Act 1, Scene 1, Twelfth Night, Translation: Shakespeare

Introducing a dynamic solution to demystify Shakespeare's intricate language: our interactive modern translation of Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 1. Click any line in the original text, and its modern translation instantly illuminates, forging an immediate link between the two. By seamlessly blending the old with the new, we bring accessibility and clarity to Shakespeare's enduring masterpiece for present-day readers. Enhance your reading experience by rotating your mobile device horizontally Original Text ACT I SCENE I. DUKE ORSINO's palace. Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending DUKE ORSINO If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, …