Twelfth Night
Storyboard Description
Act 1, Scene 5
Texte du Storyboard
- Act 1 Scene 5
- (To Herself -Olivia-) Give me my viel. Come, throw it o'ver my face.
- If I do not unsurp myself, I am
- The veil covers Olivias face and we see Viola (dressed as a man)
- Are you the lady of the house?
- Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise
- Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours to reserve. I will on with my speech in your praise, and then show you the heart of my message
- Alas, I look great painsto study it, and 'tis poetical.
- It is more like to be feigned: I pray you, if you have reason, be brief. Speak your office.
- We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Look you, sir, is't not well done? (Unviels)
- Good Madam, let me see your face.
- lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no copy.
- Were you sent hither to praise me?
- I see you what you are, you are too proud; But, my lord and master loves you
- Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him: He might have took his answer long ago. I cannot love him: let him send no more; Unless, perchance, you come to me again.
- Viola Exits leaving Olivia to her thoughts.
- Farewell, fair cruelty.
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