I Won Love Again Royal Jesters
| Feste | |
|---|---|
| 12th Night character | |
| Actor Louis H. Chrispijn equally Feste, ca. 1899 | |
| Created past | William Shakespeare |
Feste is a fictional character in William Shakespeare's one-act Twelfth Night. He is a fool (majestic jester) attached to the household of the Countess Olivia. He has patently been there for some fourth dimension, as he was a "fool that the Lady Olivia's father took much delight in" (2.4). Although Olivia'southward father has died inside the concluding year, information technology is possible that Feste approaches or has reached middle age, though he even so has the wit to conduct off good 'fooling' when he needs to, and the vocalization to sing lustily or mournfully as the occasion demands. He is referred to by name only once during the play, in answer to an inquiry by Orsino of who sang a song that he heard the previous evening. Curio responds "Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's male parent took much delight in. He is most the house" (2.iv). Throughout the balance of the play, he is addressed only as "Fool," while in the stage directions he is mentioned as "Clown."
Feste seems to get out Olivia's business firm and render at his pleasance rather too freely for a servant. (At the very to the lowest degree he is doing some free-lance entertaining over at the business firm of Knuckles Orsino (2.four).) His addiction of roaming gets him into trouble with Olivia: when we get-go meet him, he must talk his way out of being turned out—a grim fate in those days—for being absent-minded, as it were, without leave. He succeeds, and once dorsum in his lady's good graces, he weaves in and out of the activity with the sort of impunity that was reserved for a person nobody took seriously.
Performances [edit]
In that location are instances in the play where Feste is believed to be an almost omniscient presence. Some critics take suggested that there are moments where it seems Feste knows more than nearly Viola/Cesario'southward disguise than he lets on and sure phase and pic adaptations take taken this arroyo with their portrayal of the fool.
A practiced example is in Trevor Nunn's moving-picture show accommodation, in which Ben Kingsley is constantly nowadays in the scenes that reveal the plot—in fact he is the narrator at the start of the film, describing the shipwreck and the separation of the twins. He is so shown watching Viola arrive in Illyria and the picture show ends with him watching the various supporting players exit Olivia's estate. When Viola removes her "Cesario" disguise he gives her a gilt necklace which she discarded when beginning shipwrecked on Illyria'south shores.
Kingsley'due south Feste dresses in sometime wearing apparel and appears to be a wanderer of no fixed abode, though he slips in and out of Olivia's estate at his volition. He plays a number of musical instruments and, like most of the cast, displays a mixture of comedy and pathos.
Songs/poems [edit]
Feste, equally a fool, has a repertoire of songs:
O Mistress Mine [edit]
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear! Your true love's coming,
That can sing both loftier and depression.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys finish in lovers meeting,
Every wise man`s son doth know,
What is love? 'Tis not future.
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What'south to come up is still unsure.
In delay at that place lies no plenty,
And then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Youth'southward a stuff will not endure.
Come Abroad, Death [edit]
- Come up away, come away, decease,
- And in sad cypress permit me be laid.
- Fly away, fly away jiff,
- I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
- My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
- O, prepare it!
- My part of expiry, no ane so truthful
- O, did share information technology.
- Non a flower, not a flower sugariness
- On my blackness coffin let there be strown.
- Non a friend, not a friend greet
- My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
- A thousand chiliad sighs to relieve,
- Lay me, O, where
- Deplorable true lover never notice my grave,
- O, to weep there!
- To weep at that place.
Hey Robin, Jolly Robin [edit]
Hey Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.
My lady is unkind, perdy.
Alas, why is she and so?
She loves another --
This song is interrupted partway through.
I Am Gone, Sir [edit]
I am gone, sir.
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Similar to the former Vice,
Your need to sustain.
Who with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries "Ah ha" to the devil.
Like a mad lad,
"Peel thy nails, dad."
Adieu, good homo devils.
Feste's Song [edit]
When that I was and a niggling tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was only a toy,
For the rain it raineth every solar day.
But when I came to human'due south estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain, it raineth every twenty-four hour period.
Merely when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, it raineth every twenty-four hour period.
Just when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With tosspots still had drunken heads,
For the rain, it raineth every twenty-four hours.
A keen while ago the earth begun,
With hey, ho, the air current and the pelting.
But that'due south all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
Quotes [edit]
While portraying the part of the perfect fool, Feste illustrates his intelligence and distinct agreement of events by saying "Better a witty fool than a foolish wit."
References [edit]
- Twelfth Night, Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. 1985 (w/boosted material, 2003). (New Cambridge Shakespeare)
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feste
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