Play On from Twelfth Night by Shaina Taub

FESTE:
IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE, PLAY ON

40 ILLYRIANS+ILLYRIETTES:
PLAY ON

FESTE:
IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE,

FESTE, 40 ILLYRIANS+ILLYRIETTES:
PLAY ON

FESTE:
BLISS AND MISERY
LET THEM WAIL IN HARMONY
AS WE CELEBRATE A LIFE THAT’S GONE
PLAY ON!

40 ILLYRIANS+ILLYRIETTES:
PLAY ON

FESTE, 40 ILLYRIANS+ILLYRIETTES:
IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE, PLAY ON (FESTE: PLAY ON!)
IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE, PLAY ON!
SEND HIS SPIRIT OFF WITH JIVE
REMIND US WE’RE STILL ALIVE
AS BREATH AND DEATH PASS THE BATON
PLAY ON

FESTE:
PLAY ON!

(VIOLA enters, sopping wet, barefoot and covered in seaweed)

VIOLA:
What country, friend, is this?

FESTE:
This is Illyria, lady!

VIOLA:
And what should I do in Illyria?

FESTE, 40 ILLYRIANS + ILLYRIETTES:
SO IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE PLAY ON (FESTE: PLAY ON!)
IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE, PLAY ON!
PLAY MY JOY, PLAY MY PAIN
TIL MY SOUL IS WHOLE AGAIN
TIL MY HEARTBEAT STARTS TO HOP

ORSINO:
I CAN’T TAKE IT NO MORE
STOP!
NO, PLAY ON!

VIOLA:
SEBASTIAN?
HAVE YOU SEEN MY BROTHER?
MY BROTHER
SEBASTIAN?
DID HE SWIM TO SHORE TOO?
THE STORM HIT OUR SHIP SO QUICK-
NEXT THING I KNEW
IT SPLIT IN TWO
DID HE DROWN?
OR DID I?
IS THIS WHERE YOU GO WHEN YOU DIE - ILLYRIA?
WHO GOVERNS HERE IN ILLYRIA?

(The ILLYRIETTES come forward to give her the scoop)

ILLYRIETTES:
POOR ORSINO!
FESTE
OUR LOVESICK DUKE

ILLYRIETTES:
POOR ORSINO!

ILLYRIAN MOM:
WHAT A STUD!

HER LITTLE KID:
EW PUKE!

ORSINO:
THE LADY WON’T LOVE ME BACK
NO, NO THE LADY WON’T LOVE ME BACK
SHE PASSED ME BY SO PROUDLY
IT’S KILLING ME LOUDLY
THE LADY WON’T LOVE ME BACK
HOW CAN I GET THE LADY TO LOVE ME BACK?
OH OH OLIVIA

VIOLA:
WHO’S OLIVIA?

ILLYRIETTES & FESTE:
POOR OLIVIA!
THE COUNTESS LOST HER BROTHER
HIS FUNERAL IS TODAY
SHE HIDES HER FACE AND BARELY SAYS A WORD OR SO THEY SAY

VIOLA:
MY HEART IS ACHING WITH HER
MY BROTHER LOST ASTRAY
IF ONLY SHE WOULD TAKE ME IN UNTIL I FIND MY WAY

ARIANNE:
YEAH, THE ODDS OF THAT ARE SLIM TO NONE

NATALIE:
OLIVIA WON’T SEE ANYONE

LOLA:
BUT ORSINO’S HIRING

MAYELYN:
GO APPLY!FESTE
HE ONLY HIRES MEN…

KELLY:
NEVERMIND THEN

IDANIA:
GOOD LUCK!

ILLYRIETTES:
BYE!

VIOLA:
MY BROTHER IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS WHAT TO DO
WHERE WOULD HE GO IN MY SHOELESS SHOES?
WELL, WHAT IF I STEP INTO HIS INSTEAD?
GET THIS JOB, GET FED, A ROOF OVER MY HEAD
A BASTION OF SECURITY
TIL SEBASTIAN IS RETURNED TO ME
OR THEY FIND HIM UNDER THE SEA
O DISGUISE, MAKE THEM SEE
WHAT KIND OF MAN I’VE GOTTA BE!

(VIOLA runs offstage)

FESTE, ORSINO, MARIA, OLIVIA, ILLYRIANS & ILLYRIETES:
IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE, PLAY ON! (FESTE: PLAY ON!)
IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE, PLAY ON!
BLOW THAT HORN AND START A RIOT
TIL MY EARDRUMS NEED A DIET
PLAY MY JOY, PLAY MY PAIN
TIL MY SOUL IS WHOLE AGAIN

(VIOLA re-enters, now dressed as a man, and joins the celebration)

VIOLA:
PLAY ALONG WITH THEIR SONG
TIL I’M BACK WHERE I BELONG


ALL:
TIL OUR HUNGER IS ALL GONE
PLAY ON!
PLAY ON!
PLAY ON!

VIOLA:
PLAY ON!

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• harmonies
• lyrics
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