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twelfth night
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- IN A CASTLE LOCATED SOMEWHERE...
- O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,Methought she purged the air of pestilence.That instant was I turned into a hart,And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,E’er since pursue me. (1.1.20-24)
- My lord, the world will not see Olivia’s face for the next seven years, and this is all just to mourn for her brother who has died, suffering the same fate as his father.
- MEANWHILE OFF THE COAST OF AN UNKNOWN LAND...
- This is Illyria, lady. (1.2.2)
- What country is this, fellow sailors? My brother has decided to become one with the sea, or maybe I should prop my hopes up
- However lady, I saw your brother bravely surfing the sea as if he was a ship himself. I am sure he is still alive and fine, it is just a matter of time until you see him again.
- 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?(1.2.18-21)
- 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. (1.2.36-41)
- Ay madam, for there is a man named Orsino who rules this land, who is't is rumored to beest courting the fair Olivia, a chariest young mistress.
- Olivia is certainly a fair name for a fair woman. Tell me more?
- I will honor thine request, and help thou establish thine intentions. I will not use my mouth, and if I do then I will not see the light of day.Although, I do request, what will the new title of thine identity be?
- I prithee (and I’ll pay thee bounteously)Conceal me what I am, and be my aidFor such disguise as haply shall becomeThe form of my intent. I’ll serve this duke.Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him. (1.2.47-56)
- IN OLIVIA'S RESIDENCE...
- 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. (1.3.10-13)
- Prithee, Sir Toby, thou must stop keeping these madman hours that thou stay awake. If thou keep up this drinking, it will be the end of thy fate. My lady shows that she strongly disapproves of this, and thou must confine yourself to where sane is in thee name.
- SOME TIME AFTERWARDS...
- Thou still have a chance, she’ll never marry anyone above her rank, so thou possibly be the best fit for my niece in this land. As my dear knight, Sir Andrew, good things require patience.
- Sir Toby, I bethink I'm just another ordinary, humble man. I have not seen thy niece since the day of light, and the lady will likely never see the love of mine heart. I don’t have a chance against the count himself even more so. I’ll leave this place tomorrow, and maybe try my chances against more feasible women.
- MEANWHILE, VIOLA WHO IS NOW CESARIO...
- I’ll do my bestTo woo your lady— [aside] Yet, a barful strife—Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. (1.4.40-42)
- Cesario, I have practically given you my soul. You can act like a madman, or ruin a chunk of my reputation with your actions if you have to. Just do whatever it takes to see Olivia. Do not come back until you’ve seen her, lest a cloudy sky will loom over you for eternity.
- AFTERWARDS...
- Make me a willow cabin at your gateAnd call upon my soul within the house;Write loyal cantons of contemned loveAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night;Hallo your name to the reverberate hillsAnd make the babbling gossip of the airCry out “Olivia!” O, you should not restBetween the elements of air and earthBut you should pity me. (1.5.269-277)
- Please, I cannot love your lord. Why can’t he understand? Tell me, what would you do if you were your master? I am sure he could’ve done great things as a man if he simply took my answer.
- LATER...
- How now?Even so quickly may one catch the plague?Methinks I feel this youth’s perfectionsWIth an invisible and subtle stealthTo creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.What ho, Malvolio! (1.5.295-300)
- Run after that same peevish messenger,The County’s man. He left this ring behind him,Would I or not. Tell him I’ll none of it. (1.5.301-303)
- THE END OF ACT ONE
- Madam, I will. Although I am not the fastest man, I am up to the task.
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