{"product_id":"twelfth-night-isbn-9780812969238","title":"Twelfth Night","description":"A pair of twins are separated by a shipwreck, each believing the other has drowned. A lovesick duke woos a countess deep in mourning for her brother, while her rowdy household plots the downfall of her puritanical steward. Disguise, confusion, and mistaken identity follow in Shakespeare’s great comedy of love in all its manifestations.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnder the editorial supervision of Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen, two of today’s most accomplished Shakespearean scholars, this Modern Library series incorporates definitive texts and authoritative notes from William Shakespeare: Complete Works. Each play includes an Introduction as well as an overview of Shakespeare’s theatrical career; commentary on past and current productions based on interviews with leading directors, actors, and designers; scene-by-scene analysis; key facts about the work; a chronology of Shakespeare’s life and times; and black-and-white illustrations. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIdeal for students, theater professionals, and general readers, these modern and accessible editions from the Royal Shakespeare Company set a new standard in Shakespearean literature for the twenty-first century.Act 1 Scene 1 running scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio and other Lords Music plays\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eORSINO If music be the food of love, play on,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGive me excess of it, that surfeiting,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe appetite may sicken and so die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat strain again, it had a dying fall:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat breathes upon a bank of violets,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStealing and giving odour. Enough, no more,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. Music stops\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat, notwithstanding thy capacity,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReceiveth as the sea. Nought enters there,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf what validity and pitch soe'er,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut falls into abatement and low price\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat it alone is high fantastical.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCURIO Will you go hunt, my lord?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eORSINO What, Curio?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCURIO The hart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eORSINO Why so I do, the noblest that I have.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMethought she purged the air of pestilence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat instant was I turned into a hart,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eE'er since pursue me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Valentine\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow now, what news from her?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE So please my lord, I might not be admitted,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut from her handmaid do return this answer:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe element itself, till seven years' heat,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShall not behold her face at ample view,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut like a cloistress she will veilèd walk,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd water once a day her chamber round\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith eye-offending brine - all this to season\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd lasting in her sad remembrance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eORSINO O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo pay this debt of love but to a brother,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow will she love when the rich golden shaft\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHath killed the flock of all affections else\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat live in her - when liver, brain and heart,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and filled\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer sweet perfections with one self king!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAway before me, to sweet beds of flowers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLove thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 2 running scene 2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Viola, a Captain and Sailors\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA What country, friends, is this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN This is Illyria, lady.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA And what should I do in Illyria?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy brother he is in Elysium.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePerchance he is not drowned: what think you, sailors?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN It is perchance that you yourself were saved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA O, my poor brother! And so perchance may he be.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN True, madam, and to comfort you with chance,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAssure yourself, after our ship did split,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen you and those poor number saved with you\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMost provident in peril, bind himself -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCourage and hope both teaching him the practice -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo a strong mast that lived upon the sea,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhere, like Arion on the dolphin's back,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI saw him hold acquaintance with the waves\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo long as I could see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA For saying so, there's gold. Gives money\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhereto thy speech serves for authority,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe like of him. Know'st thou this country?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and born\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot three hours' travel from this very place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA Who governs here?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN A noble duke, in nature as in name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA What is his name?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN Orsino.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA Orsino. I have heard my father name him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was a bachelor then.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN And so is now, or was so very late,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor but a month ago I went from hence,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd then 'twas fresh in murmur - as you know,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat great ones do, the less will prattle of -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat he did seek the love of fair Olivia.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA What's she?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the protection of his son, her brother,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho shortly also died, for whose dear love,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey say, she hath abjured the sight\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd company of men.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA O that I served that lady,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd might not be delivered to the world\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTill I had made mine own occasion mellow,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat my estate is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN That were hard to compass,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause she will admit no kind of suit,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo, not the duke's.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd though that nature with a beauteous wall\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDoth oft close in pollution, yet of thee\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI will believe thou hast a mind that suits\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith this thy fair and outward character.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI prithee - and I'll pay thee bounteously -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eConceal me what I am, and be my aid\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor such disguise as haply shall become\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe form of my intent. I'll serve this duke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou shalt present me as an eunuch to him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt may be worth thy pains, for I can sing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd speak to him in many sorts of music\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat will allow me very worth his service.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat else may hap, to time I will commit,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnly shape thou thy silence to my wit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIOLA I thank thee. Lead me on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExeuntEdited by Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen RSC","brand":"Modern Library","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300565569765,"sku":"NP9780812969238","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780812969238.jpg?v=1767743058","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/twelfth-night-isbn-9780812969238","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}