ABSTRACT
In 1958, Peter Hall at Stratford-upon-Avon hung the stage with gauzes and contrived what The Times called a Watteauesque light. And critics report that a year previously, at Stratford, Ontario, Tyrone Guthrie contrasted Feste and Malvolio in psychological terms, allowing the final song of the wind and rain to be as plaintive and wonderful as Jewish lament. In Sir John Gielgud's elegant Twelfth Night, Malvolio yielded Sir Laurence Olivier a role in which to exploit his impudent and plebeian comedy, and in his last line 'I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you' an opportunity for the cry of a man unmade. Sir Toby is usually a domesticated Falstaff, but at the Old Vic in 1958 with tumultuous gulps and shouts, he was seen as a plain boor; and for this there is plenty of support in his name, Belch, and in his talk of boarding and assailing, making water and cutting mutton.
