Act 2, Scene 3

Twelfth Night - William Shakespeare


I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of

love, wherein by the colour of

his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his

eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself

most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady

your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make

distinction of our hands.


Excellent, I smell a device.


I have't in my nose too.


He shall think by the letters that thou wilt drop

that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him.


My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.


And your horse now would make him an ass.


I know it is early days, yet, but despite my dislike of the drunkard, the idiot, the fool, and Maria, this might just be the first of Will's comedies that I am really enjoying.  


And I'm loving that this play seems to be the source of so many references in Christie's work, too. And others, of course, but it does make me wonder if Dame Agatha had a soft spot for this one.