Shakespeare: The Animated Tales (1992) s01e06 Episode Script
Twelfth Night
Sunshine after darkness, calm after storm.
'The poor shipwrecked souls had been cast ashore 'upon the land of Illyria, 'a green and pleasant land, 'where the beating sea gives way to beating hearts 'and storm winds to lovers' sighs.
' 'It is a land that breathes the tender spirit of its ruler, 'the Duke Orsino.
' 'He is truly a duke of hearts and sighs, 'fathoms deep in love with the fair Countess Olivia.
' If music be the food of love, play on Give me excess of it.
'But the tide of his love beats in vain against the walls of her house.
'She will have nothing to do with him.
'Olivia is in mourning for her dead brother 'and has vowed to admit no thoughts of love for seven long years.
'But though above stairs, the countess holds a court of sober melancholy, 'down below, like a stormy stomach below a calm face, 'riot ferments and bubbles, 'in the person of her uncle, Sir Toby Belch.
' What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure re's an enemy to life.
His companion is Sir Andrew Aguecheek, 'another admirer of Olivia, 'rejected, but still cherishing his hope.
'At least, this was Illylia until the shipwreck.
' - What country, friends, is this? - This is Illyria, lady.
And what should I do in Illyria? My brother, he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors? After our ship did split I saw your brother bind himself to a strong mast that lived upon the sea I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves so long as I could see.
O, for saying so, there's gold.
- Knowest thou this country? - Ay, madam, well.
- Who governs here? - Orsino.
Orsino? I'll serve this duke.
Thou shalt present me as a young man, Cesario, to him.
Cesario, thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret soul Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then? O, then unfold the passion of my love.
I'll do my best to woo your lady.
Yet whoe'er I woo Myself would be his wife.
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 The lady of the house, which is she? Speak to me; I shall answer for her.
Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house.
I am.
Speak your office.
It alone concerns your ear.
Give us this place alone.
Now, sir.
Where lies your text? - In Orsino's bosom.
- O, I have read it.
It is heresy.
Have you no more to say? Good madam, let me see your fa.
Is't not well done? 'Tis beauty truly blent.
If I did love you in my master's ï¬ame.
Why? What would you? Make me a willow bin at your gale And ll upon my soul within the house Halloo your name to the reverberate hills Olivia! Olivia! You might do much.
What is your parentage? Above my fortunes.
Get you to your lord; I cannot love him: let him send no more.
Unless, perchance, you come to me again.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
'What is your parentage?' 'Above my fortunes.
' Malvolio! She returns this ring to you, sir.
If it be worth sleeping for, there it lies If not, be it his that finds it.
I left no ring with her.
What means this lady? She loves me, sure.
Poor lady, she would better love a dream.
O mistress mine Where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming That can sing both high and low Trip no further, pretty sweating Journeys end in lovers meeting Every wise man's son doth know What a caterwauling do you keep here? Oh! Ooh! My masters, are you mad? Have you no wit, manners nor honesty? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous There shall be no more has and ale? She shall know of ill Go shake your ears! If I do not gull him Do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed.
What will thou do? I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love.
I can write very like my lady, your niece.
Oh, excellent! Once more, Cesario, get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty Tell her my love.
- But if she nnol love you, sir? - I nnol so be answer'd.
South, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is Hath for your love as great a pang of heart as you have for Olivia? Males no compare between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia.
- Ay, but I know.
- What dost thou know? Too well what love women to men may owe.
My father had a daughter loved a man As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman I should your lordship.
And what's her history? A blank, my lord.
She never told her love, But let conceallment like a worm i'the bud feed on her damask cheek We men may say more, swear more But indeed we prove much in our vows but little in our love.
But died thy sister of her love, my boy? I am all the daughters of my father's house And all the brothers too.
Sir, shall I to this lady? Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste.
By my life, this is my lady's hand.
"To the unknown beloved To whom should this be? 'Jove knows I love: but who? 'Lips, do not move: no man must know.
'M, O, A, I doth sway my life.
' M, O, A, I Every one of these letters are in my name.
'In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness 'Some are bom great, some achieve greatness 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.
"Thy Fates open their hands.
Remember who commended thy yellow stockings 'And wish to see thee ever cross-gartered.
