Sarah – Twelfth Night – Acts II and III – Class
Perhaps one of the most interesting themes in Twelfth Night is the inversion/subversion of class hierarchy. Like we mentioned earlier today, the 12th night after Christmas was a celebration of “misrule,” when men dressed like women and servants and children were bestowed authority (although art history seems to suggest they all just got massively black-out drunk.)

Peter Paul Rubens, Twelfth Night or The King Drinks
Cross-dressing aside, the two lower-class characters in the play really push the boundaries of power relations in different ways, and in doing so, they reveal greater truths about the nobility.
The Clown somehow has the liberty to constantly mock the self-indulgent melancholy of the nobility – Olivia supposedly mourning her brother and father for seven years and Orsino narcissistically obsessing over his own heartbrokenness. The Clown gets away with this over and over again, calling Olivia the fool in a brilliant role-reversal – “The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother’s soul, being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.” (1.5.69-71) – as well as calling the Duke out on his capriciousness, “Now the melancholy god protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.” (2.4.73-75). Although the nobility dismiss his playful insults as nonsense, he actually makes a lot of sense.
On the other hand, poor wet-blanket Malvolio is actually punished for violating class structure. Citing a precedent of “the Lady of the Strachy” (2.5.39-40) marrying below her rank, he dreams of marrying Olivia. Hilariously, this is not because he loves her – in his fantasy, he has just “left Olivia sleeping” (2.5.49) on some couch – but because he wishes to be able to tell his kinsman Sir Toby that he’s a drunken waste of space. That said, Maria’s letter-trick seems excessively cruel (I’m of the opinion that everybody in this play needs to chill) when humiliating Malvolio into wearing cross-gartered yellow stockings culminates in deeming him insane and “hav[ing] him in a dark room and bound” (3.4.141-142).
Maybe I’m being overly sentimental (har har), but it’s hard not to feel sympathy for Malvolio when he’s filled with such joy and hope and especially because he’s hardly an antagonist at all compared to Aaron, Shylock, or Richard III. When Malvolio storms out on his bullies, he says, “Go hang yourselves all! You are idle shallow things; I am not of your element.” (3.4.129-130). At the risk of sounding like a Marxist, aren’t the nobility idle? Aren’t they shallow? Is it worth being of their element?

Johann Heinrich Ramberg, Olivia, Maria, and Malvolio (1789)
So Malvolio is a party-pooper who doesn’t like getting sh**faced. So Malvolio desires social mobility. Are these really such huge crimes?