Twelfth Night Act 1 Quotes

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die
enough, no more/ ’tis not so sweet now as it was before
so full of shapes is fancy that it alone is high fantastical
I turned into a hart, and my desires like fell and cruel hounds, e’er since pursue me
till seven years heat
like a cloistress she will veiled walk
how will she love
a noble duke in nature as in name
what great ones do the less will prattle of
What’s she? What’s she?
conceal me what I am
eunuch eunuch
care’s an enemy to life
he’s as tall a man as any’s in Illyria
a fool and very prodigal
good Mistress Accost
thou mightst never draw sword again
What’s your metaphor
already you are no stranger
I have unclasped to thee the book even of my secret soul
diana’s lip is not more smooth and rubious
yet, a barful strife-/ whoe’er I woo, I myself would be his wife
Quinapalus Quinapalus
the lady bade take away the fool. therefore, I say again, take her away
I wear not motley in my brain
feste ‘has no more brain than a stone’
you are sick of self-love, Malvolio
is’t not well done?
with groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire
what is your parentage?
even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Fate, show thy force. ourselves we do not owe./ what is decreed must be, and this is so

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