'Go to, thou art made if thou desires! to be so 'If not, let me see thee 'A steward Still.
' This is open.
'Thou canst not choose but know who I am.
'If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling "Thy smiles become thee well Jove, I thank thee! I wil smile! I will do everything that thou wilt have me.
Mwah! 'Ever hopeful, Sir Andrew lingered, 'waiting for a word or a glance from Olivia.
'His patten was not rewarded, 'for all Olivia's attention was devoted to the gallant Cesario.
' Most excellent amplished lady, The heavens rain odours on you! That youth's a rare courtier.
'Rain odours', well! Give me your hand, sir.
- Dear lady! - Give me leave, beseech you.
What is your name? Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
My servant, sir? You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
Madam, I me to whet your gentle thoughts on his behalf.
I bade you never speak again of him.
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? Stay.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth and everything I love thee.
Adieu, good madam: never more will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Yet me again! I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man Than ever she bestowed on me.
Why, then, challenge me the count's youth to fight with him.
There is no love-broker in the world Can more prevail in man's commendation with women Than report of valour.
There is no way but this.
How now, Malvolio! Sweet lady, ho, ho.
It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed.
What is the matter with thee? Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? To bed! Ay, sweet-heart, and I'll me to thee.
What means thou by that, Malvolio? Remember who commended thy yellow stockings.
" What sayest thou? 'Some are bom great' Huh? Heaven restore thee! This is very midsummer madness.
Ma! Maria! 'Cesario, I love thee.
' She loves me.
Sure.
You must know of me, Antonio, my name is Sebastian.
Some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea - Was my sister drowned.
- Alas the day.
My master loves her dearly, and I, poor monster, fond as much on him And she, mistaken, seems to dole on me What will become of this? What's to do? Shall we go see the relics of this town? Would you'd pardon me; I do not without danger walk these streets.
On, in a sea-fight,'gainst the count his galleys I did some service If I be lapsed in this place I shall pay dear.
O, time! Thou must untangle this, not I It is too hard a knot for me to untie.
Hold, sir, here's my purse.
Haply your eye shall light upon some toy you have desire to purchase.
I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you for an hour.
The gentleness of all the gods go with thee.
- Gentleman, God save thee.
- And you, sir.
If you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard For your opposite hath in him What youth, strength, skill and wrath n furnish man withal.
I pray you, sir, what is he? He is a knight: souls and bodies hath he divorced three.
I beseech you, do me this courteous office As to know of the knight what my of fence to him is.
I will do so.
Why, man, he is a very devil They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
O, pray God, defend me.
Ay, but he will not now be pacified.
Put up your sword! If this young gentleman have done of fence, I talus the fault on me.
You, sir? Why, what are you? One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
Marry, will I, sir.
Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
I must obey.
Now my necessity makes me to ask you for my purse.
Come, sir, away.
I must entreat of you some of that money.
What money, sir? For the kindness you have show'd me here Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something.
Will you deny me now? Is't possible that my deserts to you can lack persuasion? I know of none.
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
- O heavens themselves! - Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Lead me on.
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
He named Sebastian.
O, if it prove Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love.
- A very - There's for you! And there's for thee.
- Yaaaaal - Hold, Toby! On thy life, I charge thee, hold! Be not offended, dear Cesario.
Ungracious wretch! Out of my sight! My gentle friend.
What relish is in this? How runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Nay, me, I prithee Would thou'dst be ruled by me? Madam, I will.
O, say so, and so be! Blame not this haste of mine.
If you mean well Now go with me and with this holy man Into the chantry by; there before him Plight me the full assurance of your faith That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace.
What do you say? I'll follow this good man, and go with you And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Isl fancy still my sense in Lethe sleep if it be thus to dream, still let me sleep.
One face, one voice, one habit And two persons.
What countryman, what name, what parentage? Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father Such a Sebastian was my brother too.
Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola! Most wonderful.
So mes it lady, you have been mistook.
You are betrothed, both to a maid and man.
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
And all those sayings will I overswear.
Give me thy hand and let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you Here at my house and at my proper cost.
And so in other habits you are seen Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.
