are set instead on seeking what might've been.
Orsino: Why, man? What use is there in lusting for the past? The glory o' the future is brighter by far.
Malvolio: True, to one who would have a future. Any I might've secured was snatched from my fingers. Your courtier, whom you would now court, did fetch my Lady's affection far from me.
Orsino: For that I would show shame, but you stood no more chance with the Countess than any. Cesario, as she was then, had a charm unlike other.
Malvolio: So I saw, Sir. Would you join your mistress in eternal love now?
Orsino: That is the object of marriage. That same is the vow I'll make.
Malvolio: Sir, the wedding festival has been called off. Olivia is no longer fit to host.
Orsino: Whyever not?
Malvolio: Many rest eternal now. Wouldst thou care to join them?
Malvolio takes torch from wall
Orsino: Still madness possesses you. What dost thou say?
Malvolio: The fires of Hades rise against Illyria.
Malvolio throws torch down
The palace is engulfed
Exeunt
YOU ARE READING
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.
