Twelfth Night: Or What You Will

I'll tell the tale

now listen to me

With a hey ho

the wind and the rain

but merry or sad

Which shall it be?

For the rain... it raineth every day

Once upon Twelfth Night,

or what you will

aboard a ship, bound home

to Messaline

The festive company

dressed for mascarade and singing songs

to each other and amusing

delight into the rest in two young twins

the storm has forced their vessel

from her course

And now they strike

upon submerging rocks

uncertain of what two leave

and what to save

A brother and sister, often

since their father's death

have but themselves

alone in the whole world

deep currents and the

sinking bark above them

divide what had not

ever been kept apart

the poor survivors

reach an alien shore

For Messaline, with this country,

is at war.

What country, friends, is this?

This is Illyria, lady.

And what should I do in Illyria?

My brother...

he is in Elysium.

Perchance he is not drown'd?

My Lady Viola... It is perchance

that yourself were saved.

My poor brother!

Sebastian!

The war between their kingdom and ours

Too often has led to bloody arguments

We must not be discovered

in this place

Who governs here?

-The Duke. Orsino

Orsino?

I heard my father name him

he was a bachelor then.

- So he is now. Or was so very late.

It is said no woman

may approach his court

but from one month ago 'twas fresh in murmur

that he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

What's she?

-That's her! Olivia!

Daughter of a Count who

died some twelve months since

Her brother has lately also died.

And in her grief, it is said she has abjured

the sight and company of men.

O that I served that lady

That were hard to compass

Because she will admit no kind of suit,

No, not the duke's.

I prithee...

...Be my aid. For such disguise as haply

shall become the form of my intent.

I'll serve this duke:

Thou shall present me as a boy to him:

It may be worth thy pains for I can sing

And speak to him in many sorts of music

That will allow me very worth his service.

Oh, I thank thee!

TWELFTH NIGH TWELFTH NIGHT or

WHAT YOU WILL.

If music be the food of love, play on

Give me... excess of it

... surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so...

... die.

That strain again!

it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear

like the sweet sound,

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour!

Enough

no more!

'Tis not so sweet now

as it was before.

How now!... what news of Olivia?

-So please my lord, I might not be admitted

But from her handmaid do return this answer:

"The element itself, till seven years' heat,

Shall not behold her face at ample view "

"But, like a cloistress..."

"... all this to season a brother's dead love, which she would

keep fresh and lasting in her sad remembrance."

O, she that hath a heart

of that fine frame

To pay this debt of love but to a brother,

My Lord Orsino...

Here comes the Count!

-Who saw Cesario, ho?

-On your attendance, my lord here.

Cesario...

Thou know'st no less but all

I have unclasp'd

to thee the book even of my secret soul:

Therefore, good youth,

address thy gait unto her

Stand at her doors, and tell them : there

thy fixed foot shall grow till thou have audience.

Sure, my noble lord, if she be so abandon'd to her sorrow

as it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Be clamorous

and leap all civil bounds!

Say I do speak with her, my lord,

what then?

Then unfold

the passion of my love,

It shall become thee well

to act my woes

She will attend it better in thy youth

- I think not so, my Lord.

Dear lad, believe it

For they shall yet belie thy happy years,

That say thou art a man:

Diana's lip

Is not more smooth and rubious

thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ,

shrill and sound,

And all is semblative a woman's part.

I know thy constellation is right apt

For this affair.

Some three or four : attend him.

By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in

earlier o' nights

That quaffing and drinking

will undo you

I heard my lady

talk of it yesterday

and of a foolish knight that you brought in

one night here to be her wooer.

Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?

- Ay, he.

- He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.

- What's that to the purpose?

Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. and speaks

three or four languages word for word without book!

he's a fool and a he's great quareller.

and but that he hath the gift of a coward

he would quickly have the gift of a grave.

Sir Toby Belch!

Sir Andrew Agueface!

- How now, Sir Toby Belch!

- Sweet Sir Andrew!

God Bless you, fair shrew.

-And you too, sir.

- What's that?

- My niece's chambermaid.

- oh good Mistress Accost...

- I desire better acquaintance.

-My name is Mary.

Good Mistress Mary Accost,--

'accost' is front her, board her,

woo her, assail her.

Fare you well, gentlemen.

Is that the meaning of "accost"?

O knight when did I

see thee so put down?

What a plague means my niece,

to take the death of her brother thus?

I am sure care's

an enemy to life.

I ride home tomorrow, Sir Tobias.

"Pourquoi", my dear boy?

-What is "pourquoi"?

Do or not do?

I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues

that I have in fencing and dancing!

O, had I but followed the arts!

I am going home tomorrow.

your niece will not be seen.

or if she be, it's four to one she'll none of me:

the count himself here hard by woos her.

She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above

her degree, I have heard her swear't.

Tut, there's life in't,man.

I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the

strangest mind in the world

I delight in masques and revels

sometimes altogether.

- Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?

- Faith, I can cut a caper.

And I think I have the back-trick simply

as strong as any man in Illyria.

Wherefore are these things hid?

wherefore have

these gifts a curtain before 'em?

why dost thou not go to church

in a galliard and come home...

... in a coranto?

Is it a world to hide virtues in?

- My lady will hang thee for thy absence.

- Let her hang me: I fear no colours.

- I can tell thee where that saying was born.

- Where, good Mistress Mary?

In the war.

Well, God give them wisdom

that have it

and those that are fools,

let them use their talents.

- You are resolute, then?

- I am resolved on two points...

That if one break, the other will hold

or, if both break, your breeches fall.

If Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a

piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

Peace, you rogue,

no more o' that.

- God bless thee, lady!

- Take the fool away...

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

- I'll no more of you: besides, you grow dishonest.

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.

As there is no true cuckold but

calamity, so beauty's a flower.

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