WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Twelfth Night Remember to support your ideas with details from the writing. Read this passage carefully, and then answer the question that follows it: [Enter MALVOLIO.] Malvolio: My masters, are you mad? Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an ale-house of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in you? Sir Toby: We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! Malvolio: Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house; if not, and it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell. Sir Toby [Sings]: Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone. Maria: Nay, good Sir Toby. Clown [Sings]: His eyes do show his days are almost done. Maria: Is't even so? Sir Toby [Sings]: But I will never die. [Falls down. Clown [Sings]: Sir Toby, there you lie. Malvolio: This is much credit to you. Sir Toby [Sings]: Shall I bid him go? Clown [Sings]: What an if you do? Sir Toby [Sings]: Shall I bid him go, and spare not? Clown [Sings]: O, no, no, no, no, you dare not. Sir Toby [Rising]: Out o' tune, sir! Ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clown: Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' th' mouth too. Sir Toby: Th'art i' th' right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria! Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's favour at anything more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule; she shall know of it, by this hand. [Exit. Maria: Go shake your ears. Sir Andrew: 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's ahungry, to challenge him the field, and then to break promise with him and make a fool of him. Sir Toby: Do't, knight. I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. Maria: Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight; since the youth of the Count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him; if I do not gull him into a nay-word, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed. I know I can do it. (from Act 2 Scene 3) In what ways does Shakespeare make this such a dramatic moment in the play?