Mwah! When that I was and a little tiny boy With hey, ho, the wind and the rain A foolish thing was but a toy For the rain, it raineth every day A great while ago, the world begun With 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
'The poor shipwrecked souls had been cast ashore 'upon the land of Illyria, 'a green and pleasant land, 'where the beating sea gives way to beating hearts 'and storm winds to lovers' sighs.
' 'It is a land that breathes the tender spirit of its ruler, 'the Duke Orsino.
' 'He is truly a duke of hearts and sighs, 'fathoms deep in love with the fair Countess Olivia.
' If music be the food of love, play on Give me excess of it.
'But the tide of his love beats in vain against the walls of her house.
'She will have nothing to do with him.
'Olivia is in mourning for her dead brother 'and has vowed to admit no thoughts of love for seven long years.
'But though above stairs, the countess holds a court of sober melancholy, 'down below, like a stormy stomach below a calm face, 'riot ferments and bubbles, 'in the person of her uncle, Sir Toby Belch.
' What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure re's an enemy to life.
His companion is Sir Andrew Aguecheek, 'another admirer of Olivia, 'rejected, but still cherishing his hope.
'At least, this was Illylia until the shipwreck.
' - What country, friends, is this? - This is Illyria, lady.
And what should I do in Illyria? My brother, he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors? After our ship did split I saw your brother bind himself to a strong mast that lived upon the sea I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves so long as I could see.
O, for saying so, there's gold.
- Knowest thou this country? - Ay, madam, well.
- Who governs here? - Orsino.
Orsino? I'll serve this duke.
Thou shalt present me as a young man, Cesario, to him.
Cesario, thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret soul Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then? O, then unfold the passion of my love.
I'll do my best to woo your lady.
Yet whoe'er I woo Myself would be his wife.
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 The lady of the house, which is she? Speak to me; I shall answer for her.
Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house.
I am.
Speak your office.
It alone concerns your ear.
Give us this place alone.
Now, sir.
Where lies your text? - In Orsino's bosom.
- O, I have read it.
It is heresy.
Have you no more to say? Good madam, let me see your fa.
Is't not well done? 'Tis beauty truly blent.
If I did love you in my master's ï¬ame.
Why? What would you? Make me a willow bin at your gale And ll upon my soul within the house Halloo your name to the reverberate hills Olivia! Olivia! You might do much.
What is your parentage? Above my fortunes.
Get you to your lord; I cannot love him: let him send no more.
Unless, perchance, you come to me again.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
'What is your parentage?' 'Above my fortunes.
' Malvolio! She returns this ring to you, sir.
If it be worth sleeping for, there it lies If not, be it his that finds it.
I left no ring with her.
What means this lady? She loves me, sure.
Poor lady, she would better love a dream.
O mistress mine Where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming That can sing both high and low Trip no further, pretty sweating Journeys end in lovers meeting Every wise man's son doth know What a caterwauling do you keep here? Oh! Ooh! My masters, are you mad? Have you no wit, manners nor honesty? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous There shall be no more has and ale? She shall know of ill Go shake your ears! If I do not gull him Do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed.
What will thou do? I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love.
I can write very like my lady, your niece.
Oh, excellent! Once more, Cesario, get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty Tell her my love.
- But if she nnol love you, sir? - I nnol so be answer'd.
South, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is Hath for your love as great a pang of heart as you have for Olivia? Males no compare between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia.
- Ay, but I know.
- What dost thou know? Too well what love women to men may owe.
My father had a daughter loved a man As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman I should your lordship.
And what's her history? A blank, my lord.
She never told her love, But let conceallment like a worm i'the bud feed on her damask cheek We men may say more, swear more But indeed we prove much in our vows but little in our love.
But died thy sister of her love, my boy? I am all the daughters of my father's house And all the brothers too.
Sir, shall I to this lady? Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste.
By my life, this is my lady's hand.
"To the unknown beloved To whom should this be? 'Jove knows I love: but who? 'Lips, do not move: no man must know.
'M, O, A, I doth sway my life.
' M, O, A, I Every one of these letters are in my name.
'In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness 'Some are bom great, some achieve greatness 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.
"Thy Fates open their hands.
Remember who commended thy yellow stockings 'And wish to see thee ever cross-gartered.
