Twelfth Night - Playing Shakespeare

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twelfth NightScriptPlaying Shakespeare withDeutsche Bank 20162016.playingshakespeare.org

Act 1 Scene 1ACT 1 SCENE 1Music is playing. Enter Duke Orsino, Curio, and otherLords.OrsinoIf 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 soundThat breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odour. Enough! No more!’Tis not so sweet now as it was before. [Music stops.]O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thouThat, notwithstanding thy capacity,Receiveth as the sea. Naught enters there,Of what validity and pitch soe’er,But falls into abatement and low priceEven in a minute. So full of shapes is fancyThat it alone is high fantastical.CurioWill you go hunt, my lord?OrsinoWhat, Curio?CurioThe hart.OrsinoWhy 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 turned into a hart,And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,E’er since pursue me.Enter Valentine.How now, what news from her?ValentineOrsinoSo 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 veilèd walk,And water once a day her chamber roundWith eye-offending brine. All this to seasonA brother’s dead love, which she would keep freshAnd lasting in her sad remembrance.52234that: so thatsurfeiting: over-indulgingappetite: hunger for itThat strain again: play that partagain4 dying fall: falling rhythm9 quick: lively9 fresh: vigorous10–11 notwithstanding thy sea:whatever your size, can hold anyamount11 Naught: nothing12 Of what validity soe’er:whatever its value or quality1513 falls into price: loses value14 shapes: images14 fancy: love14 is high fantastical: stretchesimagination the most18 hart: male deer [a pun on ‘heart’]102020 purged: cleaned20 pestilence: disease22 fell: ruthless, fierce23 e’er: ever24 I might admitted: I was notallowed in2527 element: sky27 till seven heat: for sevensummers28 at ample view: without hermourning veil30 29 cloistress: nun31 eye-offending brine: salty tears31 season: preserve [meat waspreserved in salt water]33 remembrance: memory34 of that fine frame: so well madeO she that hath a heart of that fine frame35 but to: simply for35To pay this debt of love but to a brother,36 the rich golden shaft: Cupid’sHow will she love, when the rich golden shaftarrow [Cupid was the Roman godHath killed the flock of all affections elseof love]37–8 Hath killed in her?: hasThat live in her? When liver, brain, and heart,fixed her love on just one personThese sovereign thrones, are all supplied and filled38–9 liver, brain thrones: [the40(Her sweet perfections!) with one selfsame king.liver was said to rule passion,Away before me, to sweet beds of flowers,the brain reason and the heartLove thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.emotion]40 one selfsame: a singleThey all exit.42 canopied with bowers: in asheltered garden spot1 2016 The Shakespeare Globe Trust. Permission granted to reproduce for personal and educational use only.1Commercial copying, hiring, lending, is prohibited.1

Act 1 Scene 2ACT 1 SCENE 2Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors.ViolaWhat country, friends, is this?CaptainThis is Illyria, lady.ViolaAnd what should I do in Illyria?My brother he is in Elysium.Perchance he is not drowned. What think you, sailors?CaptainIt is perchance that you yourself were saved.ViolaO my poor brother! And so perchance may he be.CaptainTrue 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 practice)To a strong mast that lived upon the sea.Where, like Arion on the dolphin’s back,I saw him hold acquaintance with the wavesSo long as I could see.Viola[Giving money.] For saying so, there’s gold.Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,Whereto thy speech serves for authority,The like of him. Knowest thou this country?5108 chance: the possibility of goodluck1011121315 141520poor number: fewdriving: storm-drivenprovident: resourcefulthe practice: how to do it welllived: floatedArion: a musician in Greek mythwho was saved from drowning bya dolphin16 hold acquaintance with:befriended by19 unfoldeth to: encourages20 Whereto . of him: and youhave supported it20 The like of him: that he’ssurvived22 Ay: yesCaptainAy madam, well, for I was bred and bornNot three hours’ travel from this very place.ViolaWho governs here?CaptainA noble duke in nature, as in name.ViolaWhat is his name?CaptainOrsino.ViolaOrsino? I have heard my father name him.He was a bachelor then.CaptainAnd 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.30ViolaWhat’s she?35CaptainA virtuous maid, the daughter of a countThat died some twelvemonth since, then leaving herIn the protection of his son, her brother,Who shortly also died. For whose dear love(They say) she hath abjured the sightAnd company of men.Viola4 Elysium: Heaven in Greek myths[so dead]5 Perchance: [here] perhaps6 perchance: [here] by luckychance7 perchance: [in both senses]253031323333late: recentlyhence: herefresh murmur: newly rumouredgreat ones: important peopleprattle: gossip40O that I served that lady,And might not be delivered to the worldTill I had made mine own occasion mellow,What my estate is. 2016 The Shakespeare Globe Trust. Permission granted to reproduce for personal and educational use only.2Commercial copying, hiring, lending, is prohibited.40 abjured: withdrawn from41 O that I: I wish I42–4 might not my estate is:could hide my identity until Iwant to reveal it2

