Twelfth Night Act 1 Scene 4

Here comes the count. Who saw Cesario, ho?
On your attendance, my lord, here. (To Attendants) Stand you a while aloof. (To Cesario) Cesario, thou know’st no less but all:
thou know’st no less but all I have unclapsed to thee the book even of my secret soul. Therefore, good youth, address thy gate unto her,
Therefore, good youth, address thy gate unto her, Be not denied access, stand at her doors, and tell them there thy fixed foot shall grow till thou have audience.
As it is spoke, she will never admit me. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds rather than make unprofited return.
Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then? Oh then unfold the passions of my love, surprise her with discourse of my dear Faith
surprise her with discourse of my dear Faith It shall become the well to ask my woes: she will attend it better in thy youth than in a nuntio’s of more grave aspect.
I think not so, my lord. Dear lad, believe it; for they shall yet belied thy happy years that say thou art a man.
that say thou art a man Diana’s lip is not more smooth, and rubious; Thy small pipe is as the maidens Organ, shrill, and sound, and all is semblative a woman’s part.
and all is semblative a woman’s part I know thy constellation is right apt for this affair. Some four or five attend him, all, if you will:
him, all, if you will: For I my self am best when least in company. —prosper well in this, and thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, to call his fortunes thine.
July 1, 2019