| Thy small pipe/ Is as the maiden’s organ… | shrill and sound, And all is semblative a woman’s part – Orsino |
| My father had a daughter loved a man/ As it might be, perhaps… | were I a woman, I should your lordship – Viola |
| I am all the daughters of my father’s house… | And all the brothers too – Viola |
| If this were played upon a stage now, I could… | condemn it as an improbable fiction – Fabian |
| Give me thy hand… | And let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds – Orsino |
| Cucullus non facit monachum… | that’s as much to say I wear no motley in my brain (Feste) |
| Not yet old enough for a man… | nor young enough for a boy…One would think his mother’s milk was scarce out of him (Malvolio) |
| I do not know what, and fear to find… | Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind (Olivia) |
| I left no ring with her: what means this lady?… | fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her! (Viola) |
| Why, thou hast put him in such a dream… | that when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad (T about Malvolio) |
| I am not… | what I am (Viola) |
| A little thing would make me tell them… | how much I lack of a man (Viola) |
| Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous-evil… | are empty trunks o’er flourished by the devil (Antonio when he thinks Seb has betrayed him) |
| Nothing that is so… | is so (Feste) |
| Sir Topas the curate… | who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic (Feste) |
| I say there is no darkness but ignorance… | in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog (Feste) |
| There was never man… | so notoriously abused (Malvolio) |
| An apple cleft in two… | is not more twin than these two creatures (Antonio) |
| He holds Beelzebub… | at the stave’s end (Feste about Malvolio) |
| Madam, you have done me wrong… | notorious wrong. (Malvolio) |
| He is very well-favored and he speaks very shrewishly; | one would think his mother’s milk were scarce out of him. (Malvolio) |
| Now is the woodcock | near the gin. (Fabian) |
| Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned,Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, | And made the most notorious geck and gullThat e’er invention played on? Tell me why. (Malvolio) |
| Well, I’ll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in’t, | and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. (Feste, mocking priests who are not virtuous) |
| Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,Though, I confess, much like the character. | But out of question, ’tis Maria’s hand. (Olivia) |
| Conceal me what I am | and be my aid (Viola) |
| Be you his eunuch, and your mute I’ll be | When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see (Captain) |
| He that is well hanged in this world | needs to fear no colours (Feste) |
| Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness | Wherein the pregnant enemy does much (Viola) |
| Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, | send thee a beard! (Feste – sees through Viola’s disguise?) |
| I am almost sick for one (a beard) | – though I would not have it grow on my chin (Viola) |
| As many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, | although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set ’em down. (Toby) |
| He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier | and on carpet-consideration but he is a devil in private brawl (Toby about A) |
| He is indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite | that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria (Fabian about A) |
| A little thing would make me tell them | how much I lack of a man (Viola) |
| There’s something in’t | That is deceivable (Seb) |
| He shall conceal it | Whiles you are willing it shall come to note (Olivia) |
| Orsino, this is that Antonio That took Phoenix and her fraught from Candy, | And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg (1 Officer) |
| Ay me, detested! | How am I beguiled! (Olivia) |
| O thou | dissembling cub! (Orsino) |
| The count’s gentleman, one Cesario. We took him for | a coward, but he’s the very devil incarnate (Andrew) |
| One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons – | A natural perspective, that is and is not ! (Orsino) |
| How have you made division of yourself? | An apple cleft in two is not more twin than these two creatures (Antonio) |
| If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurped attire, | Do not embrace me, til each circumstance, of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump That I am Viola (Viola) |
| Give me thy hand | And let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds (Orsino) |
| Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Though I confess much like the character | But out of question, ’tis Maria’s hand. And now I do bethink me, it was she First told me thou wast mad (Olivia) |
Twelfth Night – Deception and Disguise Quotes
July 11, 2019