| 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 |
Twelfth Night Act 1 Quotes
July 24, 2019