Twelfth Night: Typed Prompt

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Typed Prompt

A symbol is an object, action, or event that represents something or that creates a range of associations beyond itself. In literary works a symbol can express an idea, clarify meaning, or enlarge literal meaning. Select a novel or play and, focusing on one symbol, write an essay analyzing how that symbol functions in the work and what it reveals about the character or characters of the theme of the work as a whole. Do not merely summarize the plot.

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ACT3 (part of)

ACT IIISCENE I. OLIVIA's garden.Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabour VIOLA Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live bythy tabour?Clown No, sir, I live by the church.VIOLA Art thou a churchman?Clown No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; forI do live at my house, and my house doth stand bythe church.VIOLA So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if abeggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thytabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.Clown You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence isbut a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly thewrong side may be turned outward!VIOLA Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely withwords may quickly make them wanton.Clown I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.VIOLA Why, man?Clown Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with thatword might make my sister wanton. But indeed wordsare very rascals since bonds disgraced them.VIOLA Thy reason, man?Clown Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; andwords are grown so false, I am loath to provereason with them.VIOLA I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.Clown Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in myconscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that beto care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.VIOLA Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?Clown No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: shewill keep no fool, sir, till she be married; andfools are as like husbands as pilchards are toherrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed nother fool, but her corrupter of words.VIOLA I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.Clown Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun,it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, butthe fool should be as oft with your master as withmy mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.VIOLA Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee.Hold, there's expenses for thee.Clown Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!VIOLA By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick forone;Asidethough I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thylady within?Clown Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?VIOLA Yes, being kept together and put to use.Clown I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bringa Cressida to this Troilus.VIOLA I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.Clown The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging buta beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady iswithin, sir. I will construe to them whence youcome; who you are and what you would are out of mywelkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn.

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