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Jul 1, 2000 · Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616: Title: Twelfth Night Note: There is an improved edition of this title, eBook #38901: Language: English: LoC Class: PR: Language and Literatures: English literature: Subject: Comedies Subject: Mistaken identity -- Drama Subject: Twins -- Drama Subject: Siblings -- Drama Subject: Shipwreck survival -- Drama ...
Oct 20, 2017 · ABBYY FineReader 11.0 (Extended OCR) Ppi. 600. Scanner. Internet Archive HTML5 Uploader 1.6.3. William. shakespeare. Twelfth Night, or What You Will is a comedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written around 1601–02 as a Twelfth Night's entertainment for the...
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In Twelfth Night, Shakespeare introduces a cast of uproarious characters (including Malvolio, Toby Belch, and Andrew Aguecheek), and tells a story of fickle fortune, mourning, love, and reunion. The Shakescleare modern English translation of the play will help you comprehend Shakespeare’s language, and the play’s most important quotes ...
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Twelfth Night Full Play Summary. In the kingdom of Illyria, a nobleman named Orsino lies around listening to music, pining away for the love of Lady Olivia. He cannot have her because she is in mourning for her dead brother and refuses to entertain any proposals of marriage. Meanwhile, off the coast, a storm has caused a terrible shipwreck.
Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again, it had a dying fall. 5 Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
