Anonymous asked in Arts & HumanitiesTheatre & Acting · 1 decade ago

what does feste the fool from twelfth night say that's funny but smart?

What does feste the fool from twelfth night say that's funny but smart. LIke what does he say that seems funny but when you think about it is really importent,


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  • Paco
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago
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    Here are three good lines:


    (1) Lady, cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not motley in my brain.

    - This is a very clever way to say that "I am not stupid". He says that the "cowl does not make the monk" in latin, implying that clothes don't make a man. Then he follows it up by saying that he his brain is not wearing "clown clothes".


    (2) "God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents. "

    (3) "Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.'"


    You can find more on your own.


    All of Feste's Line divided by scene for easy reference.


    Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this

    world needs to fear no colours.

    He shall see none to fear.

    Where, good Mistress Mary?

    Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those

    that are fools, let them use their talents.

    Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and,

    for turning away, let summer bear it out.

    Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.

    Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if

    Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a

    piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

    Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling!

    Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft

    prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may

    pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapalus?

    'Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.'

    [Enter OLIVIA with MALVOLIO]

    God bless thee, lady!

    Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.

    Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel

    will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is

    the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend

    himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if

    he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing

    that's mended is but patched: virtue that

    transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that

    amends is but patched with virtue. If that this

    simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,

    what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but

    calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take

    away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.

    Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non

    facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not

    motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to

    prove you a fool.

    Dexterously, good madonna.

    I must catechise you for it, madonna: good my mouse

    of virtue, answer me.

    Good madonna, why mournest thou?

    I think his soul is in hell, madonna.

    The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's

    soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.

    God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the

    better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be

    sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his

    word for two pence that you are no fool.

    Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou

    speakest well of fools!

    Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest

    son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with

    brains! for,—here he comes,—one of thy kin has a

    most weak pia mater.

    Good Sir Toby!

    Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one

    draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads

    him; and a third drowns him.

    He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look

    to the madman.


    How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture

    of 'we three'?

    I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose

    is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the

    Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

    Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?


    O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

    O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

    That can sing both high and low:

    Trip no further, pretty sweeting;

    Journeys end in lovers meeting,

    Every wise man's son doth know.


    What is love? 'tis not hereafter;

    Present mirth hath present laughter;

    What's to come is still unsure:

    In delay there lies no plenty;

    Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

    Youth's a stuff will not endure.

    By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

    'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be

    constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.

    I shall never begin if I hold my peace.

    Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.

    'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'

    Sir Toby, there you lie.

    'What an if you do?'

    'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'

    Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the

    mouth too.


    Are you ready, sir?

    Come away, come away, death,

    And in sad cypress let me be laid;

    Fly away, fly away breath;

    I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

    My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

    O, prepare it!

    My part of death, no one so true

    Did share it.

    Not a flower, not a flower sweet

    On my black coffin let there be strown;

    Not a friend, not a friend greet

    My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:

    A thousand thousand sighs to save,

    Lay me, O, where

    Sad true lover never find my grave,

    To weep there!

    No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.

    Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.

    Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the

    tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for

    thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such

    constancy put to sea, that their business might be

    every thing and their intent every where; for that's

    it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.


    No, sir, I live by the church.

    No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for

    I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by

    the church.

    You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is

    but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the

    wrong side may be turned outward!

    I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.

    Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that

    word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words

    are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.

    Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and

    words are grown so false, I am loath to prove

    reason with them.

    Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my

    conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be

    to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

    No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she

    will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and

    fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to

    herrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not

    her fool, but her corrupter of words.

    Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun,

    it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but

    the fool should be as oft with your master as with

    my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.

    Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!

    Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?

    I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring

    a Cressida to this Troilus.

    The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but

    a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is

    within, sir. I will construe to them whence you

    come; who you are and what you would are out of my

    welkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn.


    Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?

    Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; nor

    I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come

    speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario;

    nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.

    Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some

    great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my

    folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world,

    will prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy

    strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my

    lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?

    By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men

    that give fools money get themselves a good

    report—after fourteen years' purchase.

    This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be

    in some of your coats for two pence.


    Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself

    in't; and I would I were the first that ever

    dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to

    become the function well, nor lean enough to be

    thought a good student; but to be said an honest man

    and a good housekeeper goes as fairly as to say a

    careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

    Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of

    Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily

    said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that is is;'

    so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for,

    what is 'that' but 'that,' and 'is' but 'is'?

    What, ho, I say! peace in this prison!

    Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio

    the lunatic.

    Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man!

    talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

    Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most

    modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones

    that will use the devil himself with courtesy:

    sayest thou that house is dark?

    Why it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes,

    and the clearstores toward the south north are as

    lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of


    Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness

    but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than

    the Egyptians in their fog.

    What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?

    What thinkest thou of his opinion?

    Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness:

    thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will

    allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, lest

    thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

    Nay, I am for all waters.


    'Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,

    Tell me how thy lady does.'

    'My lady is unkind, perdy.'

    'Alas, why is she so?'

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