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7
Feb

Act 1, Scene 5: Olivia and Viola

   Posted by: Ina Centaur    in !Twelfth Night, Act 1, Director's Notes

 Below is my Director’s interpretation of one part of Twelfth Night, Act 1 Scene 5. For a marked-up/annotated script, see here.

After Viola claims that what she has to say is profanity to all other ears, but divinity to Olivia’s, she gets her time alone with Olivia. The exchange between them changes, from prose to verse, and ultimately, Olivia falls in love with Viola (disguised as Cesario) onstage.

OLIVIA
Now, sir, what is your text?
VIOLA
Most sweet lady,–
OLIVIA
A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it.
Where lies your text?
VIOLA
In Orsino’s bosom.
OLIVIA
In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
VIOLA
To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
OLIVIA
O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to
say?

At this point, Viola is perhaps starting to get fed up by Olivia’s aloof arrogance–that she would brush off her dear Orsino’s heart so easily as heresy. Next, off comes the veil, demands Viola–things are about to get more personal.

VIOLA
Good Madam, let me see your face.
OLIVIA
Have you any Commission from your Lord, to negotiate
with my face: you are now out of your Text: but we
will draw the Curtain, and show you the picture.
Olivia lifts her veil.
Look you sir, such a one I was this present: Ist not
well done?
VIOLA
Excellently done, if God did all.

I imagine Viola’s annoyance is now evident on her voice; she might sound almost as if sarcastic, definitely incredulous. Olivia, like Orsino, is rather self-centered especially now, and Olivia is already fond of Cesario (to lift her veil) considering the idea that she’s lifting her veil for Cesario, and not the Duke.

OLIVIA
‘Tis in graine sir, ’twill endure winde and weather.

Olivia begins to reveal more of her arrogance towards her own appearance, saying that her beauty will last as if engraved in stone–through wind and weather (and time).

VIOLA
Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white,
Nature’s own sweet, and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruel’st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.

Viola here echoes one of Shakespeare’s sonnets, where the argument goes to support that one should have progeny if only to pass on their beauty.

OLIVIA
O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted: I will give out
divers schedules of my beauty. It shall be Inventoried
and every particle and utensil label’d to my will: As
item two lips indifferent red, Item two grey eyes,
with lids to them; Item: one neck, one chin, and so
forth. Were you sent hither to praise me?

Olivia’s irreverence has made her arrogance become blatant, here–as if these aspects of her features are inanimate objects that can be labeled and put away. (But, the interesting part here is that one can interpret it as if she believes that future generations could “re-assemble” her beauty through an inventory listing; this is essentially what bioengineering’s ultimate goal is, and what a steampunk interpretation of this production might emphasize. Olivia and Viola could then be on the opposite ends in a spectrum of humanity, with Olivia appearing more machine-like, and Viola, in contrast, very human. We’re not doing steampunk, btw.)

VIOLA
I see what you are; you are too proud:
But if you were the devil, you are fair.
My Lord, and master loves you: O such love
Could not be recompenc’d, though you were crown’d
The nonparaeil of beauty.

Viola now claims that Olivia’s beauty is basically no match against Orsino’s love. Olivia might reply with a bit of incredulity, at this point:

Olivia: How does he love me?

Viola: With adorations, fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

OLIVIA
Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot love him
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulg’d, free, and valiant,
And in dimension, and the shape of nature,
A gracious person; but yet I cannot love him:
He might have took his answer long ago.

Olivia goes into verse. It’s almost as if she’s reading a form mail of a love rejection letter.

VIOLA
If I did love you in my master’s flame,
With such a suff’ring, such a deadly life:
In your denial, I would find no sense,
I would not understand it.

This incites Olivia’s interest. (Indeed, she seems to have a thing for the underdog–so, perhaps, she’s already developed a fondness for Viola.)

Olivia: Why, what would you?

VIOLA
Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house,
Write loyal cantons of condemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night:
Hallow your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out Olivia: O you should not rest
Between the element of air, and earth,
But you should pity me.

