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    Twelfth Night
    Twelfth Night
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    Twelfth Night

    By Wiliam Shakespeare

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    William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in late April 1565 and baptised there on 26th April. He was one of eight children. Little is known about his life but what is evident is the enormous contribution he has made to world literature. His writing was progressive, magnificent in scope and breathtaking in execution. His plays and sonnets helped enable the English language to speak with a voice unmatched by any other. William Shakespeare died on April 23rd 1616, survived by his wife and two daughters. He was buried two days after his death in the chancel of the Holy Trinity Church. The epitaph on the slab which covers his grave includes the following passage, Good friend, for Jesus’s sake forbear, To dig the dust enclosed here. Blessed me the man that spares these stones, And cursed be he that moves my bones. Here we publish his comedy from 1599 'Twelfth Night'.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateMar 13, 2014
    ISBN9781783943371
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      Twelfth Night - Wiliam Shakespeare

      Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

      William was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in late April 1565 and baptised there on 26th April. He was one of eight children.  Little is known about his life but what is evident is the enormous contribution he has made to world literature.  His writing was progressive, magnificent in scope and breathtaking in execution.  His plays and sonnets helped enable the English language to speak with a voice unmatched by any other. 

      William Shakespeare died on April 23rd 1616, survived by his wife and two daughters. He was buried two days after his death in the chancel of the Holy Trinity Church. The epitaph on the slab which covers his grave includes the following passage,

      Good friend, for Jesus’s sake forbear,

      To dig the dust enclosed here.

      Blessed me the man that spares these stones,

      And cursed be he that moves my bones.

      Index Of Contents

      Act I, Scene I

      Act I, Scene II

      Act I, Scene III

      Act I, Scene IV

      Act I, Scene V

      Act II, Scene I

      Act II, Scene II

      Act II, Scene III

      Act II, Scene IV

      Act II, Scene V

      Act III, Scene I

      Act III, Scene II

      Act III, Scene III

      Act III, Scene IV

      Act IV, Scene I

      Act IV, Scene II

      Act IV, Scene III

      Act V, Scene I

      William Shakespeare – A Short Biography

      William Shakespeare – A Concise Bibliography

      ACT I

      SCENE I. DUKE ORSINO's palace.

      Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending

      DUKE 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.

      O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,

      That, notwithstanding thy capacity

      Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

      Of what validity and pitch soe'er,

      But falls into abatement and low price,

      Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy

      That it alone is high fantastical.

      CURIO

      Will you go hunt, my lord?

      DUKE ORSINO

      What, Curio?

      CURIO

      The hart.

      DUKE ORSINO

      Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:

      O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

      Methought she purged the air of pestilence!

      That instant was I turn'd into a hart;

      And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,

      E'er since pursue me.

      Enter VALENTINE

      How now! what news from her?

      VALENTINE

      So please my lord, I might not be admitted;

      But from her handmaid do return this answer:

      The element itself, till seven years' heat,

      Shall not behold her face at ample view;

      But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk

      And water once a day her chamber round

      With eye-offending brine: all this to season

      A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh

      And lasting in her sad remembrance.

      DUKE ORSINO

      O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame

      To pay this debt of love but to a brother,

      How will she love, when the rich golden shaft

      Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else

      That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,

      These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd

      Her sweet perfections with one self king!

      Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:

      Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

      Exeunt

      SCENE II. The sea-coast.

      Enter VIOLA, a CAPTAIN, and Sailors

      VIOLA

      What country, friends, is this?

      CAPTAIN

      This is Illyria, lady.

      VIOLA

      And what should I do in Illyria?

      My brother he is in Elysium.

      Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?

      CAPTAIN

      It is perchance that you yourself were saved.

      VIOLA

      O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.

      CAPTAIN

      True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,

      Assure yourself, after our ship did split,

      When you and those poor number saved with you

      Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,

      Most provident in peril, bind himself,

      Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,

      To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;

      Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,

      I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves

      So long as I could see.

      VIOLA

      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?

      CAPTAIN

      Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born

      Not three hours' travel from this very place.

      VIOLA

      Who governs here?

      CAPTAIN

      A noble duke, in nature as in name.

      VIOLA

      What is the name?

      CAPTAIN

      Orsino.

      VIOLA

      Orsino! I have heard my father name him:

      He was a bachelor then.

      CAPTAIN

      And so is now, or was so very late;

      For but a month ago I went from hence,

      And then 'twas fresh in murmur, as, you know,

      What great ones do the less will prattle of,

      That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

      VIOLA

      What's she?

      CAPTAIN

      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.

      VIOLA

      O that I served that lady

      And might not be delivered to the world,

      Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

      What my estate is!

      CAPTAIN

      That were hard to compass;

      Because she will admit no kind of suit,

      No, not the duke's.

      VIOLA

      There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;

      And though that nature with a beauteous wall

      Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee

      I will believe thou hast a mind that suits

      With this thy fair and outward character.

      I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,

      Conceal me what I am, and be my aid

      For such disguise as haply shall become

      The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:

      Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:

      It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing

      And speak to him in many sorts of music

      That will allow me very worth his service.

      What else may hap to time I will commit;

      Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

      CAPTAIN

      Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:

      When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

      VIOLA

      I thank thee: lead me on.

      Exeunt

      SCENE III. OLIVIA'S House.

      Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA

      SIR TOBY BELCH

      What a plague means my niece, to take the death of

      her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.

      MARIA

      By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'

      nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great

      exceptions to your ill hours.

      SIR TOBY BELCH

      Why, let her except, before excepted.

      MARIA

      Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest

      limits of order.

      SIR TOBY BELCH

      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.

      MARIA

      That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard

      my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a

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