twelth night

start show

what country friend, is this?

this is illyria lady

what should i do in illyria? my brother he is in elysium. perhaps he is not drown’d; what think you, sailor?

to a strong mast that lived upon the sea

know’st thou this country?

ay madam, well

who governs here?

a noble duke: orsino

orsino! i have heard my father name him: he was a bachelor then

that he did seek the love of fair olivia

what’s she?

and sight of men

o that i served that lady!

because she will admit no kind of suit

there is fair behavior in thee captain. I prithee, and i’ll pay thee bountiously, conceal me what i am. I’ll serve this duke

then let mine eyes not see

I thank thee, lead me on

He hath known you but three days, and you already are no stranger

you either fear his humour or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?

no belive me

i thank you

…Till thou have audience

Sure, my noble lord, if he be so abandon’d to her sorrow as it spoke, she will never admit me.

Rather than make unprofiyed return

say i do speak with her my lord, what then?

than in nuncios of more grave aspect

i think not so, my lord

to call his fortunes thine

i’ll do my best to woo your lady: yet, a barful strife, and whoe’er i woo, myself would be his wife.

enter

the honourable lady of the house, which is she?

i shall answer for her

Most radiant,exquisite and unmatchable beauty- i pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, for i never saw her. I would be loath to cast away this speech, for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken great pains to learn it.

are you a comedian?

No my profound heart, and yet, i swear i am not that i play. Are you the lady of the house?

I am

I will on with my speech in your praise, and show you the heart of my message.

Come to what is importanr in’t; i forgive you the praise

Alas, i took great pains to study it, and ‘tis poetical.

Will you hoist sail sir? here lies your way

No good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer. Some mollificayion for your giant, sweet lady.

Speak your office

It alone concerns your ear. I being to no overture of war. My words are as full of peace as matter

What are you? What would you?

the rudeness that hath appeared in me i have learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead: to your ears divinity, to any others profanation

Now sir, what is your text?

Most sweet lady-

Where lies your text?

In orsinos bosom

In what chapter of his bosom

To answer by the method, in the first of his heart

Have you no more to say?

Good madam, let me see your face

is’t not well done?

Excellently done, if god did all

Twill indure wind and weather

Tis beauty truely blent, whose red and white natures own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Lady, you are the cruellest she alive, if you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no copy. My lord and master loves you-

How does he love me?

with adorations, fertile tears, with groans at thunder love with, sighs of fire

He might have took his awnser long ago

if I did love you in my masters flame, in your denial I would find no sense; I would not understand it

why, what would you?

make me a Willow cabin at your gate, and call upon my soul within the house; write loyal cantons of contemned love and sing them loud even in the dead of night; halloo your name to the reverberate Hills and make the babbling gossip of the air cry out “Olivia “o you should not rest between the elements of air and earth but you should pity me!

what is your parentage?

I am a gentleman

I thank you for your pains: spend this for me

I am no paid post, lady; keep your purse. My master, not myself, lacks recompense. Fairwell, fair cruelty

Nor will you not that i go with you?

By your patience no. My stars shine darkly over me. Therefore i shall crave of your leave that i may bear my evils alone.

Let me know if you either you are bound

no sooth sir. But i perceive you so excellent a touch of modesty, it charges me in manners to express myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is sebastian. My father was that Sebastian of messaline, whom i know you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased would we had so ended! But you altered that; for some hour before you took me from the sea was my sister drowned

Alas the day!

she is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though i see to drown her remembrance again with more

Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment

O good antonio, forgive me your trouble

Let me be your servant

If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well, I am bound to the count orsinos court.

were you not even now with the countess olivia

even now sir, on a moderate pace i have since arrived but hither

you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. receive it so

she took the ring if me: i’ll none of it

he i his that find it

I left no ring with her: what means this lady! Fortune forbid my outside has not charm’d her! she made good view of me; indeed so much, that me hour her eyes had lost her tongue. For she did speak in starts distravtirely. she loves me, sure, the cunning of her passion invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lords ring! why he sent her none. i am the man: if it be so (as tis), poor lady, she were better love a dream. How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly; and she, mistaken seems to dote on me. O time! thou must untangle this, nor i; it is too hard a knot for me to untie!

