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

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1 I / 1
  • If music be the food of love, play on;
    Give me excess of it, that, surfeitin...
  • 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.
  • .

    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.

2 I / 1
  • What, Curio?
  • What, Curio?
  • Curio. Will you go hunt, my lord?

    Orsino. What, Curio?

3 I / 1
  • Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
    O, when mine eyes did see Olivia firs...
  • Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
    O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
    Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
    That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
    And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
    E'er since pursue me.
    [Enter VALENTINE]
    How now! what news from her?
  • Curio. The hart.

    Orsino. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
    O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
    Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
    That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
    And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
    E'er since pursue me.
    [Enter VALENTINE]
    How now! what news from her?

4 I / 1
  • O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
    To pay this debt of love but to...
  • O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
    To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
    How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
    Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
    That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
    These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd
    Her sweet perfections with one self king!
    Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
    Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.
  • Valentine. So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
    But from her handmaid do return this answer:
    The element itself, till seven years' heat,
    Shall not behold her face at ample view;
    But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
    And water once a day her chamber round
    With eye-offending brine: all this to season
    A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
    And lasting in her sad remembrance.

    Orsino. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
    To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
    How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
    Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
    That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
    These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd
    Her sweet perfections with one self king!
    Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
    Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

5 I / 4
  • Who saw Cesario, ho?
  • Who saw Cesario, ho?
  • Viola. I thank you. Here comes the count.

    Orsino. Who saw Cesario, ho?

6 I / 4
  • Stand you a while aloof, Cesario,
    Thou know'st no less but all; I have uncla...
  • Stand you a while aloof, Cesario,
    Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
    To thee the book even of my secret soul:
    Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
    Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
    And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
    Till thou have audience.
  • Viola. On your attendance, my lord; here.

    Orsino. Stand you a while aloof, Cesario,
    Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
    To thee the book even of my secret soul:
    Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
    Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
    And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
    Till thou have audience.

7 I / 4
  • Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
    Rather than make unprofited return.
  • Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
    Rather than make unprofited return.
  • Viola. Sure, my noble lord,
    If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
    As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

    Orsino. Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
    Rather than make unprofited return.

8 I / 4
  • O, then unfold the passion of my love,
    Surprise her with discourse of my dea...
  • O, then unfold the passion of my love,
    Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
    It shall become thee well to act my woes;
    She will attend it better in thy youth
    Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.
  • Viola. Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?

    Orsino. O, then unfold the passion of my love,
    Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
    It shall become thee well to act my woes;
    She will attend it better in thy youth
    Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.

9 I / 4
  • Dear lad, believe it;
    For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
    That say...
  • Dear lad, believe it;
    For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
    That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
    Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
    Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
    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; for I myself am best
    When least in company. Prosper well in this,
    And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
    To call his fortunes thine.
  • Viola. I think not so, my lord.

    Orsino. Dear lad, believe it;
    For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
    That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
    Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
    Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
    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; for I myself am best
    When least in company. Prosper well in this,
    And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
    To call his fortunes thine.

10 II / 4
  • Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
    Now, good Cesario, but that p...
  • 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.
  • Sir Toby Belch. Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late
    to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.

    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.

11 II / 4
  • Who was it?
  • Who was it?
  • Curio. He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.

    Orsino. Who was it?

12 II / 4
  • Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
    [Exit CURIO. Music plays]
    Com...
  • Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
    [Exit CURIO. Music plays]
    Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
    In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
    For such as I am all true lovers are,
    Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
    Save in the constant image of the creature
    That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
  • Curio. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady
    Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.

    Orsino. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
    [Exit CURIO. Music plays]
    Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
    In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
    For such as I am all true lovers are,
    Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
    Save in the constant image of the creature
    That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?

13 II / 4
  • Thou dost speak masterly:
    My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye <...
  • Thou dost speak masterly:
    My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
    Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
    Hath it not, boy?
  • Viola. It gives a very echo to the seat
    Where Love is throned.

    Orsino. Thou dost speak masterly:
    My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
    Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
    Hath it not, boy?

14 II / 4
  • What kind of woman is't?
  • What kind of woman is't?
  • Viola. A little, by your favour.

    Orsino. What kind of woman is't?

15 II / 4
  • She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
  • She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
  • Viola. Of your complexion.

    Orsino. She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?

