Enter Duke Orsino, Viola, Curio, and Lords
Duke: Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
Feste: Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.
Duke: I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow?
Feste: Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse
for my friends.
Duke: Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Feste: No, sir, the worse.
Duke: How can that be?
Feste: Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends, I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives why then, the worse for my friends and the better for my foes.
Duke: Why, this is excellent.
Feste: By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be
one of my friends…
“emergency, how beautiful to be”
very nice ;)
I always love a good, original post :)
which is this from? (is it good ole Willy Wigglestick?)
Re: “emergency, how beautiful to be”
‘Tis, ’tis… From Twelfth Night (Act V, Scene I). Having performed in the play, ’twas running through my head yesterday, so I decided to exorcise it via LJ. It worked.
:o)