Monologue

Viola Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

female · philosophical · 42 sec

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool, And to do that well, craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man’s art: For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; But wise men, folly-fall’n, quite taint their wit. Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.

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