No Fear Shakespeare
Twelfth Night
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 2, Scene 3, Page 8
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I can write very like my lady your niece: on a forgotten matter
we can hardly make distinction of our hands.
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and I can’t tell the difference between each other’s handwriting.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
Excellent! I smell a device.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
Excellent! Sounds like you’ve got a good trick in mind.
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SIR ANDREW
I have ’t in my nose too.
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SIR ANDREW
I like it too.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they
come from my niece, and that she’s in love with him.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
He’ll think these letters are from Olivia and that she’s in love with him.
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MARIA
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
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MARIA
Yes, that’s the idea.
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SIR ANDREW
And your horse now would make him an ass.
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SIR ANDREW
He’s going to look like a total idiot.
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MARIA
Ass, I doubt not.
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MARIA
Absolutely, you idiot.
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SIR ANDREW
Oh, ’twill be admirable!
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SIR ANDREW
This is going to be great!
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MARIA
Sport royal, I warrant you. I know my physic will work with
him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third,
where he shall find the letter. Observe his construction of it.
For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
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MARIA
It’s going to be fun, I promise. I know my medicine will work on him. I’ll have you two hide—and the fool too—right where he’ll find the letter. Watch his reaction. Meanwhile, let’s go to bed and dream about this. Good night.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
Good night, Penthesilea.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
Good night, you amazing woman, you.
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SIR ANDREW
Before me, she’s a good wench.
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SIR ANDREW
She’s a fine woman, all right.
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SIR TOBY BELCH
She’s a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me. What o'
that?
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SIR TOBY BELCH
She’s a good little woman, and she adores me. What about it?
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SIR ANDREW
I was adored once too.
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SIR ANDREW
Someone adored me once, too.
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