how dost thou like this tune

it gives a very echo to the seat where love is throned

hath it not boy?

a little by your favour

what kind of woman is’t

of your complexion

what years, i’faith

about your years my lord

doth fall that very hour

and so as they are: alas, that they are do; to die, even when they to perfection grow!

that nature pranks her in attracts my soul

but if she cannot love you, sir?

i cannot be so answered

sooth, but you must. say that some lady, as perhaps there is, hath for you love a great pang of heart as you have for olivia: you cannot love her; you tell her so; she must not then be answered?

and that i owe olivia

aye but i know

what dost thou know?

too well what love women to men may owe: in faith they are as true of heart as wel. My father had a daughter loved a man, as i might be, perhaps, were i am woman, i should your lordship

what’s her history?

a blank, my lord. She never told her love, but with a green and yellow melancholy she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

I am all the daughters of my fathers house, and all the brothers too: and yet i know not. Sir, shall i too this lady?

enter

save thee friend. Dost thou live by the music?

no sir, i live by the church

art thou a churchman?

…doth stand by the church

so thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him

…side may be turned outward!!

nay, thats certain; they that dally nicely with words may quickly make them wonton.

my sister had no name, sir

why, man?

make my sister wanton

i warrant thou art a merry fellow. there’s expenses for thee

send the a beard!

is thy lady within?

save you, gentleman

and you, sir

mounsiuer

et vous aussi, votre serviteur

my niece is desirous you should enter

i am bound to your niece sir. but we are prevented. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours in you!!

rain odours, well.

my matter hath no voice, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear

what is your name sir?

cesario is your servants name, fair princess

your servant to the count orsino youth

and he is yours and his must needs be yours your servants servant is your servant madame

rather than fillers with me!

madam I come to whet your gentle thoughts on his behalf

than music from the spheres

dear lady-

what must you think?

i pity you

that’s a degree to love

no, not for a jot; for oft we pity enemies

there lies your way, due west.

you’ll nothing madam, to your lord by me?

tell me what they think est of me

that you do think you are not what you are

i think the same of you

then think you right, i am not what i am

as i would have you be!

would it be better madame, than I am? I wish it might for now I am your fool

nor wit nor reason can my passion hide

by innocence I swear and by my youth I have one heart one bosom and one truth that no woman has nor never none shall mistress be of it save i alone. and so adeui good madame nevermore will I my masters tears to you deplore.

enter

I would not buy my will have troubled you but since you make your pleasure of your pains I will no further chide you

did spur me forth

kind Antonio I can no other answer make but thanks what’s to do shall we go see the relics of this town?

go see your lodgin

I am not weary and Tis long to night I pray you let us satisfy our eyes with the memorials and things of fame that do renown the city

it would scare be answered

be like you slew a great number of his people

i shall pay dear

do not then walk too open

is best to lodge

why i your purse?

is not for idle markets, sir

i’ll be your purse bearer and leave you for an hour

what shall you ask of me that i’ll deny?

nothing but this your true love for my master

which i have given you?

I will acquit you

god save thee

And you sir

attends the at the orchard- end

you mistake sir I am sure no man has any quarrel to me

skill and were can furnish man withal

I pray you sir what is he

souls and bodies hath he divorced three

I will return again into the house I am no fighter

which you might answer him

this is as uncivil as strange I beseech you know of the Knight my offense to him is it is something of my negligence nothing of purpose

stay you by this gentleman till my return

pray you, do you know of this matter? What manner of man is he?

i would make your peace with him if you can

i shall be much bound to you for’t

there’s no remedy sir; he will fight with you

pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

he keep his oath

I do assure you, tis against my will

i’ll be with you anon

pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.

i must entreat if you some of that money

What money, sir? For the fair kindness you have showed me here, I’ll lend you something.

that i have done for you

I know I’ve known. Nor i know you by voice or any feature.

lead me on

me thinks his words due from such passion fly, that he believes himself so do not i . prove true, imagination, oh, prove true, that I, dear brother, ben now taken for you

i am not sent for you

go to go to the art a foolish fellow

nothing that is so is so

I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else thou know’st not me

thou art coming?

I prithee depart from me there’s money for thee if you tear longer I shall give worse payment