twelfth night act 1 part 1

Updated: 5/27/2020
twelfth night act 1 part 1

Storyboard Text

  • Oh, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
  • How now! What news from her?
  • The element itself, till seven years' heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view....A brother’s dead love, which she would keep fresh
  • And what should I do in Illyria? My brother....Perchane he is not drown’d?
  • What country, friends, is this?
  • I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves So long as I could see.
  • This is Illyria, lady.
  • Who governs here?
  • I’ll serve this duke.Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him.
  • I won’t say a word. You can be a eunuch, but I’ll be mute.... I won’t tell your secret.
  • A noble duke, in nature As in name.... Orsino
  • Why, let her except, before excepted.
  • 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.
  • Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
  • Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch!
  • Your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
  • Be clamorous, andleap all civil bounds, Rather than make unprofited return.
  • I’ve told you all the secrets of my soul. So please go to her house; if they don’t let you in, plant yourself outside her door and tell them you won’t leave until they let you see her.
  • I’ll do my bestTo woo your lady—*Yet, a barful strife—Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
  • Sure, my noble lord,If she be so abandoned to her sorrow As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
  • Sweet Sir Andrew!