Twelfth NightTwelfth Night -- Act ISlide 3Slide 4Slide 5Slide 6Twelfth Night -- Act IISlide 8Slide 9Slide 10Slide 11Slide 12Slide 13Slide 14Twelfth Night -- Act IIISlide 16Twelfth Night -- Act IVSlide 18Twelfth Night -- Act VSlide 20Slide 21Slide 22Slide 23Slide 24Twelfth NightTwelfth NightStructure,speeches, and stagingTwelfth Night -- Act ITwelfth Night -- Act IScene 1Orsino sadScene 2Viola sadTo serve OrsinoScene 3Sir Toby drunkMaria aidsScene 4Viola and OrsinoScene 5Maria/FesteFeste/OliviaOlivia/MalvolioOlivia/Cesario (Viola)Twelfth Night -- Act ITwelfth Night -- Act IORSINO 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.Scene 1Twelfth Night -- Act ITwelfth Night -- Act IOLIVIA 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.Scene 5Twelfth Night -- Act ITwelfth Night -- Act IScene 5CESARIO 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 ITwelfth Night -- Act IScene 5CESARIO 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 IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 1Antonio/SebastianScene 2Malvolio/CesarioScene 3Sir Toby/AndrewMaria/FesteMalvolioScene 4Orsino/ViolaFesteScene 5Maria’s JestMalvolio letterTwelfth Night -- Act IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 2CESARIO 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 IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 3FESTE (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 IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 3SIR 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 IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 4ORSINO 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 IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 4FESTE (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 IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 4CESARIO 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 IITwelfth Night -- Act IIScene 5MALVOLIO 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 IIITwelfth Night -- Act IIIScene 1Viola/FesteSir Toby/AndrewViola/OliviaScene 2Sir Andrew toChallenge Cesario Scene 3Sebastian/AntonioScene 4Olivia/Malvolio, yellow stockingsSir Toby to care for MalvolioOlivia/CesarioViola challenged by Sir AndrewAntonio rescues ViolaTwelfth Night -- Act IIITwelfth Night -- Act IIICESARIO 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.Scene 1Twelfth Night -- Act IVTwelfth Night -- Act IVScene 1Feste/SebastianSebastian fights Sir TobyOlivia breaks up fightScene 2Malvolio’s tormentFeste as Sir Topas Scene 3Olivia and Sebastian marryTwelfth Night -- Act IVTwelfth Night -- Act IVScene 1SEBASTIAN 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 VTwelfth Night -- Act VScene 1Feste/FabianFeste/OrsinoViola/Orsino/AntonioOlivia/Orsino/CesarioSebastian/Sir Toby/Sir AndrewViola/SebastianMalvolioFeste’s SongTwelfth Night -- Act VTwelfth Night -- Act VScene 1ORSINO One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural perspective, that is and is not!Twelfth Night -- Act VTwelfth Night -- Act VSEBASTIAN 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.Scene 1Twelfth Night -- Act VTwelfth Night -- Act VFESTE (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 everyScene 1Twelfth Night -- Act VTwelfth Night -- Act VFESTE (sings) con’tBut 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 dayBut 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 dayScene 1Twelfth Night -- Act VTwelfth Night -- Act VFESTE (sings) con’tA 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.Scene