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This song, from one of Shakespeare’s most popular comedies, is sung by the Clown or Fool character, Feste, at the end of Twelfth Night.Some critics have expressed doubts over Shakespeare’s authorship of the song, which may have been written by Robert Armin (who played the fool characters in the original productions of many of Shakespeare’s plays) or may be an earlier song that predates ...
Feb 18, 2015 · 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. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true. Did share it.Not a flower, not a flower sweet. On my black coffin let there be strown;
Share Cite. Music and songs have special implications in the play Twelfth Night. They help to create the festive atmosphere of the play. It should be noted in this regard that Twelfth Night opens ...
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Precious stones are used as metaphors. Feste says to Orsino that “thy mind is very opal.” In a usual manner, Shakespeare uses the image of animals and birds. Here Orsino says, “I’ll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, to spite a raven’s heart within a dove.” Such a language reveals to us how untouched Orsino is from true love.
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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
The language of Twelfth Night may be divided into prose (60%) and verse (40%) (Bate/Rasmussen, 649), but it may be more useful to consider it as prose, verse, and poetry. A section of 1.5 will illustrate a few of the significant strengths of Shakespeare's use of each form. (For a fourth category, song, see below.) Prose.
But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world [begun] 2 , [With] 1 hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. Authorship:
