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  **Looking Back to the 16th Century… ** ** Twelfth Night ** **  // Twelfth Night also known as What You Will, is a comedy written by Shakespeare in 1601 and is based on the short story, “Of Apolonius and Silla”. Twelfth Night is a tale of disguises and mistaken identity that takes place in the kingdom of Illyria with a man named Orisno the Duke of the land. Orisno is in love with Lady Olivia and with this unrequited love comes mishaps and chaos that ensues all over the land. Through this wiki we will attempt to take you into the world of William Shakespeare and into the realm of one of his most studied and beloved plays to discover the different channels of identity in relation to lifestyles of 16th Century England. // **

Analysis of the Play: **  The first time //Twelfth Night// is mentioned in the annals of history is in the recovered diary of a lawyer named Manningham. "At our feast," he wrote, "we had a play called 'Twelve Night, or What You Will.' Much like the Comedy of Errors..." The feast mentioned here is known to historians as Candlemas, which took place in Middle Temple on February 2nd, 1602. This is widely accepted to not be the first time the play had been produced. One scholar, Leslie Hotson, is the chief lobbyist for the theory that the play in fact debuted on Twelfth Night (January 6th) in 1601. It is known that at that time the Duke of Bracciano, Don Virginio Orsino, was visiting the court of Queen Elizabeth. Hotson explains that the audience of the day was meant to recognize The play's Orsino as his visiting namesake, Olivia as Queen Elizabeth, and Malvolio as Sir William Knollys, the pompous Comptroller of the Royal Household. This particular theory on the plays origins, while prominent, is becoming less and less popular for many reasons, most prominent of which is the suggested timeline. The visit of Duke Orsino was not known of by the English court until December 26, 1600. This means that in order for Hotson's theory to hold up, Shakespeare would have had to write the play and his men rehearse it in the span of only eleven days. Beyond this, it would be assumed that neither Orsino nor Elizabeth would have appreciated being equated to these characters given their ample flaws and follies, and it is unlikely even for Shakespeare that he would have openly insulted such people to their faces with no real provocation. Additionally, it is felt that to suggest Malvolio is based on a real person, and that his purpose was merely to insult and attack the personality and beliefs of this public figure, is to undermine the brilliance and complexity of the character.
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**// The Title: //** //Twelfth Night// refers to an Elizabethan holiday set twelve days after Christmas (January 6th) that was originally meant to commemorate, amongst other important events, the day of Christ's baptism. Though as has happened with most other once holy holidays, it descended into a day of drinking and celebration, an excuse to hold parties which were regarded as pagan rituals meant to comment on the world being morally turned upside-down. This fact goes hand in hand with the assumed meaning of the second part of the title. "What You Will," on the one hand is an invitation by Shakespeare to rename the play in any way you see fit (one member of the royal court reportedly ordered a copy of the play be printed for his private use with the title being changed to "Malvolio") but it also eludes to the wanton, irrational passion that characterizes the holiday it is named for. "Will," in Shakespeare's time, often meant to give into one's desires without thinking. This of course fits with many of the major events of the play, in which nearly all of the central characters grapple with the suffering induced by their own deep-rooted desires and loves. Viola, Orsino, Olivia, and Malvolio, just to name a few, all act erratically and unwisely during some point in the play, throwing common sense and at times self-preservation and morals to the wind in order to get closer to what they want.

**// Themes of the Play: //**  Twelfth Night delves into many themes, from unrequited love (The many convoluted love connections include Viola to Orsino, Orsino to Olivia, Olivia to Viola [as Cesario], Malvolio to Olivia, and even perhaps Antonio to Sebastian) to religious folly (Farcical moments such as the mocking of Sir Topas and the general depiction of Malvolio as a puritanical antagonist) to the need to feel useful and valuable (Feste's haunting melancholy in the face of being a sad, brilliant man who lives on being viewed as a fool), but no theme is perhaps explored more completely and and with more variations than the theme of identity. On the surface this concept is played to great comedic effect. The presence of twins is a device Shakespeare and many of his contemporaries often employed. Beyond the obviousness of the crowd-pleasing scenes in mistaken identity, these twins Viola and Sebastian can be looked at as one half of a single being. Once separated, both are forced to adopt new identities; Viola to gain a livelihood in safety as a man and Sebastian to conceal himself during his association with the disreputable Antonio. Only when the two finally meet are they able to reveal themselves fully to not only the other characters but to the audience as well. Indeed, we as a listening audience are never even told Viola's name until it is spoken by Sebastian during their first on-stage meeting. Identity can also be viewed by how people are willing to sacrifice their own personal identities for a chance at what they most desire. Olivia at the play's beginning is grief-stricken and in mourning for the death of her brother bars all visitors from her presence. Though she is persistently pursued by Duke Orsino, nothing rouses her from her state of perpetual sadness until the young Cesario enters her life. She is stripped of her cold exterior and chases after the youth with abandon. Her circumstances are in fact strikingly similar to her other more extreme suitor, Malvolio...

<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**// Analysis of characters: Malvolio //** <span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Though many, if not all, of Twelfth Night's characters possess at least some intriguing character traits or personal demons, none in my opinion is as diverse and unique as Malvolio. At the opening of the play he appears to be nothing more than a humorously stuck-up servant meant to make the audience chuckle inbetween the more plot-driven scenes. His earlier encounters with the characters immediately established as our fun-loving comic relief brands him as the outsider and antagonist, and we are trained in these scenes to delight in any mischief or hard words which may befall him. Maria and Sir Toby's ruse seems harmless and funny enough, but when the first phase is carried out we begin to see the first glimmers of the real Malvolio. We see a real man, not a cold, unfeeling thing, able to experience and articulate great passion and wild fancies. Certainly he can still be considered self-involved, but no more so than Sir Toby, a man who leeches off of those who wish him well, contributes nothing, and takes pride in both these facts. Indeed Malvolio seems to possess more passion and assertiveness than any other character in the show. Gradually, as the mischief escalates we begin to feel more and more compassion as we recognize Malvolio's own pains and disapointments to be our own. We identify with him and see in him our own missed opportunities and unfullfilled dreams, and as the play closes, and we see Malvolio as a broken and beaten-down shell of his former self, the otherwise happy ending feels strangely bitter to us. As the only character who showed any kind of real vulnerability, or voiced his deepest hopes aloud so we might here, we conciously or unconciously begin to experience the play through Malvolio's eyes. Sympathy turns to empathy, and we recognize what has really happened by play's end. All happy endings come at some kind of price, and Malvolio is the one who was forced to pay. The backbone of this comedy is his tragedy, and it is element that we can best learn from. <span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">   **<span style="font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(192,0,0); line-height: 115%; font-family: Vivaldi;">Religious practices, festivals, beliefs and identity **<span style="font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(192,0,0); line-height: 115%; font-family: Vivaldi;"> <span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">During the Elizabethan era in England. the reigning religions were Protestantism and Catholicism. While Protestantism was more popular, Catholicism was also practiced. The beliefs and convictions followed in both these religious were so strong that they led to many conflicts between the people that adhered to them. The monarchs decreed what religion was the "favored" religion and whomever did not follow that particular "favored" religion was persecuted if found.

Many festivals and rituals were observed during this period of British history, at least where religion was concerned. Both Protestant and Catholic adherents practiced these ways, sometimes in secret, especially if their religious preference was not the "favored" or "preferred" religion, as stated by the monarch. Some examples of these festivals/practices are: -beginning of March, Shrove Tuesday and Ash Wednesday; Shrove Tuesday akin to Mardi Gras, a time to cleanse the body of vices before Lent. (Catholic festivals) -March 24th Lady Day, celebration in remembrance of the Annunciation (Catholic festival) -June 21st Midsummer, Christianized as the feast of St. John the Baptist (Protestant festival) -August 1st, Lammastide, or Lammas Day, customary to bring a loaf of bread to the church (Protestant practice) -September 29th, Michealmas, celebrated the beginning of autumn and Micheal the Archangel. (Catholic festival) -October 31st, Halloween, celebration of the days of the dead (Catholic and Protestant festival) -November 1st, All Saints Day, celebration of the souls of the deceased (Catholic practice) -late December, 12 days of Christmas (Catholic and Protestant festival) <span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">** //A Summary// **: <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> As Mark E. Dever states in his scholarly essay //Puritanism and Calvinism in Late Elizabethan and Early Stuart England//, both these religions were, at one time or another favored by the monarchy of the time and were thusly followed by loyal subjects. Catholicism and Protestantism (the Lutheran church) were the undercurrent theologies. If the subjects of the land were found enacting practices of these religions, they were quickly shut down and prosecuted for disloyalty to the crown. Though one could consider these religions the underdogs of mass ideology, there was by no means less friction between the beliefs. <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Elizabethan Catholics believed that Mass and the Bible should be kept in the old Latin language, as it had been for the past 1000 years. These practices were questioned during the Reformation and the beliefs of some radicals, such as Martin Luther, who brought about Protestantism. Elizabethan Protestants believed that Mass and the Bible should be in whatever language the common man spoke so it could be more accessible. One of the major divides that prompted the start of the Reformation was the idea that Elizabethan Roman Catholics had that priests and the Pope were able to forgive sins-at a premium. Usually elaborate gifts, called indulgences, were required for absolution. Since Protestants believed that only God could forgive sins, the schism grew deeper between the two sects.
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">   **<span style="font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(192,0,0); line-height: 115%; font-family: Vivaldi;">Courtship and Marriage in the 16th Century: ** <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">    Dominique Topps

<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">For men and women not of aristocratic origin the act of courtship and sexual awakening began later in their adulthood (around the ages of 25 and beyond) and the courting itself usually occurred in villages outside of the courter’s specific home because of incest laws and lack of proper aged in-habitants. Courtship occurred in many places from ales houses, fairs, and markets to homes where one may be a servant and take a liking to another servant in the same household. Specifically the act of courtship wasn’t in the hands of a woman or man but a shared responsibility between the two with the exchanging of gifts and social calls to meet publicly and privately. Gifts ranged between fun gifts like coins and rings to more practical gifts like hats and girdles. The main purpose of these gifts was to demonstrate their earnest affection for one another. This didn’t mean that all courtships turned into marriage, many could end on a whim if one or both parties lost interest, economic reasons, or because of excess pressure from family and friends to end it. Still many did marry. One of the most popular courting ballads of the time was “The Lamenation of Master Page’s Wife of Plymouth” with a girl telling of her how father forced her to marry a man with money instead of the man she loved and how once she was married she and her shunned lover ended up murdering her rich, older husband and they were both sentenced to death. Marriage in the 16th century was a binding time especially for women; they weren’t allowed to own property and were at the mercy of their husbands at all time. The other alternative was the life of a ‘Spinster” which could prove to be fairly difficult. Married women were seen as weak and the ideal that they needed to be taken care of; (the damsel in distress notion) was in full blown effect. As mentioned before women of higher social status married younger (as young as 12 years old) and were usually married to men much older than them, these marriages were almost always arranged by the parents. People of lower status usually were allowed to pick their partner, and then the couples was berothed (a formal contract that is blessed by a religilous authority like a priest) which some saw as good as being married. Once married a wife began her duty of being a housekeeper and a child bearer, in fact many women died in childbirth due to complications that included infections from dealing with a midwives dirty hands. A woman who murdered her husband could even be convicted of petty treason and burned to death. Something that seems fairly gruesome today but was the norm in the 16th century, as are many of the customs of marriage and ritual that occurred back then. .
 * //<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Summary of //** __Courtship in Tudor England__//<span style="font-style: normal; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">(1993) //  <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> **//<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Eric Carlson //**

<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">In the play courtship and love play into the theme that love is a cause of suffering, and during the play one time or another each one of the characters suffers due to their unrequited or thought to be unrequited love. Viola falls in love with Duke Orisno but can't tell him because she is disguised as a man named Cesario or when Olivia falls in love with Cesario (who is really Viola) all the while being chased by the Duke. The disguises create a mass of confusion that brings on a great amount of pain to the people in love but eventually things are sorted out, courtships are redirected, and everyone in the play is coupled off with a happy ending. If only marriage and courtship in the 16th century in real life could have been tied up neatly with pretty little bow on the end! <span style="font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(192,0,0); line-height: 115%; font-family: Vivaldi;">

<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Misherlae Wilson <span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> ** //Introduction//: ** William Shakespeare has written many plays during his time. In the play “Twelfth Night,” some of his characters experience homosexuality, love, and lust. This play was written in 1601 and it is now 2008. These three things are expressed in a comedy way, but they are still important. These topics are still a debate today and we will see how much time has changed. When it comes to homosexuality you have characters falling for the same sex. True love does emerge in this play resulting in the characters getting married. As you read or watch this play, you see characters think they are in love but it turns out to be lust. Now that I have given you a brief description, I will go into further detail about each topic.
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**// Summary: //** <span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">In "Shakespearean Criticism," by Michelle Lee, she discusses the different sexuality and gender roles in the play. She brings up the sexual relationship between Antonio and Sebastian, and the sexual relationship between Viola and Olivia. As you read the play, you will notice how Antonio develops feelings for Sebastian. Antonio would do anything for Sebastian, like go to a place where he knows that he is wanted and well hated. His love for him strongly shows. Love can make you do strange things for a person. This is a good article because I am going to be discussing homosexuality, love, and lust in the play. Also, it brings up how plays were performed in the Elizabethan theater. Women were not allowed to play a role in theater during this time, which lead to males playing female parts. The men who played the female roles usually were the ones who had feminine qualities. Viola disguises herself as a man in order to find work and she ends up working for Olivia. Olivia ends up falling for Viola who is disguised as a man. When you think about it, what kind of qualities was Olivia looking for in a man. You would think she wanted feminine qualities in a man since she fell in love with a woman. Orinso was drawn Cesario/Violas feminine qualities. This was another example of lust instead of love. Since Olivia was able to drop her feelings for this woman and fall in love with her twin brother, I think it was more of lust than love. Orinso thought he was going crazy because he thought he was in love with a man. Orinso claim to be in love with Olivia but quickly drawn to Cesario. Olivia was mourning a lost and that left her very venerable. Michelle Lee talks about the different gender roles of the characters and how Olivia had to disguise herself as a man in order to find work.

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<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> //**Summary of**// __English Dress in the Age of Shakespeare__   <span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">//  (1958)  ////  **Virginia A. LaMar**  //  <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> During the Elizabethan era, fashion had a large influence on the everyday lives of the English man and woman. Clothing during the 16th century was highly depicted by social class, not much different from today in which clothing brands and labels can often be used to make assumptions about people's social status and wealth. However, during the Elizabethan period, this was expressed on a much higher and more formal level. In her book, __English Dress in the Age of Shakespeare__ (1958), Virginia A. LaMar elaborates on the many aspects of Elizabethan dress including the culture and politics surrounding the fashions, as well as its admirers and critics. “English dress during the age of Shakespeare reflected the vitality and high spirits of the period. The growth of England as a world power, the increase in trade and prosperity, and the political stability created by Queen Elizabeth's shrewd policies, all helped to develop a spirit of self-confidence," writes LaMar.

During the 16th century, many believed that social class was ordained by the heavens. Hence, Queen Elizabeth established the Sumptuary Laws in order to enforce strict dress codes. Royalty were permitted to wear fabrics with more extravagant color and dyes, and finer fabrics such as cotton, common now but considered a luxury. They were also able to wear clothes lined with weasel trim while lesser nobles were only allowed to wear trims such as otter or fox. The lower classes wore humble fabrics such as linen and wool with neutral tones. LaMar uses an example, "folk under the rank of a knight's eldest son were prohibited from wearing satin, damask, taffeta, and similar rich attire.”

Much like today's society, it was those in rural areas, "country folk," who were less concerned with fashion. Few of them could afford to keep up with the elaborate attire of the larger cities. "The clothing of the yeoman farmers and their wives, for example, was simpler and more old-fashioned than that of city craftsmen who lived nearer the center of fashion," LaMar.

Critics of Elizabethan fashion claimed that people were attempting to dress above their social standings. The Puritans in particular were a group who found the extravagant clothing to be a complete waste, consuming people's time and desires with material items of little importance. The Church of England made an effort to subdue the love of clothes in an official way by including a sermon "Against Excess of Apparel" in the //Second Tome of Homilies//, which was published by government authority in 1563. In the sermon, it was stated that "at these days so outrageous that neither Almighty God, by his word, can stay our proud curiosity in the same, neither yet godly and necessary laws, made by our princes and oft repeated with the penalties, can bridle this detestable abuse." The sermons however, were not very effective in ceasing England's indulgence in clothing and fine materials.

Critics also despised the fact that English clothing, much like today was important by foreign countries, not created by the English at all but by those of other nations. Satirists such as the contemporary writer, Thomas Dekker thought this was an outrage to England's national pride. Dekker wrote in //The Seven Deadly Sins of London// (1606)

an Englishman's suit is like a traitor's body that hath been hanged, drawn, and quartered, and is set up in several places: his codpiece is in Denmark; the color of his doublet and the belly in France; the wing and narrow sleeve in Italy; the short waist hangs over a Dutch botcher's [tailor's] stall in Utrecht; his huge slops [breeches] speak Spanish; Polonia [Poland] gives him the boots; the block for his head alters faster than the feltmaker can fit him, and thereupon we are called in scorn blockheads. And thus we that mock every na­tion for keeping one fashion, yet steal patches from every one of them to piece out our pride, are now laughing stocks to them because their cut so scurvily becomes us.

However, despite such critics, The Elizabethan period, is still considered to be one of the most gorgeous fashion eras in England's history. <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 24px; color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> **<span style="font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(192,0,0); line-height: 115%; font-family: Vivaldi;"> Try dressing this virtual model in Elizabethan clothing! **<span style="font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> http://www.elizabethancostume.net/doll/index.html <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> //**Women’s Clothing**//**:** <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">In the Elizabethan era, women had little authority over what they could wear. Sumptuary Laws made it so that even women of the upper class had to dress a certain way in order to portray and image of social status. Clothing in the Elizabethan was far more complex than the T-shirt and jeans of today. Undergarments consisted of a chemise, stockings, a corset or bodice, a farthingale (hooped skirt), a rowle, a stomacher, a petticoat, a kirtle, a forepart, or parlet. Over garments included gowns, separate sleeves, ruffs, cloaks, shoes, and hats. // <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Women’s gowns included a lot of padding and quilting interwoven with whalebone and buckram in order to create geometric lines rather than soft natural shapes. Gowns were typically made of very expensive materials thus were usually worn by the upper class. Materials used in gowns were usually silk, satin, velvet, taffeta, scarlet and sarcenet as explained on a website regarding European gowns. Much of the fabrics used were imported from other countries and were only to be worn by women of the upper class according to the Sumptuary Laws. Clothes of the time were very elaborate and decorative, embellished with jewels, lace, fine embroidery, and pearls. Some of the finest gowns were woven with threads of gold and silver. In order to emphasize the extravagant layers and details, Elizabethan women and men used a technique called slashing. By slashing the outer layer of the garments, the color of the linings beneath would be exposed creating a beautiful contrasting of colors. A more delicate form of slashing was called pinking. Pinking included cutting a specific shape and pulling the fabric through. There were many other similar techniques that emphasized the contrast in fabrics. // <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">During the Elizabethan period, women wore different forms of hats. Some of the different types are as follows: // <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Source: http://www.elizabethan-era.org.uk/elizabethan-hats-women.htm // § ** The Coif ** - The coif (commonly referred to as the 'biggin' ) worn by all children. Material was plain white linen, a close fitting cap tied under the chin. Coifs were often worn as caps to keep hair in place under more elaborate hats § ** The French hood ** - Introduced from the French court by Anne Boleyn, the mother of Queen Elizabeth I. A half moon, or crescent, style band or brim sloping away from the face. The edges were often adorned with pearls or glass jewels, called bilaments, and a veil covered the back of the hair § ** The Atifet ** - Similar to the French hood style but with a heart shaped crescent - favored in white by Mary Queen of Scots. Lace trimmings were added § ** The Caul ** - Cauls were the Elizabethan hair net! A Caul covered the hair at the back of the head and was made of fabric, or fabric covered by netted cord which was sometimes adorned with spangles. § ** The Pillbox style of hat ** - often had a veil attached to the back
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(0,0,0); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The ideal of beauty in the Elizabethan era differed much from what is considered beautiful today. Whereas today people find ways to maintain ways to look sun-kissed even in the winter, pale skin was the ideal in Europe during the 16th century. Make-up was used in order to further enhance this pale complexion. Queen Elizabeth I was a trendsetter in her use of makeup, helping her to maintain her image of the ‘virgin beauty’. She achieved this ideal by using white make-up and painting her lips and cheeks red. Make-up was often only used by the upper class and was a sign of nobility; lower class citizens had to partake in labor and therefore were darkened by the sun’s rays.
 * //<span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(0,0,0); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Make-up //**