Act 1 Scene 3CaptainThat were hard to compass,Because she will admit no kind of suit,No, not the Duke’s.ViolaThere is a fair behaviour in thee captain,And though that nature with a beauteous wallDoth oft close in pollution, yet of theeI will believe thou hast a mind that suitsWith this thy fair and outward character.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.It may be worth thy pains, for I can singAnd speak to him in many sorts of musicThat will allow me very worth his service.What else may hap, to time I will commit.Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.CaptainBe you his eunuch, and your mute I’ll be.When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.ViolaI thank thee. Lead me on.44 compass: manage to do45 45 she will suit: she’s not lettinganyone in to ask for favours47 There is a fair . in three: Youseem a good man48–51 though that nature outward character: looks candeceive, but I think you as honest50as you seem52 I prithee: Please [‘I pray you’]52 bounteously: generously53 Conceal me what I am: helpme disguise myself5554–5 haply shall my intent: willsuit my purposes56 eunuch: a man castrated as a boyto keep a high singing voice6057 be worth thy pains: reward you59 allow me: prove I am60 hap: happen61 Only shape my wit: Justfollow my plan62 mute: someone who can’t speak63 let these eyes not see: blind meas a punishmentACT 1 SCENE 3Enter Sir Toby and Maria.Sir TobyWhat a plague means my niece to take the death of herbrother thus? I am sure care’s an enemy to life.MariaBy my troth Sir Toby, you must come in earlier a-nights.Your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your illhours.Sir TobyWhy let her except, before excepted.MariaAy, but you must confine yourself within the modestlimits of order.Sir TobyConfine? I’ll confine myself no finer than I am. Theseclothes are good enough to drink in, and so be theseboots too. And they be not, let them hang themselves intheir own straps.MariaThat quaffing and drinking will undo you. I heard mylady talk of it yesterday, and of a foolish knight that youbrought in one night here to be her wooer.Sir TobyWho, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?MariaAy, he.Sir TobyHe’s as tall a man as any’s in Illyria.MariaWhat’s that to th’ purpose?Sir TobyWhy, he has three thousand ducats a year.MariaAy, but he’ll have but a year in all these ducats. He’s avery fool and a prodigal.Sir TobyFie, that you’ll say so! He plays o’ th’ viol-de-gamboys,and speaks three or four languages word for wordwithout book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.1 What a plague: an oath similarto the modern ‘What the hell’2 care: worry3 By my troth: Honestly4 cousin: [used for a close relativeat the time]5 takes great ill hours: dislikes5you being out this late6 let her excepted: [punning,not taking the situation seriously]7–8 confine yourself order:behave more responsibly1011 And they be not: If they are not13 quaffing and drinking: drinkingsuch huge amounts13 undo you: be the ruin of you1518 any’s: any man is19 What’s that purpose?:What’s your point?20 he has a year: his income’s3,000 gold coins a year21 he’ll have ducats: he’ll wasteit all2022 prodigal: wildly extravagant23 Fie: used to reproach someonefor something said or done23 viol-de-gamboys: a stringedmusical instrument25 without book: from memory25 2016 The Shakespeare Globe Trust. Permission granted to reproduce for personal and educational use only.3Commercial copying, hiring, lending, is prohibited.33