OLIVIA
You might do much.
What is your parentage?

Note that Olivia completes Viola’s pentameter perfectly. Olivia reacts very profoundly to Viola’s words–in fact, she’s fallen in love with Viola on stage. Next, she takes a breath of a pause, catching her wits, testing to make sure Viola’s a good match for her.

VIOLA
Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a Gentleman.

Viola has to lie a bit, so I imagine she says her second line almost too quickly.

OLIVIA
Get you to your Lord:
I cannot love him: let him send no more,
Unless perchance you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it: fare you well:
I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.

Olivia tests Viola again. Olivia seems unaware of how rude the gesture appears to be from Viola’s POV

VIOLA
I am no feed post, Lady; keep your purse,
My master not myself, lacks recompence.
Love make his heart of flint, that you shall love,
And let your fervour, like my master’s, be,
Plac’d in contempt: farewell fair cruelty.

Viola’s rudeness is, again, apparent, as she leaves. (Though we know Feste’s impertinence is more to do with his act as a fool, Olivia seems to have a natural affinity towards the rude ones.)

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4
Feb

Act 1, Scene 2: Captain and Viola

   Posted by: Ina Centaur    in !Twelfth Night, Act 1, Director's Notes

 Below is my Director’s interpretation of the first part of Twelfth Night, Act 1 Scene 2. For a marked-up/annotated script, see here.

Although the set for this scene at the SL Globe Theatre has Viola and the Captain at opposing pillars of the stage, I’m also considering trying another version–more in the Elizabethan theatre style of bare stage at the Blackfriars Theatre in Shakespeare, Second Life. While there’s a tempest separating Viola and the Captain in the design at the Globe, the one at the Blackfriars might have the Captain and Viola starting out closer together, as Viola wakes up from the shipwreck. But, in both cases, Viola starts the scene with honest confusion (though at the Globe, she might have to shout through the storm).

The scene opens with two six syllable lines, and is predominantly in verse. Viola is lost, and then slightly panicked as she asks, “And what should I do in Illyria?” She remembers what happened in the shipwrecking storm. Her lost voice becomes baleful; her brother may be lost.

Viola: And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown’d—What think you, sailor?

Captain: True, madam, and to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you and those poor number sav’d with you
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself
(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
To a strong mast that liv’d upon the sea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin’s back,
I saw him hold acquaintance

The Captain comforts her–not only to make her feel better, but perhaps, to also assert to himself that the sea hadn’t claimed another casualty. She next gives him coin for his words–but she’s not the feedpost type, so she’s paying him both for the news that her brother has a greater chance of surviving, and also to gain his confidence. She admits that her own survival makes it seem likely her brother did survive, as well, and immediately progresses to practical matters, back to the question of place:

Viola: For saying so, there’s gold.
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know’st thou this country?

The Captain tells her he was born here. Not unlike royalty, who often ask to deal directly with rulers, Viola asks who rules here, he tells her Duke Orsino rules here.  Viola immediately answers:

Viola: Orsino? I have heard my father name him…
He was a bachelor then.

Audible beat before she mentions the status of his marriage–almost as if she takes a moment to consider him as a suitor her father would approve of (she’s of marriage age). The Captain addresses her unanswered question by citing competition:

Captain: And so is now, or was so very late,
For but a month ago I went from hence,
And then ’twas fresh in murmur - as you know,
What great ones do, the less will prattle of -
That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

Viola then asks not “Who’s she”, but, “What’s she,” almost with a note of contempt. The Captain continues in pentameter:

Captain: A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died, for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjur’d the company
And sight of men.

Viola finds herself relating to Olivia. And, as often is the case, when one discovers close traits to someone whom one did not like at first, the fondness that grows is greater. In addition to the common loss of a brother, both women have the problem of marriage to deal with. Olivia chose seclusion. Viola hopes, too, to hide from the world in serving the Lady Olivia until she’d gained her state in this new land.

