Twelfth Night Act 4 storyboard
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- Are all the people mad?
- This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of your coats for two pence.
- Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
- 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.
- Go with me to my house,And hear thou there how many fruitless pranksThis ruffian hath botched up, that thou therebyMayst smile at this.
- Madam, I will.
- Out, hyperbolical fiend! How vexest thou this man! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
- Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad. They have laid me here in hideous darkness.
- I’ll have an action of battery against him if there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck him first, yet it’s no matter for that.
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