<span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> **// Men’s Clothing: //** Men, like women did not have a lot of choice when it came to fashion. They were also limited by the Sumptuary Laws based on social class. Like women, men also wore many layers. Undergarments consisted of a shirt, stockings, codpiece, and a corset while over clothes consisted of a doublet, separate sleeves, breeches, a belt, a ruff, a cloak, shoes, and hats. <span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> **// Elizabethan Theatrical Costumes: //** <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Elizabethan theatrical costumes reflected the normal attire of Elizabethan dress in society even if the play was set in a different era. Because the Sumptuary Laws prohibited ordinary people from being able to wear the latest fashions, Plays often served as a fashion show, a way for the lower classes to observe the elaborate dress of their superiors. The colors used in costumes had huge significance in regards to wealth and aristocracy; Purple, for example, is a color of royalty. Therefore the colors of the costumes conveyed a lot of information to the audience. Fabrics and colors indicated the role of the character on the stage. Keep in mind that during the Elizabethan period, only men were allowed to perform on the stage. Therefore, all women’s roles were played by men. Wigs and make-up were used to disguise men as women. Unfortunately, the lead based make-up of the 16th century poisoned a lot of the actors. Many died as a result.

Twelfth Night"//** <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Clothes play a large role in Twelfth Night. There are many references to what the characters are wearing from Viola’s cross dressing to Malvolio’s yellow stockings. Like the true Elizabethan society, clothes help to distinguish the social classes in the play. When Malvolio receives the phony letter from Olivia, he fantasizes about becoming a nobleman. In his mind he imagines the new clothes he will wear. <span style="font-size: 7pt; color: rgb(51,51,51); line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">  <span style="font-size: 7pt; color: rgb(51,51,51); line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">  <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> He imagines himself “//in my branched velvet gown”—the garb of a wealthy noblemen, not of a steward (II.v. 42–43 ).// <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">  Also, when Feste is impersonating Sir Topas, he puts on a nobleman’s garb suggesting more than simply a physical transformation. The emphasis put on clothing suggests that it has the power to define social rank and identity in society. <span style="display: block; font-size: 21pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; text-align: center;">
 * // As Related to "Twelfth Night":

<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(173,5,5); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> This is an imagined epilogue to Twelfth Night, following Malvolio after he leaves the grounds of Olivia's house.
 * <span style="font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(192,0,0); line-height: 115%; font-family: Vivaldi;">Missing Passage (Shakespearean Version)