Act 1 Scene 3MariaHe hath indeed all, most natural, for, besides that he’sa fool, he’s a great quarreller. And, but that he hath thegift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarreling,’tis thought among the prudent he would quickly havethe gift of a grave.Sir TobyBy this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors thatsay so of him. Who are they?MariaThey that add, moreover, he’s drunk nightly in yourcompanySir TobyWith drinking healths to my niece. I’ll drink to her aslong as there is a passage in my throat and drink inIllyria. He’s a coward and a coistrel that will not drinkto my niece till his brains turn o’ th’ toe, like a parish top.Enter Sir Andrew Auguecheek.What wench! Castiliano vulgo, for here comes SirAndrew Agueface.26 natural: like an idiot28 allay the hath in: tomoderate his passion for3030 the gift of a grave: be killed in afight31 By this hand: a mild oath31 substractors: [drunken missaying of ‘detractors’] slanderers3537 coistrel: knave; worthless person38 o’th’toe: upside down38 parish top: a spinning top4039 Castiliano vulgo: [drunken,mangled Latin]Sir AndrewSir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch?Sir TobySweet Sir Andrew.Sir Andrew[To Maria.] Bless you fair shrew.MariaAnd you too, sir.Sir Toby[To Sir Andrew.] Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.Sir Andrew[To Sir Toby.] What’s that?45 Accost: several meanings[punned on after]: approach[sexually], greet, woo, boardSir Toby[To Sir Andrew.] My niece’s chambermaid.47 chambermaid: ladies’ maidSir Andrew[To Maria.] Good Mistress Accost, I desire betteracquaintance.MariaMy name is Mary, sir.Sir AndrewGood Mistress Mary Accost—Sir TobyYou mistake knight. “Accost” is front her, board her, wooher, assail her.Sir Andrew[To Sir Toby.] By my troth I would not undertake her inthis company. Is that the meaning of “accost”?MariaFare you well, gentlemen.Sir Toby[To Sir Andrew.] And thou let part so Sir Andrew, wouldthou mightst never draw sword again.Sir AndrewAnd you part so mistress, I would I might never drawsword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools inhand?MariaSir, I have not you by th’ hand.Sir AndrewMarry, but you shall have, and here’s my hand.Maria[Taking his hand.] Now sir, thought is free. [Putting hishand on her breast.] I pray you, bring your hand to th’buttery bar and let it drink.Sir AndrewWherefore, sweetheart? What’s your metaphor?MariaIt’s dry, sir.Sir AndrewWhy I think so. I am not such an ass but I can keep myhand dry. But what’s your jest?Maria43 shrew: a small mouse/a badtempered woman455054 undertake: make sexualadvances to5554 in this company: in front ofothers57 An thou let part so: if you lether go like this6060 sword: [double meaning] penis60 in hand: to deal with [sexualdouble meanings follow]63 Marry: ‘By the Virgin Mary’,used at the start of a sentence foremphasis as ‘Well’ is now65 65 th’buttery bar: ledge for beertankards [sexual reference notunderstood by Aguecheek]67 Wherefore: why70A dry jest, sir. 2016 The Shakespeare Globe Trust. Permission granted to reproduce for personal and educational use only.4Commercial copying, hiring, lending, is prohibited.71 dry jest: ironic joke4

Act 1 Scene 3Sir AndrewAre you full of them?MariaAy sir, I have them at my fingers’ ends. [Letting go of hishand.] Marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.74 barren: dry, empty of jokesExit Maria.Sir TobySir AndrewO knight, thou lack’st a cup of canary. When did I seethee so put down?Never in your life I think, unless you see canary put medown. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than aChristian or an ordinary man has. But I am a great eaterof beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.7575 canary: sweet wine76 put down: silenced, drunk79 Christian: England was aChristian country: so ‘anyone80else’Sir TobyNo question.Sir AndrewAn I thought that, I’d forswear it. I’ll ride hometomorrow, Sir Toby.82 forswear it: give it upSir TobyPourquoi, my dear knight?84 Pourquoi: why [French]Sir AndrewWhat is “pourquoi”? Do, or not do? I would I hadbestowed that time in the tongues that I have infencing, dancing, and bearbaiting. O had I but followedthe arts!Sir TobyThen hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.Sir AndrewWhy, would that have mended my hair?Sir TobyPast question, for thou seest it will not curl by nature.Sir AndrewBut it becomes me well enough, dost not?Sir TobyExcellent, it hangs like flax on a distaff, and I hope tosee a housewife

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