No Fear Shakespeare
Twelfth Night
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Act 2, Scene 3, Page 3
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SIR ANDREW
Excellent good, i' faith.
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SIR ANDREW
That was excellent, really excellent.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
Good, good.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
Good, very good.
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FOOL
(sings)
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter.
Present mirth hath present laughter.
What’s to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
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FOOL
(singing)
What is love? It isn’t in the future. When you’re having fun now, you’re laughing right now. The future’s unsure, and there’s no reason to waste time. Come kiss me while you’re twenty. You won’t be young forever.
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SIR ANDREW
A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
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SIR ANDREW
A beautiful voice, I swear.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
A contagious breath.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
His breath stinks.
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SIR ANDREW
Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.
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SIR ANDREW
Yes, it stinks very sweetly.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we
make the welkin dance indeed? Shall we rouse the night owl
in a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? Shall
we do that?
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SIR TOBY BELCH
If we could listen to him with our noses, we would definitely say he stinks very sweetly. So what do you say, should we sing loud enough to shake the heavens? Should we sing a round to wake up the night owl? Should we do that?
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SIR ANDREW
An you love me, let’s do ’t. I am dog at a catch.
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SIR ANDREW
Let’s go for it. I’m a very good singer, and can sing rounds like a dog.
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FOOL
By 'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
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FOOL
Then you’ll be good at catchy tunes. Dogs like to play catch.
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SIR ANDREW
Most certain. Let our catch be “Thou Knave.”
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SIR ANDREW
Absolutely. Let’s dance to “You Jerk.”
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FOOL
“Hold thy peace, thou knave,” knight? I shall be
constrained in ’t to call thee knave, knight.
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FOOL
You mean, “Shut up, you jerk”? That’s the song where the singers call each other jerks, right? So I’ll be forced to call you a jerk, Sir Andrew.
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