Makala Keys Part 1 ** <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">**Setting:** <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">//Off in the remote woods of Illyria where only a few lowly people lived, in the thick of the trees is a small shack-like Inn. It looks like an old house, three stories high with tattered drapes in every window.// //A porch that encircles the entire Inn is a filled with drunk stragglers who have made their way outside. The sky is dark, the moon is full, and the air is cool. The front door opens to a bar with dim lighting and 6 round card tables taking most of the floor space in the small room. A few boisterous men sit playing black jack. At the bar sit two women, one slender and beautiful with red ringlets draping pale shoulders, the other aging and fat but looks as if she may have been beautiful once upon a time. With them sits, perhaps the drunkest man in the whole inn. He looks mal-nutritional as if hasn’t eaten in days with exception to his protruding stomach just visible under a stained shirt. His hair, peppery gray in color, is sticking out like needles in every direction with a distinct bald spot on the center of his crown. He slumps over on his stool, his resting elbow on the bar serving as his only support. Adjacent to the bar is the check in desk with the inn keeper wide eyed and anxiously waiting for customers.// <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Bartender:** How now, Mistress Walker, Mistress Johnson. What wouldst thou have of me? <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Jane Walker:** Oh dear, thou knows to call me Jane. //(Winks at the bar tender)// <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Anne Johnson:** Water is ideal sir. Thou knows I despise the taste of liquor. <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Anne blushes and smiles humbly taking her water //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">**Jane: (** //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Rolls eyes //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">. //Under her breath says…//) In my day, such a plain beauty could not compare with my extravagance. <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** Speak loud what you wish to say hag! Or better yet shut your mouth all together. We have all heard your fairy tales before. <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Jane:** But surely you do not remember them or else you would be beckoning me to bed this very moment. I was the talk of the town. Some fainted at mere sight of me. Mine locks now gray were once dark mysterious curtains of silk; Mine waistline was slim as a pencil, lips red as cherries, ah yes I was a beauty…(//drifting off into thought)// <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** Women of only the sweetest dreams do not become creatures of nightmares Thou arrogant flap-mouthed mildewed-ear! <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Anne:** I think thou art beautiful. <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** well then surely you are both blind and dumb. <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">**Bartender:** //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(snickers) //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Now, now you coistrel. Do not come undone. Treat thy mistress respectfully. <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Jane:** Oh how I love the character of a true gentleman. (//stroking the bartender’s arm and batting her eyelashes.)// <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** Pestilent common-kissing malt-worm! <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Jane:** Well methinks thou art a …. (//Standing up to hit the drunkard)// //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Malvolio walks in and all the heads turn towards his direction. //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">**Jane:** //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">drops down in her seat. //<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Well who is that gorgeous man! <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(192,0,0); font-family: Vivaldi;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> **<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(193,11,11);">Stephanie Coquis Part 2 ** //Enter Malvolio, carrying baggage, walking into an inn.// **Malvolio:** And I am of certain mind that it is not of thy business! Now give me my lodgings or I shall take my patronage elsewhere, man! // On the second floor of the inn, outside the door of a room. // **Malvolio:** Quite. // Later, half past the hour, at supper. // // Malvolio comes down the stairs to supper. // // (Town drunkard enters.) // **Jane and Anne:** Have thee? Stephanie Coquis
 * Bartender:** Of course. Only pure water is good enough for your pristine lips my beautiful one. (//hands Anne a glass of water)//
 * Malvolio: ** Ah, but this seems like the place for a weary soul to rest, perhaps even find sustenance. ‘Tis also the time to plan my revenge on those who would call me a fool! //(He enters.)// Who is proprietor here?
 * Inn Keeper: ** How now, sir?
 * Malvolio: ** I wish to take up temporary residence here, my man. Can you accommodate me? (The inn keeper ogles Malvolio) Speak up, man!
 * Inn Keeper: ** Yes, sir. We have room enough for thou. Thy family name, sir?
 * Malvolio: ** This should suffice for now. //(Tosses money on the counter)// My name shall remain in my care.
 * Inn Keeper: ** ‘Tis quite unorthodox. From where dost thou hail? I am of certain mind that I have never remarked upon this face before.
 * Inn keeper: ** No, no sir! Here, hand over thine baggage and I shall leadest thou myself.
 * Inn Keeper: ** Is this adequate, sir?
 * Inn Keeper: ** Shall I set you a meal at supper sir? Served at half past the hour?
 * Malvolio: ** You may.
 * Inn Keeper ** And under what name may I put the reservation?
 * Malvolio: ** Art thou under some sort of spell, sir? Dost thou desire nothing but trivial knowledge? My name is mine own affair! Do not request this of me again! //(Slams the door.)//
 * Jane: ** Do you have inkling as to his former whereabouts?
 * Inn Keeper: ** None. The man refuses any clue. Quite the strangest looking fellow I have ever seen, too.
 * Anne: ** Perhaps he is on some sort of resplendent holiday…
 * Jane: ** Holiday? Strange season for a holiday.
 * Anne: ** All the same, I think the man is…
 * Inn Keeper: ** Hark his coming! Quickly, be still!
 * Malvolio: ** //(Aside)// What is this chatter suddenly silenced? Perhaps I am undone?
 * Inn Keeper: ** Here is thine place setting sire! What shall I bringst thou? Venison? Lamb? The mutton is especially divine this even-time.
 * Anne: ** Quite so, quite so.
 * Malvolio: ** All these trappings sound as though from the gods themselves but methinks the venison is my desire.
 * Drunkard: ** How now, patrons of this worthy establishment?
 * Inn Keeper: ** Knave, I recall that I told thee that thou were not welcome inside these walls?
 * Drunkard: ** Aw, let me have a tiny beverage, and I vow unto you I shall not re-enter. Until the morrow. //(Stumbles in the door and almost onto Malvolio.)//
 * Malvolio: ** What, man!
 * Drunkard: ** Ah, sir, ‘tis my own folly. I could not restrain myself. But have not I remarked upon your face a fortnight ago?
 * Inn Keeper ** : Truly?
 * Drunkard ** : Indeed, to the day! He is none other than the Italian pirate Gregorio, plundering through villages to his heart’s content!
 * Inn Keeper, Anne, Jane: ** Not so!
 * Malvolio: ** ‘Tis not so! Nothing could be farther from the truth! Are you all mad?
 * Drunkard: ** Then you are the king I encountered on the road to Germania, Kolstoff?
 * Malvolio: ** Nay!
 * Drunkard: ** The fairy who bears sweeties?
 * Malvolio ** Nay! Enough of this! I demand silence! Will you all in this madhouse leave me in peace if I tell you of where and whence I came?
 * Inn Keeper, Drunk, Anne, Jane: ** Ay! Tell us!
 * Malvolio: ** If it will silence your brazen tongues and thoughts, then let me recount mine own tale.

