Twelfth Night Structure, speeches, and staging
Twelfth Night -- Act I Scene 1 Orsino sad Scene 3 Sir Toby drunk Maria aids Scene 2 Viola sad To serve Orsino Scene 4 Viola and Orsino Scene 5 Maria/Feste Feste/Olivia Olivia/Malvolio Olivia/Cesario (Viola)
Twelfth Night -- Act I Scene 1 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.
Twelfth Night -- Act I Scene 5 OLIVIA What's a drunken man like, fool? FESTE Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.
Twelfth Night -- Act I Scene 5 CESARIO If I did love you in my master's flame, With such a suffering, such a deadly life, In your denial I would find no sense; I would not understand it. OLIVIA Why, what would you?
Twelfth Night -- Act I Scene 5 CESARIO Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me!
Twelfth Night -- Act II Scene 1 Antonio/Sebastian Scene 2 Malvolio/Cesario Scene 3 Sir Toby/Andrew Maria/Feste Malvolio Scene 4 Orsino/Viola Feste Scene 5 Maria’s Jest Malvolio letter
Twelfth Night -- Act II Scene 2 CESARIO My master loves her dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. What will become of this? As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love; As I am woman,--now alas the day!-- What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! O time! thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
Twelfth Night -- Act II Scene 3 FESTE (sings) What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Twelfth Night -- Act II Scene 3 SIR TOBY Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Twelfth Night -- Act II Scene 4 ORSINO For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Twelfth Night -- Act II Scene 4 FESTE (sings) Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Twelfth Night -- Act II Scene 4 CESARIO She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Twelfth Night -- Act II Scene 5 MALVOLIO By my life, this is my lady's hand these be her very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her great P's.
Twelfth Night -- Act III Scene 1 Viola/Feste Sir Toby/Andrew Viola/Olivia • Scene 3 • Sebastian/ • Antonio Scene 2 Sir Andrew to Challenge Cesario Scene 4 Olivia/Malvolio, yellow stockings Sir Toby to care for Malvolio Olivia/Cesario Viola challenged by Sir Andrew Antonio rescues Viola
Twelfth Night -- Act III Scene 1 CESARIO By innocence I swear, and by my youth I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, And that no woman has; nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good madam: never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Twelfth Night -- Act IV Scene 1 Feste/Sebastian Sebastian fights Sir Toby Olivia breaks up fight Scene 3 Olivia and Sebastian marry Scene 2 Malvolio’s torment Feste as Sir Topas
Twelfth Night -- Act IV Scene 1 SEBASTIAN 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; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Twelfth Night -- Act V Scene 1 Feste/Fabian Feste/Orsino Viola/Orsino/Antonio Olivia/Orsino/Cesario Sebastian/Sir Toby/Sir Andrew Viola/Sebastian Malvolio Feste’s Song
Twelfth Night -- Act V Scene 1 ORSINO One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural perspective, that is and is not!
Twelfth Night -- Act V Scene 1 SEBASTIAN So comes it, lady, you have been mistook: But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Twelfth Night -- Act V Scene 1 FESTE (sings) When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain. 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain, it raineth every
Twelfth Night -- Act V Scene 1 FESTE (sings) con’t But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rainBy swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain, it raineth every day But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the wind and the rainWith toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain, it raineth every day
Twelfth Night -- Act V Scene 1 FESTE (sings) con’t A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rainBut that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.