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Twelfth Night, or What You Will[1] is a comedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written around 1601–02 as a Twelfth Night's entertainment for the close of the Christmas season. The play centres on the twins Viola and Sebastian, who are separated in a shipwreck. Viola (who is disguised as a boy) falls in love with Duke Orsino, who in turn is in love with the Countess Olivia. Upon meeting Viola, Countess Olivia falls in love with her thinking she is a man. The play expanded on the musical interludes and riotous disorder expected of the occasion,[2] with plot elements drawn from the short story "Of Apollonius and Silla" by Barnabe Rich, based on a story by Matteo Bandello. The first recorded performance was on 2 February 1602, at Candlemas, the formal end of Christmastide in the year's calendar. The play was not published until its inclusion in the 1623 First Folio (font: Wikipedia)
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Scene I. Duke Orsino’s palace.
Scene II. The sea-coast.
Scene III. Olivia’s house.
Scene IV. Duke Orsino’s palace.
Scene V. Olivia’s house.
Scene I. The sea-coast.
Scene II. A street.
Scene III. Olivia’s house.
Scene IV. Duke Orsino’s palace.
Scene V. Olivia’s garden.
Scene I. Olivia’s garden.
Scene II. Olivia’s house.
Scene III. A street.
Scene IV. Olivia’s garden.
Scene I. Before Olivia’s house.
Scene II. Olivia’s house.
Scene III. Olivia’s garden.
Scene I. Before Olivia’s house.
Orsino, Duke of Illyria.Sebastian, brother to Viola.Antonio, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.A Sea Captain, friend to Viola.Valentine and Curio, gentlemen attending on the Duke.Sir Toby Belch, uncle to Olivia.Sir Andrew Aguecheek.Malvolio, steward to Olivia.Fabian and Feste, a Clown, servants to Olivia.
Olivia.Viola.Maria, Olivia's woman.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
Scene: A city in Illyria, and the sea-coast near it.
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?
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