The Captain then tells Viola that Olivia really won’t see anyone, not even the Duke’s nuncio. Viola then immediately states she wants to work at Orsino’s, but as a boy! Despite this sudden decision, from wishing to work at Olivia’s just seconds before to the Duke’s, Viola begins her request diplomatically, and justifies how she’d qualify for the role:

Viola: There is fair behavior in thee, Captain,
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
I prithee - and I’ll pay thee bounteously -
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I’ll serve the duke:
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him.
It may be worth thy pains, for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap, to time I will commit -
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

The Captain’s reply is nearly alarming. He perhaps already sees the complications that might evolve, and Viola’s tender reasons for this choice. But, going incognito as a boy may be, perhaps, Viola’s best chance. It would ultimately be the Captain’s choice, and Viola ends the scene deferring to him.

Captain: Be you his eunuch, and your mute I’ll be:
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

Viola: I thank thee. Lead me on.

(I think one of the most interesting holistic aspect of this scene is Viola’s nearly fickle nature–which, now, at least, echoes that of Olivia’s. She quickly goes from noting the likely death of her brother to lightly pondering marriage. She goes from wishing to work at Olivia’s to the Duke’s–and concealed as a boy. Of course, it’s practical for her to figure out her way in this new land, and there’s no use in wasting time mourning. Perhaps her quick changes in Scene 2 are due to how she’s really still pondering about her brother, as she tries to figure out what do in this scene.)

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4
Feb

Act 1, Scene 4: Duke Orsino and Viola

   Posted by: Ina Centaur    in !Twelfth Night, Act 1, Director's Notes

Viola has already fallen in love with Orsino before this scene opens. (From Valentine, we find that Cesario has been serving the Duke for three days. Note, Viola seemed already poised to fall in love with Orsino–the first thing she mentioned when she heard of him back in Scene 2 was that her father knew of him, and that he was a bachelor, then.)

When the Duke enters Scene 4, I believe he enters on a different level onstage than Viola, hence his, “Who saw Cesario, ho?” However, though Cesario serves the Duke, they speak as if equals. Instead of immediately following his command to go to Olivia’s house, she questions him, asserting that Olivia, in her mourning, would not let Cesario in. (There might be a slight break in her voice; she might be saying this while reacting to the painful shock that the Duke would ask her to woo Olivia.)

The Duke replies, perhaps, in an exasperated tone, “Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, / Rather than make unprofitèd return.” Though she may be saying her next words in earnest, Viola then even goes as far as to question his logic, “Say I do speak to her, my lord, what then?”

Orsino’s reply explains why he’d favored her, to have told her “the book even of [his] secret soul.” He wants Cesario, who has the youth neither he nor Valentine has, to be his voice:

Orsino: O then, unfold the passion of my love,
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith;
It shall become thee well to act my woes:
She will attend it better in thy youth,
Than in a Nuntio’s of more grave aspect.

Viola’s modesty–”I think not so, my lord,”–prompts the Duke to beseech to Cesario his (her?) graces. Perhaps, there might be a trace of something more than fondness in his voice as he gets deeper into this reverie, as if a part of him knows that Cesario is not really a boy. This should fade as he returns to the present–by the time he calls for the attendants to accompany him.

Orsino: Dear Lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say thou art a man: Diana’s lip
Is not more smooth, and rubious: thy small pipe
Is as the maidens organ, shrill, and sound,
And all is semblative a woman’s part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair: some four or five attend him,
And if you will: for I myself am best
When least in company: prosper well in this,
And thou shall live as freely as thye lord,
To call his fortunes thine.

Viola replies immediately, completing the Duke’s pentameter–as if in a trance. She’s perhaps recovering to the Duke’s praises of her beauty, and doesn’t fully understand the significance of her agreement.  She won’t realize the difficult situation she’s trapped in until a beat later, after Duke Orsino leaves, and, completing her pentameter from the previous line, she reveals to the audience her “barful strife.”

Viola: I’ll do my best
To woo your Lady…

Exeunt Duke Orsino and others.

Viola:                         Yet a barful strife,
Who e’re I woo, myself would be his wife.

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