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Twelfth Night · William Shakespeare · c. 1602

VIOLA

A woman disguised as a man, in love with the master who cannot see her, tells him about her 'sister' who is really herself. She grieves and flirts in the same breath, hidden in plain sight.

1:02Dramatic-comic18–25IntermediatePublic domain
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My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.
And what's her history? A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.turn
Speaking to
Orsino, whom she loves and cannot tell.
What just happened
Orsino has claimed no woman could love as deeply as he loves Olivia. Viola, in her page's disguise, quietly disputes it by describing a love she can only call her sister's.
Objective
To make Orsino feel the love she cannot openly declare.
The turn
'I am all the daughters of my father's house, / And all the brothers too' — the invented sister nearly gives her away.
Watch out for
The trap is playing pure melancholy. The scene is a tightrope of dramatic irony; she is teasing and aching at once. 'Was not this love indeed?' is a genuine challenge to him, not a sigh. Guard against the audience getting ahead of her.
Full work: Twelfth Night