**<span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** Dost none care from whence I’ve come? //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">(There is a collective sigh from GUESTS 1 & 2 and the BARTENDER) // <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Aye, dost thou ev’ry time… <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> I find it unjust that this fool paths in and all beckon to him, examining him and such, whilst I am not attended to, not even in greeting! <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Jane: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Well perchance say thou wast not in our presence, becoming drunk, ev’ry night… <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">: Thou darest speak this atrocity? Thou wot nothing of my injury, Jane, nothing! <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Jane: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> We may wot nothing of but we can certainly hear ev’ry part… poor me this, poor me that…it’s really more than mine ear can bare! <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">: Say thou delights to speak of an earful than forget not the sound of thine own voice, ANNE! A talk between thee and Jane reminds of cats in bad acquaintance with a carriage and trumpets! <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">: Aye, enough of that now! Allow the man to speak of his tale… <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">: I? //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">(BARTENDER rolls his eyes and sighs)  // <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Ay, thou…but be quick, we hath one we want to attend. //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">(DRUNKARD motions to MALVOLIO) // <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">: Wouldst thou be offended, say… <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Malvolio **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">: Of what I speak concerns the matter not, now dost it? Doest what thou must and speak of thy tale. //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">(DRUNKARD then motions to Jane and ANNE) // <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Wouldst thou…uh... <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Jane: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Oh, ‘tis certain I abhor not, go and speak of thy tale! <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Alack! As long as all are agreement! //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">(All roll their eyes) // <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Well upon this time a year ago I was engaged. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Anne: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Engaged? Who with sense wouldst-- <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender, Jane, Malvolio: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Ssssh!!! <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Ay, my dear Anne engaged…engaged to a woman much fairer than thee. //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">(ANNE makes a face but stays silent) // <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Ay, Elizabeth was a one of the fairest. Long golden blonde locks, soft pink lips, emerald green eyes…she was without flaw. Well almost… except for one thing…she was poor, born in the outskirts of the kingdom with a whole crowd of siblings, and two parents with barely two pence to rub against one another.. And I…aye, it may seem hard to inherit now but I was brave and wealthy. My father held a position of prominence that fulfilled all of my family’s desires and more. Thus Elizabeth and I became acquainted and fell in love. On the day of our wedding my mother hath spake with Elizabeth; she told her that no son of hers was going to marry the daughter of a peasant. Elizabeth wast convinced to misthink of me, and whence it came time to cote to the altar I took mine place alone in front of kinsman and acquaintance. I wot not why I stood with only myself that day but I became mistempered, then as it would happen, a time back from now some kin of mine affeerred what had occurred. No less than a month after acquiring this knowledge ‘tis made apparent she was married to the son of miller and with child. I became miserable and began to drink, my kinsman disowned me, and I thus here I am to partake in mine own remorse. //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">(ANNE and Jane tearing up, crowd around the DRUNKARD) // <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Anne: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Oh the poor dear, I hadst no apprehension of this! <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Jane: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> She shall bring shame upon herself, and with not so much as a doff! <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Malvolio **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">: Women, so full of flaw…wouldst I impose say now I speak my tale? <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Lead me on; I could bare to attend to a tale not for a cot-quean. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(170,19,19); line-height: 24px;"> **Misherlae Wilson Part 4**    **Malvolio:** Olivia, Olivia, Olivia,… She is a woman who’s beauty is like thee first day of Spring. At thee mere thought of me angel all evils leave me. Her eyes sparkled in the light with a smile that brightens thy day. Her body was in perfect shape and breasts were like to solid melons. Her voice as soft as the clouds in heaven. Men from all over wanted thee love of Olivia.
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(197,7,7); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Dominique Topps Part 3
 * Jane:** In me day, I’m sure I could have given such thy girl a run for her money. Me had a figure to die for.
 * Drunkard:** Yeah I would like to juggle those melons. Yeah thy lady sounds like a nice piece of art. I’d like to work on that.
 * Bartender:** Hold your tounge. There are too many fish out there in the sea for me to be so attached to one woman.
 * Jane:** Yeah, you don’t need thy lady. You need a lady who shall care for thee inDifferent ways. If you need of any assistance let thy know. I’ll be in room 27 for thee night. //(exits room)//
 * Anne:** Oh Jane…
 * Malvolio:** //(staring off in a distant gaze)// But my lady is a beautiful person. I should haveknown my lady could not have loved a lowly man such as thy-self. I should haveknown that thee letters were from thy bloody wretched Maria. Olivia fell in love with a man who turned out to be a woman who has a twin brother. Now my lady is married to that woman’s twin brother. O how death shall take me now. That should have been me. (//pounds fist on table)// I should be lying at her side every daybreak. I should be spreading thy seed into my love.
 * Drunkard:** Well if you ask me, she sound. How can you fall in love with a man who turns out to be a woman?
 * Bartender:** Well no one is asking you.
 * Drunkard:** Why do you always have to do that?
 * Bartender:** Because you are a damn fool. You come here you drunken bastard. It makes me sick to thy stomach, and then I have to clean up your mess.
 * Drunkard:** Well why don’t thy get another job?
 * Anne:** Hey boys, let the man finish his story. Don’t you see thee man heart has been shattered into pieces.
 * Malvolio:** Thank you!
 * Anne:** No problem my good sir.
 * Malvolio:** Those darn people humiliated me in thy own town. They had thy nerve to lock me up in thee basement.
 * Anne:** They locked you up! Oh you poor dear!
 * Malvolio:** They had me thinking Olivia was really in love with me and when I hadspoke to thy beautiful lady, she thought I were a mad man too. And now, I am left with nothing.
 * Bartender** : If I were you I’d go back and kill ‘em all. Get revenge for making a fool of me.
 * Drunkard:** Yeah! Seek thy Revenge! //(Lifts up his drink for a cheer)//
 * Malvolio:** Yeah, I just don’t know… //(Once again staring off into the distance)//

