Enter Sir Toby, Feste, and Sir Andrew, all holding the tied up Malvolio. They appear to be walking with direction towards something. Malvolio: Release your grip, you drunken fools! Sir Toby: Not until thou art proven. Malvolio: Sane? My mind hath no Egyptian fog! For I am more sane than the rest of you, all mine eyes do see is deranged daws next to me! Feste: Perhaps it be true the ones who art crazy compose the most wondrous ideas. Sir Andrew: What wise words those are! Allow me to add those folk to mine vocabulary. (pulls out a notebook and proceeds to write words down) Malvolio: Cease the chatter and untie me from these horrid chains! Sir Toby: Shut thy mouth! Sir Andrew: Sir, where are we taking the gent? Sir Toby: Fool? Feste: If 't be true this scheme was thine own idea, this is a question for thee. …show more content…
We will take him to a place where mad men belong: restricted in a room filled with darkness! Malvolio: (pleading) But sir, I assure you I am not mad! Yesterday while I was roaming these very gardens, I picked up a letter which was undoubtedly my lady’s handwriting. The letter was addressed to her “beloved”, along with hints throughout the letter that resulted to only one possible conclusion: the letter was addressed to the man you are holding hostage with these