'Go to, thou art made if thou desires! to be so 'If not, let me see thee 'A steward Still.
' This is open.
'Thou canst not choose but know who I am.
'If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling "Thy smiles become thee well Jove, I thank thee! I wil smile! I will do everything that thou wilt have me.
Mwah! 'Ever hopeful, Sir Andrew lingered, 'waiting for a word or a glance from Olivia.
'His patten was not rewarded, 'for all Olivia's attention was devoted to the gallant Cesario.
' Most excellent amplished lady, The heavens rain odours on you! That youth's a rare courtier.
'Rain odours', well! Give me your hand, sir.
- Dear lady! - Give me leave, beseech you.
What is your name? Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
My servant, sir? You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
Madam, I me to whet your gentle thoughts on his behalf.
I bade you never speak again of him.
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? Stay.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth and everything I love thee.
Adieu, good madam: never more will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Yet me again! I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man Than ever she bestowed on me.
Why, then, challenge me the count's youth to fight with him.
There is no love-broker in the world Can more prevail in man's commendation with women Than report of valour.
There is no way but this.
How now, Malvolio! Sweet lady, ho, ho.
It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed.
What is the matter with thee? Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? To bed! Ay, sweet-heart, and I'll me to thee.
What means thou by that, Malvolio? Remember who commended thy yellow stockings.
" What sayest thou? 'Some are bom great' Huh? Heaven restore thee! This is very midsummer madness.
Ma! Maria! 'Cesario, I love thee.
' She loves me.
Sure.
You must know of me, Antonio, my name is Sebastian.
Some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea - Was my sister drowned.
- Alas the day.
My master loves her dearly, and I, poor monster, fond as much on him And she, mistaken, seems to dole on me What will become of this? What's to do? Shall we go see the relics of this town? Would you'd pardon me; I do not without danger walk these streets.
On, in a sea-fight,'gainst the count his galleys I did some service If I be lapsed in this place I shall pay dear.
O, time! Thou must untangle this, not I It is too hard a knot for me to untie.
Hold, sir, here's my purse.
Haply your eye shall light upon some toy you have desire to purchase.
I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you for an hour.
The gentleness of all the gods go with thee.
- Gentleman, God save thee.
- And you, sir.
If you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard For your opposite hath in him What youth, strength, skill and wrath n furnish man withal.
I pray you, sir, what is he? He is a knight: souls and bodies hath he divorced three.
I beseech you, do me this courteous office As to know of the knight what my of fence to him is.
I will do so.
Why, man, he is a very devil They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
O, pray God, defend me.
Ay, but he will not now be pacified.
Put up your sword! If this young gentleman have done of fence, I talus the fault on me.
You, sir? Why, what are you? One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
Marry, will I, sir.
Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
I must obey.
Now my necessity makes me to ask you for my purse.
Come, sir, away.
I must entreat of you some of that money.
What money, sir? For the kindness you have show'd me here Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something.
Will you deny me now? Is't possible that my deserts to you can lack persuasion? I know of none.
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
- O heavens themselves! - Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Lead me on.
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
He named Sebastian.
O, if it prove Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love.
- A very - There's for you! And there's for thee.
- Yaaaaal - Hold, Toby! On thy life, I charge thee, hold! Be not offended, dear Cesario.
Ungracious wretch! Out of my sight! My gentle friend.
What relish is in this? How runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Nay, me, I prithee Would thou'dst be ruled by me? Madam, I will.
O, say so, and so be! Blame not this haste of mine.
If you mean well Now go with me and with this holy man Into the chantry by; there before him Plight me the full assurance of your faith That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace.
What do you say? I'll follow this good man, and go with you And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Isl fancy still my sense in Lethe sleep if it be thus to dream, still let me sleep.
One face, one voice, one habit And two persons.
What countryman, what name, what parentage? Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father Such a Sebastian was my brother too.
Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola! Most wonderful.
So mes it lady, you have been mistook.
You are betrothed, both to a maid and man.
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
And all those sayings will I overswear.
Give me thy hand and let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you Here at my house and at my proper cost.
And so in other habits you are seen Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.
Mwah! When that I was and a little tiny boy With hey, ho, the wind and the rain A foolish thing was but a toy For the rain, it raineth every day A great while ago, the world begun With 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