<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(170,19,19); line-height: 24px;"> **Chris Wollman Part 5:** **Bartender:** If your words be true sir then I marvel at your reticence. Would mine honor and dignity be assailed in such a manner I should not rest until I find satisfaction from those that wronged me. Were it another time, a time far gone, and a Malvolio far gone were here to hear you speak he would swear you a shrewd and honest man. And even now I do perceive my blood is hotter by your council. But I know too well now such feelings pass and often regret accompanies the actions made before they do. Would you bottle such feeling inside you sir? 'Til it in time becomes a stoppered poison that will drive you mad with its constant frothing and simmering? Ay, and ever it must be. Nay nay friend. 'Tis obvious you have never tasted the sweet oblivion that comes from letting yourself be led by your heart of hearts. I know the bitter taste too well, and now my stomach is filled with bitterest gall. It is a pain that can never be dissolved but may yet grow if I allow it. Therefore every waking day I must check and belay. Calm, dishonorable, vile submission. Your words are tired and familiar, but pay heed to what I say and perchance a new truth will out. What world is this we inhabit daily? Recognize it, do you, from the time before Eve tempting her own dear love with the forbidden fruit? Was it knowledge gained that day? Aye, knowledge of the world she herself aided in its designed. But original sin weren't all derived that day. 'Twas the bookend to end our dearest happiness, her sin's unloving fellow, dear Jove's answer that brought us to this lowly state. 'Twas that first day: to forgive, we learn'd, is not always divine. And yet it is still a choice. To meet evil with kindness... rather than its twin. Therefore I'll not be revenged. Not on one of them. They will neither notice nor care to learn why their bliss remains undisturbed, but that's nothing. I will bear what I can bear, and the rest? I'll grow from there. Like the piercing sun driving back a thick morning fog to help you see. Bartender: I daresay you are a stronger man than I. And I. Please sir, now will you favor us with your name? Malvolio. Jane: (Walks over and kisses Malvolio on the cheeck)    Thank you, Malvolio, for your story. But oh what a price was taken from me For a happy ending is never free. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> <span style="color: rgb(215,9,9);"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(249,16,16); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**<span style="color: rgb(210,4,4);">Makala Keys Part 1 ** <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">**<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Setting: **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">//Off in the remote woods of Illyria where only a few lowly people lived, in the thick of the trees is a small shack-like Inn. It looks like an old house, three stories high with tattered drapes in every window. A porch that encircles the entire Inn is a filled with drunk stragglers who have made their way outside. The sky is dark, the moon is full, and the air is cool. The front door opens to a bar with dim lighting and 6 round card tables taking most of the floor space in the small room. A few boisterous men sit playing black jack. At the bar sit two women, one slender and beautiful with red ringlets draping pale shoulders, the other aging and fat but looks as if she may have been beautiful once upon a time. With them sits, perhaps the drunkest man in the whole inn. He looks mal-nutritional as if hasn’t eaten in days with exception to his protruding stomach just visible under a stained shirt. His hair, peppery gray in color, is sticking out like needles in every direction with a distinct bald spot on the center of his crown. He slumps over on his stool, his resting elbow on the bar serving as his only support. Adjacent to the bar is the check in desk with the inn keeper wide eyed and anxiously waiting for customers.// <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Bartender:** Hello Ms. Walker, Miss Johnson. What can I get for you lovely ladies tonight? <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Jane Walker:** Oh dear you know I told you to call me Jane. //(winks at the bar tender)// <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Anne Johnson:** Water would be ideal sir. You know I can’t stand the taste of alcohol. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Bartender:** Of course. Only pure water is good enough for your pristine lips my beautiful one. (//hands Anne a glass of water)// //<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Anne blushes and smiles humbly taking her water //<span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">**Jane: (** //<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Rolls eyes // <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">. //Under her breath says…//) In my day, such a plain beauty could not compare with my extravagance. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** Speak loud what you wish to say hag! Or better yet shut your mouth all together. We have all heard your fairy tales before. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Jane:** But surely you do not remember them or else you would be beckoning me to bed this very moment. I was the talk of the town. Some fainted at mere sight of me. My locks now gray were once dark mysterious waves of silk; I had a waistline as slim as a pencil, cherry red lips, ah yes I was a beauty…(//drifting off into thought)// <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** Women of only the sweetest dreams do not become creatures of nightmares hag. You are a liar all the more. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Anne:** Well I think you are beautiful. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** well then surely you are blind as a bat and dumb as a doornail. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">**Bartender:** //<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(snickers) // <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Now, now you drunk. Treat the women with respect. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Jane:** Oh how I love the character of a true gentleman. (//stroking the bartender’s arm and batting her eyelashes.)// <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Drunkard:** Damn hussy. <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Jane:** You know what I ought to…. (//standing up to hit the drunkard)// <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">//<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);">Malvolio walks in and all the heads turn towards his direction. //<span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">**Jane:** //<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">drops down in her seat. //<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Well who is that gorgeous man! <span style="color: rgb(226,8,8);"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> **<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(193,11,11);">Stephanie Coquis Part 2 ** //Enter Malvolio, carrying baggage, walking into the inn// // On the second floor of the inn, outside the door of a room. // // Half an hour later at supper. // // Enter Malvolio coming down the stairs for supper. // // (Town drunkard enters.) // <span style="color: rgb(226,8,8);"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(193,11,11);">**Dominique Topps Part 3**   <span style="color: rgb(0,0,0);"> //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(There is a collective sigh from GUESTS 1 & 2 and the BARTENDER) // //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(BARTENDER rolls his eyes and sighs) // //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(DRUNKARD motions to MALVOLIO) // //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(DRUNKARD then motions to JANE and ANNE) // //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(All roll their eyes) // //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(Anne makes a face but stays silent) // //<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">(ANNE and JANE tearing up, crowd around the DRUNKARD) // **<span style="color: rgb(210,25,25);">Misherlae Wilson Part 4 ** <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**Malvolio:** Olivia, Olivia, Olivia,… She is a woman who’s beauty is like the first day of ** Spring. When you see her it makes all your troubles go away. Her eyes were as ** bright as the sun with a smile that brightens your day. Her body was in perfect shape and breasts were like to solid melons. Her voice was as soft as the clouds in heaven. Just about every man wanted her. one woman. r oom. talked to her, she thought I was crazy too. And now, I am left with nothing.
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 * Malvolio: ** Hmm, this seems like a good place to stay the night, maybe even get a bite to eat. Then with a full stomach I can start planning my revenge! (//He enters.)// Who owns this place?
 * Inn Keeper: ** Can I help you, sir?
 * Malvolio: ** I’d like to stay here in your inn a while. Do you have any vacancy? (//The inn keeper ogles Malvolio.)// Well?
 * Inn keeper ** : Yes, sir. We have room. What name should I put the reservation under?
 * Malvolio: ** This should do for now. //(Tosses money on the counter.)// My name is my business.
 * Inn Keeper: ** That’s unusual. Where are you from? I’ve never seen you around these parts before.
 * Malvolio: ** I’m sure it’s none of your business! Give me a room key or I’ll take my business somewhere else!
 * Inn Keeper: ** No, no sir! Here let me take your bags. I’ll take you myself.
 * Inn Keeper: ** Is this alright, sir?
 * Malvolio: ** Very.
 * Inn Keeper: ** Should I leave a place setting at dinner for you? It’s served in half an hour.
 * Malvolio: ** Yes, thanks.
 * Inn Keeper: ** And the name I should put the meal under?
 * Malvolio: ** Good God, man! Why do you care so much for my name? It’s my business! Don’t ask me again! //(Slams the door.)//
 * Jane: ** Do you know anything about him?
 * Inn Keeper: ** No. He doesn’t even want to give me his name. A strange looking man, too.
 * Anne: ** Maybe he’s on some sort of vacation…
 * Jane: ** Vacation? Odd time for it.
 * Anne: ** Maybe, but all I know is that he seems…
 * Inn Keeper ** I think I hear him coming! Shh!
 * Malvolio: ** //(Aside.)// Why did they stop talking all of a sudden? Perhaps they know something?
 * Inn Keeper: ** Here’s your seat sir! What would you like to eat? Venison? Lamb? The mutton is particularly good today.
 * Malvolio: ** It all sounds delicious, but I think I’ll take the venison.
 * Drunkard: ** Hey, all!
 * Inn Keeper: ** You! I told you twice already you are not welcome here!
 * Drunkard: ** Aw, let us have one little, teeny, tiny drink? I swear I’ll never come in again! Until tomorrow, that is. //(Stumbles in the door and almost on top of Malvolio.)//
 * Malvolio: ** Hey!
 * Drunkard: ** My fault, my fault! Can’t seem to stand straight anymore…hey, don’t I know you? Didn’t we meet two weeks ago?
 * Jane and Anne: ** Did you?
 * Inn Keeper: ** Really?
 * Drunkard: ** Yes, I remember now! He is the Italian pirate Gregorio, who plunders villages when it pleases him.
 * Inn Keeper, Jane, Anne: ** Not really?
 * Malvolio: ** No, not really! It’s not true at all!
 * Drunkard: ** Then you are the king I encountered on the road from Germany?
 * Malvolio: ** No!
 * Drunkard: ** The sugar plum fairy?
 * Malvolio: ** NO! Enough! I’ve had it! Be quiet, all of you! Will you all shut up if I tell you who I am and where I’m from?
 * Inn Keeper, Jane, Anne: ** Yes! Tell us!
 * Malvolio: ** Fine! If it will make you all shut up, then I’ll tell you!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Doesn’t anybody care where I’ve come from?
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Ah, you do this every time…
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> I just think it’s unfair that this random guy walks in and everyone is all over him, questioning him and such, and I barely get a hello when I walk in!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Jane: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Well maybe if you weren’t in here getting smashed every night…
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> How dare you? You know nothing of my pain, Jane, nothing!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Anne: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> We may know nothing of but we can certainly hear everything… poor me this, poor me that…it’s really more than an earful for everyone!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> If you want to talk of an earful than don’t forget the sound of your own voice, Anne! A conversation between you and Jane sounds like a bunch of cats getting run over by a truck full of trumpets!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Hey, that’s enough of that now! Just let the man tell his story…
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Me?
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Yes, you…but make it snappy, we have someone we actually want to listen to waiting.
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Would you mind if I…uh…
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Malvolio: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> What I say really won’t make a difference now will it? Seems you’ve already decide that you’re going to tell your story.
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Would you….uh
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Jane: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Oh really just go on and tell the story!!!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Well as long as everyone is in agreement.
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Well about this time a year ago I was engaged.
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Anne: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Engaged? Who in their right mind would--
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender, Jane, Malvolio: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Ssssh!!!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Yes my dear Anne engaged…engaged to a woman much more beautiful than you.
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Drunkard: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Yes, Elizabeth was a beauty. Long golden blonde locks, soft pink lips, emerald green eyes…she was perfect. Well almost… except for one thing…she was poor, born in the outskirts of the kingdom with a whole crowd of siblings, and two parents in desperate need of funds. And I…well, it may seem hard to believe now but I was well taken care of. My father held a prominent position that fulfilled all of my family’s needs and then some. But as different as we were Elizabeth and I met and fell in love. On the day of our wedding my mother had a talk with Elizabeth; she told her that no son of hers was going to marry the daughter of a peasant. Elizabeth was crushed, and when it came time to come to the altar I stood alone in front of family and friends. I never knew why she stood me up that day but I became angry, then about 6 months ago some kin to me told me what happened. No less than a month after learning that I heard she was married to the son of miller and with child. I became miserable and began to drink, my family disowned me, and I came here to wallow.
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Anne: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Oh the poor dear, I had no clue!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Jane: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> The nerve of her, running off and leaving you like that with no explanation!
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Malvolio: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Women, so emotional…would it be insensitive of me to start my story now?
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Bartender: **<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> Go ahead, I could bear to listen something that doesn’t sound like this chick flick!
 * Jane:** In my day, I’m sure I could have given such a girl a run for her money. I had a figure to die for.
 * Drunkard:** Yeah I would like to juggle those melons. Yeah she sounds like a nice piece of work. I’d like to work on that.
 * Bartender:** I wouldn’t. There are too many fish out there in the sea for me to be stuck on
 * Jane:** Yeah you don’t need her. You need a woman who could treat you right. If you need of any assistance let me know. I’ll be in room 27 for the night. //(exits room)//
 * Anne:** Oh Jane…
 * Malvolio:** //(staring off in a distant gaze)// But she is a wonderful person. I should have known she could not have loved a lowly man such as myself.  I should have known that those letters were from the wretched Maria.  Olivia fell in love with a man who turned out to be a woman who has a twin brother.  Now she is married to that woman’s twin brother.  That should have been me.  I should be laying by her side everyday.  I should be making love to her when ever she wants to.
 * Drunkard:** Well if you ask me, she sounds like she has issues. How can you fall in love with a man who turns out to be a woman?
 * Bartender:** Well no one is asking you.
 * Drunkard:** Why do you always have to do that?
 * Bartender:** Because you are a damn fool. You are always coming here drunk. It makes me sick, and then I have to clean up your mess.
 * Drunkard:** Well why don’t you get another job?
 * Anne:** Hey boys, let the man finish his story.
 * Malvolio:** Thank you!
 * Anne:** No problem sweetheart.
 * Malvolio:** Those damn people humiliated me. They had the nerve to lock me up in a dark
 * Anne:** They locked you up! Oh you poor dear!
 * Malvolio:** They had me thinking Olivia was really in love with me and when I had
 * Bartender** : If I were you I’d go back and kill ‘em all. Get revenge for making a fool of me.
 * Drunkard:** Yeah! Get Revenge! //(Lifts up his drink for a cheer)//
 * Malvolio:** yeah, I just don’t know… //(Once again staring off into the distance)//

