This is just a sorta… thing based on an exam I had to do… write as if you
are Viola looking back on scene 3 act 1. I think. Hang on, I'll get my book
and find out.
Yup. Diaries entries from different characters in Twelfth Night. That's what I'll do. I'll do uh, Viola in scene 3 act 1 (where Viola meets Feste, then Sir Andrew and Toby, and then Olivia confesses her love to her). Like I had to at school but more fun.
Dear Diary,
Oh, what a day. Long, and… embarrassing. Sheesh, who would have known dressing as a man would cause so many problems? I mean, all I was trying to do was protect myself. I didn't… oh, I'll start at the beginning. Orsino (great bloke he is, even if he is the most sexist pig I have ever met) sent me off to speak to Olivia. "Olivia, my master loves you." Oh yes, it's that simple isn't it Orsino. Totally. If I go, (apparently I am younger and more good looking than him) Olivia will fall in love with him. I am not sure what his logic behind that is. Still, he is my master and I do love him, so off I went to see his dear Olivia. It's quite a boring walk to her house, really. While I was walking, I was also thinking. As I said it was a long walk and I thought quite a lot. First of all, I wondered what I should get Orsino for his birthday, which is in a few weeks. I think I may get him some magnetic poetry. He seems to like poetry, and I think it could do with a few improvements—"if music be the food of love"! Honestly! He really is a rather daft man—but I love him anyway. So. I wandered over to Olivia's place. I was also thinking about brothers, and so on, and… oh, I miss Sebastian. I can't believe he drowned. Anyhoo. Olivia's. It's a very fancy place—even nicer than Orsino's. But of course Orsino does not live there, so it means little to me. Maybe if Sebastian lived there… but he is dead, and I must remember that. Oh, I miss him.
Hmm. So I saw Feste, Olivia's Fool, again today. He visits Orsino sometimes too. He is pretty smart, considering his job description is a Fool. So we had a good laugh, and then he made comments on my beard… or lack of one. Well, that is not my fault. It is not my fault that I am not really a man, Feste. I cannot grow a beard just because I feel like it. Hmph. I think he suspects something. Still, what can he do? He's just a fool. Well, a Fool. A guy who is wise enough to play the fool. If only he didn't comment about my beard. This is my diary though, I can say what I want, and I say that Feste is a nosy pig with an annoying obsession with beards. So, after Feste stopped teasing me about my lack of manliness (I dread to think what he could comment on next) I met with Toby and Andrew. Both Sir, though I don't see why they deserve that. A drunk and honestly the stupidest person I have ever met. Andrew tried to show off his French (which I bet you anything he saw in a book and thought was clever to say) and Toby made stupid jokes that I didn't find at all funny, though I don't think our humours are on the same level. His is more that toilet-and- farting style. Well, enough complaining about him. His darling niece appeared, and dragged me off into the garden with me.
Okay, so it was my idea. I felt a bit stupid saying "my master loves you, please marry him," in front of Sir Toby and Maria, if you must know. But it sounds better to say Olivia dragged me off.
She acted seriously weird. I couldn't work out why (pretty stupid of me, I know) and then suddenly she admits that…
It's embarrassing even to write it. Olivia is… in love with me!!! How much worse can life get? You have to understand, diary, that I love Orsino who loves Olivia who loves me. As I've probably already told you. I for one don't approve of this love triangle, and I don't know what Orsino would think of it, either. I had to shove her off me and get out of there quick. She said she wanted me to go back, but never to mention Orsino again! What kind of fool does she take me for? I'm not going back, not unless Orsino forces me to. Personally I think he should go himself, but I can picture Olivia slapping him round the face, so maybe that's why he stays home. Or maybe he dislikes walking.
That's all for today, diary.
Viola
Yup. Diaries entries from different characters in Twelfth Night. That's what I'll do. I'll do uh, Viola in scene 3 act 1 (where Viola meets Feste, then Sir Andrew and Toby, and then Olivia confesses her love to her). Like I had to at school but more fun.
Dear Diary,
Oh, what a day. Long, and… embarrassing. Sheesh, who would have known dressing as a man would cause so many problems? I mean, all I was trying to do was protect myself. I didn't… oh, I'll start at the beginning. Orsino (great bloke he is, even if he is the most sexist pig I have ever met) sent me off to speak to Olivia. "Olivia, my master loves you." Oh yes, it's that simple isn't it Orsino. Totally. If I go, (apparently I am younger and more good looking than him) Olivia will fall in love with him. I am not sure what his logic behind that is. Still, he is my master and I do love him, so off I went to see his dear Olivia. It's quite a boring walk to her house, really. While I was walking, I was also thinking. As I said it was a long walk and I thought quite a lot. First of all, I wondered what I should get Orsino for his birthday, which is in a few weeks. I think I may get him some magnetic poetry. He seems to like poetry, and I think it could do with a few improvements—"if music be the food of love"! Honestly! He really is a rather daft man—but I love him anyway. So. I wandered over to Olivia's place. I was also thinking about brothers, and so on, and… oh, I miss Sebastian. I can't believe he drowned. Anyhoo. Olivia's. It's a very fancy place—even nicer than Orsino's. But of course Orsino does not live there, so it means little to me. Maybe if Sebastian lived there… but he is dead, and I must remember that. Oh, I miss him.
Hmm. So I saw Feste, Olivia's Fool, again today. He visits Orsino sometimes too. He is pretty smart, considering his job description is a Fool. So we had a good laugh, and then he made comments on my beard… or lack of one. Well, that is not my fault. It is not my fault that I am not really a man, Feste. I cannot grow a beard just because I feel like it. Hmph. I think he suspects something. Still, what can he do? He's just a fool. Well, a Fool. A guy who is wise enough to play the fool. If only he didn't comment about my beard. This is my diary though, I can say what I want, and I say that Feste is a nosy pig with an annoying obsession with beards. So, after Feste stopped teasing me about my lack of manliness (I dread to think what he could comment on next) I met with Toby and Andrew. Both Sir, though I don't see why they deserve that. A drunk and honestly the stupidest person I have ever met. Andrew tried to show off his French (which I bet you anything he saw in a book and thought was clever to say) and Toby made stupid jokes that I didn't find at all funny, though I don't think our humours are on the same level. His is more that toilet-and- farting style. Well, enough complaining about him. His darling niece appeared, and dragged me off into the garden with me.
Okay, so it was my idea. I felt a bit stupid saying "my master loves you, please marry him," in front of Sir Toby and Maria, if you must know. But it sounds better to say Olivia dragged me off.
She acted seriously weird. I couldn't work out why (pretty stupid of me, I know) and then suddenly she admits that…
It's embarrassing even to write it. Olivia is… in love with me!!! How much worse can life get? You have to understand, diary, that I love Orsino who loves Olivia who loves me. As I've probably already told you. I for one don't approve of this love triangle, and I don't know what Orsino would think of it, either. I had to shove her off me and get out of there quick. She said she wanted me to go back, but never to mention Orsino again! What kind of fool does she take me for? I'm not going back, not unless Orsino forces me to. Personally I think he should go himself, but I can picture Olivia slapping him round the face, so maybe that's why he stays home. Or maybe he dislikes walking.
That's all for today, diary.
Viola