Speeches (Lines) for Curio in "Twelfth Night; or, What You Will"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 1
  • Will you go hunt, my lord?
  • Will you go hunt, my lord?
  • Orsino. If music be the food of love, play on;
    Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken, and so die.
    That strain again! it had a dying fall:
    O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
    'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
    O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
    That, notwithstanding thy capacity
    Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
    Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
    But falls into abatement and low price,
    Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
    That it alone is high fantastical.

    Curio. Will you go hunt, my lord?

2 I / 1
  • The hart.
  • The hart.
  • Orsino. What, Curio?

    Curio. The hart.

3 II / 4
  • He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.
  • He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.
  • Orsino. Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
    Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
    That old and antique song we heard last night:
    Methought it did relieve my passion much,
    More than light airs and recollected terms
    Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
    Come, but one verse.

    Curio. He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.

4 II / 4
  • Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady
    Olivia's father took much d...
  • Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady
    Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.
  • Orsino. Who was it?

    Curio. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady
    Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.

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