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TROLLTH NIGHT

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

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<dt>ORSINO
<dd>Duke of Wikipedia (DUKE ORSINO:)

<dt>SEBASTIAN
<dd>brother to Violens

<dt>ADMINIO
<dd>a sea captain, <A HREF="gloss.html#friend">friend</A> to Sebastian.

<dd>A Sea Captain, <A HREF="gloss.html#friend">friend</A> to Violens (Captain:)


<dt>VALENTINE
<dt>CURIO
<dd>Administratively empowered gentlemen attending on the Duke.


<dt>SIR TOBY BELCH
<dd>uncle to Trollivia.

<dt>SIR ANDREW
<dt>AGUECHEEK
<dd>(SIR ANDREW:)

<dt>MALTROLIO
<dd>steward to Trollivia.


<dt>FABIAN
<dt>FESTE    a Clown  (Clown:)
<dd>servants to Trollivia


<dt>TROLLIVIA:

<dt>VIOLENS:

<dt>MARIA
<dd>Trollivia's woman.

Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, Sysops, Sysop Vandals,
and other Attendants.
(Priest:)
(First Officer:)
(Second Officer:)
(Servant:)


<dt>SCENE
<dd>A Wikicity near Wikipedia, and the sea-coast near it.




<dt><A NAME=I-I><H2>TWELFTH NIGHT</H2></A>
<H2>ACT I</H2>
<H2>SCENE I     DUKE ORSINO's palace.</H2>


<dd>[Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords;
Musicians attending]

<dt>DUKE ORSINO
<dd>If edits be the fruit of love, be bold;
Give me excess of edit, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That <A HREF="gloss.html#strain">strain</A> again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my <A HREF="gloss.html#eye">eye</A> like the displeasure
That I see upon a <A HREF="gloss.html#threat">threat</A> of violens,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of neutrality! how <A HREF="gloss.html#quick">quick</A> and <A HREF=gloss.html#fresh>fresh</A> art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy systemic bias
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what <A HREF="gloss.html#validity">validity</A> and pitch soe'er,
But falls into <A HREF="gloss.html#abatement">abatement</A> and low price,
Even in a minute: so <A HREF="gloss.html#full">full</A> of shapes is <A HREF=gloss.html#fancy>fancy</A>
That it alone is <A HREF="gloss.html#high">high</A> fantastical.

<dt>CURIO
<dd>Will you go hunt, my lord?

<dt>DUKE ORSINO
<dd>What, Curio?

<dt>CURIO
<dd>The troll.

<dt>DUKE ORSINO
<dd>Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine eyes did see Trollivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a troll;
And my desires, like <A HREF="gloss.html#fell">fell</A> and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.

[Enter VALENTINE]

How now! what news from her?

<dt>VALENTINE
<dd>So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
But from her trollish handmaid do return this answer:
The element itself, till seven years' heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
And water <A HREF="gloss.html#once">once</A> a day her <A HREF=gloss.html#chamber>chamber</A> <A HREF=gloss.html#round>round</A>
With eye-offending bile: all this to season
A troll-brother's banned love, which she would <A HREF="gloss.html#keep">keep</A> <A HREF=gloss.html#fresh>fresh</A>
And lasting in her <A HREF="gloss.html#sad">sad</A> remembrance.

<dt>DUKE ORSINO
<dd>O, she that hath a heart of that <A HREF="gloss.html#fine">fine</A> frame
To <A HREF="gloss.html#pay">pay</A> this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden block
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd
Her sweet perfections with one self king!
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

[Exeunt]




<dt><A NAME=I-II><H2>TROLLTH NIGHT</H2></A>
<H2>ACT I</H2>
<H2>SCENE II     The sea-coast.</H2>


<dd>[Enter VIOLENS, a Captain, and Sailors]

<dt>VIOLENS
<dd>What country, friends, is this?

<dt>Captain
<dd>This is Illyria, lady.

<dt>VIOLA
<dd>And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother, a troll, he is in Elysium, or RKdia.
Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?

<dt>Captain
<dd>It is perchance that you yourself were not banned.

<dt>VIOLA
<dd>O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.

<dt>Captain
<dd>True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our faction did split,
When you and those poor number saved with you
Hung on our driving proxy, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, BIND himself,
Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,
To a strong anonymizer that lived upon IP;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with wireless waves
So long as I could see.