Twelfth Night Structure, speeches, and staging. Twelfth Night -- Act I Scene 1 Orsino sad Scene 2 Viola sad To serve Orsino Scene 3 Sir Toby drunk Maria

Twelfth NightTwelfth Night

Structure,

speeches, and staging

Twelfth Night -- Act ITwelfth Night -- Act IScene 1

Orsino sadScene 2

Viola sadTo serve Orsino

Scene 3Sir Toby drunk

Maria aids

Scene 4Viola and Orsino

Scene 5Maria/FesteFeste/Olivia

Olivia/MalvolioOlivia/Cesario (Viola)

Twelfth Night -- Act ITwelfth Night -- Act I

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.

Scene 1

Twelfth Night -- Act ITwelfth Night -- Act I

OLIVIA What's a drunken man like, fool?

FESTE Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Scene 5


CESARIO If I did love you in my master's flame, With such a suffering, such a deadly life, In your denial I would find no sense; I would not understand it.

OLIVIA Why, what would you?


CESARIO 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!

Twelfth Night -- Act IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 1

Antonio/SebastianScene 2

Malvolio/CesarioScene 3

Sir Toby/AndrewMaria/Feste

Malvolio

Scene 4Orsino/Viola

Feste

Scene 5Maria’s Jest

Malvolio letter


CESARIO My master loves her dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. What will become of this? As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love; As I am woman,--now alas the day!-- What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! O time! thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie!


FESTE (sings) What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.


SIR TOBY Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?


ORSINO For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.


FESTE (sings) Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.


CESARIO She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.


MALVOLIO By my life, this is my lady's hand these be her very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her great P's.

Twelfth Night -- Act IIITwelfth Night -- Act IIIScene 1

Viola/FesteSir Toby/Andrew

Viola/Olivia

Scene 2Sir Andrew to

Challenge Cesario

Scene 3Sebastian/Antonio

Scene 4Olivia/Malvolio, yellow stockings

Sir Toby to care for MalvolioOlivia/Cesario

Viola challenged by Sir AndrewAntonio rescues Viola

Twelfth Night -- Act IIITwelfth Night -- Act III

CESARIO By innocence I swear, and by my youth I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, And that no woman has; nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good madam: never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Scene 1

Twelfth Night -- Act IVTwelfth Night -- Act IVScene 1

Feste/SebastianSebastian fights Sir Toby

Olivia breaks up fight

Scene 2Malvolio’s tormentFeste as Sir Topas

Scene 3Olivia and

Sebastian marry

Twelfth Night -- Act IVTwelfth Night -- Act IVScene 1

SEBASTIAN What relish is in this? how runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Twelfth Night -- Act VTwelfth Night -- Act VScene 1

Feste/FabianFeste/Orsino

Viola/Orsino/AntonioOlivia/Orsino/Cesario

Sebastian/Sir Toby/Sir AndrewViola/Sebastian

Malvolio

Feste’s Song

Twelfth Night -- Act VTwelfth Night -- Act VScene 1

ORSINO One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural perspective, that is and is not!

Twelfth Night -- Act VTwelfth Night -- Act V

SEBASTIAN So comes it, lady, you have been mistook: But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

Scene 1


FESTE (sings)When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain. 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain, it raineth every

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FESTE (sings) con’tBut when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rainBy swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain, it raineth every day

But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the wind and the rainWith toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain, it raineth every day

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FESTE (sings) con’tA great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rainBut that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.

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Twelfth Night Structure, speeches, and staging. Twelfth Night -- Act I Scene 1 Orsino sad Scene 2 Viola sad To serve Orsino Scene 3 Sir Toby drunk Maria