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    William Shakespeare - Twelfth Night
    William Shakespeare - Twelfth Night
    William Shakespeare - Twelfth Night
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    Twelfth Night, Or What You Will is a comedy by William Shakespeare, based on the short story "Of Apolonius and Silla" by Barnabe Rich. It is named after the Twelfth Night holiday of the Christmas season. It was written around 1601 and first published in the First Folio in 1623. The main title is believed to be an afterthought, created after John Marston premiered a play titled What You Will during the course of the writing.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOregan Publishing
    Release dateNov 25, 2017
    ISBN9782377938766
    William Shakespeare - Twelfth Night
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is the world's greatest ever playwright. Born in 1564, he split his time between Stratford-upon-Avon and London, where he worked as a playwright, poet and actor. In 1582 he married Anne Hathaway. Shakespeare died in 1616 at the age of fifty-two, leaving three children—Susanna, Hamnet and Judith. The rest is silence.

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      William Shakespeare - Twelfth Night - William Shakespeare

      House.

      Act

      I

      Scene I. Duke Orsino's Palace.

      Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending

      DUKE ORSINO

      If music be the food of love,

      play

      on

      ;

      Give me excess of it, that, 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.

      O spirit of love! how quick and fresh

      art

      thou

      ,

      That, notwithstanding thy capacity

      Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

      Of what validity and pitch soe'er,

      But falls into abatement and low price,

      Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy

      That it alone is high fantastical.

      CURIO

      Will you go hunt,

      my

      lord

      ?

      DUKE ORSINO

      What, Curio?

      CURIO

      The

      hart

      .

      DUKE ORSINO

      Why, so I do, the noblest that

      I

      have

      :

      O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

      Methought she purged the air of pestilence!

      That instant was I turn'd into

      a

      hart

      ;

      And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,

      E'er since

      pursue

      me

      .

      Enter VALENTINE

      How now! what news

      from

      her

      ?

      VALENTINE

      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, she will

      veiled

      walk

      And water once a day her chamber round

      With eye-offending brine: all this to season

      A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh

      And lasting in her sad remembrance.

      DUKE ORSINO

      O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame

      To pay this debt of love but to a brother,

      How will she love, when the rich golden shaft

      Hath kill'd the flock of all

      affections

      else

      That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,

      These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd

      Her sweet perfections with one

      self

      king

      !

      Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:

      Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

      Exeunt

      Scene II. The Sea-Coast.

      Enter VIOLA, a Captain, and Sailors

      VIOLA

      What country, friends,

      is

      this

      ?

      Captain

      This is

      Illyria

      ,

      lady

      .

      VIOLA

      And what should I do in Illyria?

      My brother he is in Elysium.

      Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?

      Captain

      It is perchance that you yourself were saved.

      VIOLA

      O my poor brother! and so perchance may

      he

      be

      .

      Captain

      True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,

      Assure yourself, after our ship did split,

      When you and those poor number saved

      with

      you

      Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,

      Most provident in peril, bind himself,

      Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,

      To a strong mast that lived upon

      the

      sea

      ;

      Where, like Arion on the

      dolphin's

      back

      ,

      I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves

      So long as I

      could

      see

      .

      VIOLA

      For saying so,

      there's

      gold

      :

      Mine own escape unfoldeth to

      my

      hope

      ,

      Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

      The like of him. Know'st thou this country?

      Captain

      Ay, madam, well; for I was bred

      and

      born

      Not three hours' travel from this very place.

      VIOLA

      Who

      governs

      here

      ?

      Captain

      A noble duke, in nature as

      in

      name

      .

      VIOLA

      What is

      the

      name

      ?

      Captain

      Orsino.

      VIOLA

      Orsino! I have heard my father

      name

      him

      :

      He was a

      bachelor

      then

      .

      Captain

      And so is now, or was so

      very

      late

      ;

      For but a month ago I went from hence,

      And then 'twas fresh in murmur,—as,

      you

      know

      ,

      What great ones do the less will

      prattle

      of

      ,—

      That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

      VIOLA

      What's

      she

      ?

      Captain

      A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count

      That died some twelvemonth since, then

      leaving

      her

      In the protection of his son, her brother,

      Who shortly also died: for whose

      dear

      love

      ,

      They say, she hath abjured the company

      And sight

      of

      men

      .

      VIOLA

      O that I served

      that

      lady

      And might not be delivered to the world,

      Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

      What my

      estate

      is

      !

      Captain

      That were hard to compass;

      Because she will admit no kind

      of

      suit

      ,

      No, not the duke's.

      VIOLA

      There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;

      And though that nature with a

      beauteous

      wall

      Doth oft close in pollution, yet

      of

      thee

      I will believe thou hast a mind that suits

      With this thy fair and outward character.

      I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,

      Conceal me what I am, and 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 an eunuch

      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.

      What else may hap to time I will commit;

      Only shape thou thy silence to

      my

      wit

      .

      Captain

      Be you his eunuch, and your mute

      I'll

      be

      :

      When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes

      not

      see

      .

      VIOLA

      I thank thee: lead

      me

      on

      .

      Exeunt

      Scene III. Olivia's House.

      Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA

      SIR TOBY BELCH

      What a plague means my niece, to take the

      death

      of

      her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy

      to

      life

      .

      MARIA

      By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in

      earlier

      o

      '

      nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great

      exceptions to your ill hours.

      SIR TOBY BELCH

      Why, let her except, before excepted.

      MARIA

      Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest

      limits of order.

      SIR TOBY BELCH

      Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than

      I

      am

      :

      these clothes are good enough to drink in; and

      so

      be

      these boots too: an they be not, let

      them

      hang

      themselves in their own straps.

      MARIA

      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.

      SIR TOBY BELCH

      Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?

      MARIA

      Ay

      ,

      he

      .

      SIR TOBY BELCH

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

      MARIA

      What's that to the purpose?

      SIR TOBY BELCH

      Why, he has three thousand ducats

      a

      year

      .

      MARIA

      Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:

      he's a very fool and a prodigal.

      SIR TOBY BELCH

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