Our little theatre group did Twelfth Night several years ago under the direction of a retired English teacher. I got to be Feste and the musical director as well. We did all the songs with recognizable settings; some country, some rock etc. We had them stomping and singing along with the finale "When that I was and a tiny little boy." We spent a lot of time working out "How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture of 'we three'?" We couldn't expect the audience to have a clue, so we decided to poke each other and giggle and keep pointing at Sir Andrew Aguecheek. The audience lauged their hearts out at that for some unknown reason.(This is the very reason stage actors love 'Old Bill' - he totally trusts his performers - Foulestroupe)
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