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Oh, that record is lively in my soul!
He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
Oh, I remember that very clearly! It’s true, he died on the day my sister turned thirteen.


If nothing lets to make us happy both
But this my masculine usurped attire,
Do not embrace me till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
That I am Viola. Which to confirm,
I’ll bring you to a captain in this town,
Where lie my maiden weeds, by whose gentle help
I was preserved to serve this noble count.
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady and this lord.
If the only thing keeping us from rejoicing is the fact that I’m wearing men’s clothes, then don’t hug me till I can prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that I’m Viola. I’ll take you to a sea captain here in town who’s got my women’s clothing in storage. He saved my life so I could serve this noble count. Everything that’s happened to me since then has involved my relationship with this lady and this lord.

(to OLIVIA) 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 betrothed both to a maid and man.
(to OLIVIA) So you got it wrong, my lady. But nature fixed everything, turning your love for my sister into a love for me. If you hadn’t, you would’ve married a maiden. But that’s not completely wrong. I’m still a virgin, so in a sense I’m a maiden too.

(to OLIVIA) Be not amazed. Right noble is his blood.
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
(to VIOLA) Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
(to OLIVIA) Don’t be shocked. His blood is noble. If this is all as true as it seems to be, then I’m going to have a share in that lucky shipwreck. (to VIOLA) Boy, you told me a thousand times you’d never love a woman as much as you love me.

And all those sayings will I overswear;
And those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbèd continent the fire
That severs day from night.
Everything I said before I’ll say again. I swear I meant every word.

   Give me thy hand,
And let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds.
Give me your hand and let me see you dressed in woman’s clothing.

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Twelfth Night (No Fear Shakespeare)