**<span style="color: rgb(210,25,25);">Chris Wollman Part 5 **

<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> **Bartender:** What do you mean you don't know? If I were in your shoes those bastards would be suffering today, believe me.
 * Malvolio:** Ha. If you had said that to me just.. I don't know even a month ago, I would have said you took the words right out of my mouth. But that man's gone. I'm all that's left. Sure I still get angry, but it passes. Anger always passes. You remember that and maybe you won't make so many bad decisions while you are.
 * Anne:** But how can you just ignore how you feel? Doesn't it just tear you up?
 * Malvolio:** Of course it does.
 * Drunk:** See, he's just a prude. What you need to do is get in a fight, grab a girl and kiss her anything. Just let yourself go for a second and you won't understand why you ever did anything else.
 * Malvolio:** If that's living then I've lived, trust me. And I know the downside. Because it's the only side there is when you act like that. That's why I have to keep telling myself to just stay cool.
 * Drunk:** You're just scared.
 * Malvolio:** You aren't the first to tell me that. But have you heard this one? Just think. What good comes from revenge? Fighting bad with bad? An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind you know. Revenge is a common, easy thing. What's better? To forgive. That's hard. That's honorable. That's something that not even God was able to do every time. Well this time I can. I won't do a single thing to those people. And you know what, they probably won't even notice. But that doesn't matter. I'll hang in there. I'm already hanging in there. And the days I'm not, well I learn from those too. And they always pass.
 * Anne:** You're a real ray of sunshine pal.
 * Bartender:** Better man than me.
 * Drunk:** Me too.
 * Jane:** Hey listen.. why don't you tell us your name.
 * Malvolio:** It's Malvolio.
 * Jane:** (Kisses him on the cheek) Thank you Malvolio. For telling us all that.
 * Malvolio:** It hurts less to tell the story the story than it did to live it. And if you learned something from it, how could I not. That's the whole point. Learn from it.

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