Twelfth Night Act III Scene 1
Updated: 6/2/2020
Twelfth Night Act III Scene 1

Storyboard Text

  • God bless you my friend, and your music too. Do you make your living by playing that drum?
  • No sir I live by the church
  • Oh. you're a clergyman?
  • No, I live by the church becasue I live in a house, and my house i by the church
  • You could just as easily say that a king sleeps near a beggar if the beggar lives near him, or that the church is supported by your drum because it “stands by” your drum.
  • May god save you sir.
  • You’re right, sir. What a wonderful time to be alive! Sentences can be turned inside out so easily nowadays!
  • That’s true. People who fool around with words too much can make words act like whores—changing all the time, and immoral too.
  • May god save you sir.
  • That’s why I wish my sister didn’t have a name, sir.
  • Why man?
  • Well, her name’s a word, and if you fooled around with it you might make her into a whore. But, you know, words have been rascals ever since people started using written contracts rather than their word of honor.
  • Why do you say that?
  • Honestly, sir, I’d need to use words to explain why, and since words are so unreliable and false, I’d rather avoid using them in a serious discussion.