16 II / 4
  • Too old by heaven: let still the woman take
    An elder than herself: so wears...
  • Too old by heaven: let still the woman take
    An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
    So sways she level in her husband's heart:
    For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
    Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
    More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
    Than women's are.
  • Viola. About your years, my lord.

    Orsino. Too old by heaven: let still the woman take
    An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
    So sways she level in her husband's heart:
    For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
    Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
    More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
    Than women's are.

17 II / 4
  • Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
    Or thy affection cannot hold the...
  • Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
    Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
    For women are as roses, whose fair flower
    Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
  • Viola. I think it well, my lord.

    Orsino. Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
    Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
    For women are as roses, whose fair flower
    Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

18 II / 4
  • O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
    Mark it, Cesario, it is old and...
  • O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
    Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
    The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
    And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
    Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
    And dallies with the innocence of love,
    Like the old age.
  • Viola. And so they are: alas, that they are so;
    To die, even when they to perfection grow!

    Orsino. O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
    Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
    The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
    And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
    Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
    And dallies with the innocence of love,
    Like the old age.

19 II / 4
  • Ay; prithee, sing.
    [Music]
    SONG.
  • Ay; prithee, sing.
    [Music]
    SONG.
  • Feste. Are you ready, sir?

    Orsino. Ay; prithee, sing.
    [Music]
    SONG.

20 II / 4
  • There's for thy pains.
  • There's for thy pains.
  • Feste. Come away, come away, death,
    And in sad cypress let me be laid;
    Fly away, fly away breath;
    I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
    My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
    O, prepare it!
    My part of death, no one so true
    Did share it.
    Not a flower, not a flower sweet
    On my black coffin let there be strown;
    Not a friend, not a friend greet
    My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
    A thousand thousand sighs to save,
    Lay me, O, where
    Sad true lover never find my grave,
    To weep there!

    Orsino. There's for thy pains.

21 II / 4
  • I'll pay thy pleasure then.
  • I'll pay thy pleasure then.
  • Feste. No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.

    Orsino. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

22 II / 4
  • Give me now leave to leave thee.
  • Give me now leave to leave thee.
  • Feste. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.

    Orsino. Give me now leave to leave thee.

23 II / 4
  • Let all the rest give place.
    [CURIO and Attendants retire]
    Once more, Ce...
  • Let all the rest give place.
    [CURIO and Attendants retire]
    Once more, Cesario,
    Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
    Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
    Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
    The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
    Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
    But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
    That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
  • Feste. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
    tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
    thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such
    constancy put to sea, that their business might be
    every thing and their intent every where; for that's
    it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.

    Orsino. Let all the rest give place.
    [CURIO and Attendants retire]
    Once more, Cesario,
    Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
    Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
    Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
    The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
    Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
    But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
    That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.

24 II / 4
  • I cannot be so answer'd.
  • I cannot be so answer'd.
  • Viola. But if she cannot love you, sir?

    Orsino. I cannot be so answer'd.

25 II / 4
  • There is no woman's sides
    Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
    As...
  • There is no woman's sides
    Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
    As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
    So big, to hold so much; they lack retention
    Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,
    No motion of the liver, but the palate,
    That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;
    But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
    And can digest as much: make no compare
    Between that love a woman can bear me
    And that I owe Olivia.
  • Viola. Sooth, but you must.
    Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
    Hath for your love a great a pang of heart
    As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
    You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?

    Orsino. There is no woman's sides
    Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
    As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
    So big, to hold so much; they lack retention
    Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,
    No motion of the liver, but the palate,
    That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;
    But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
    And can digest as much: make no compare
    Between that love a woman can bear me
    And that I owe Olivia.

26 II / 4
  • What dost thou know?
  • What dost thou know?
  • Viola. Ay, but I know--

    Orsino. What dost thou know?

27 II / 4
  • And what's her history?
  • And what's her history?
  • Viola. Too well what love women to men may owe:
    In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
    My father had a daughter loved a man,
    As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
    I should your lordship.

    Orsino. And what's her history?

28 II / 4
  • But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
  • But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
  • Viola. A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
    But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
    Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
    And with a green and yellow melancholy
    She sat like patience on a monument,
    Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
    We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
    Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
    Much in our vows, but little in our love.

    Orsino. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

29 II / 4
  • Ay, that's the theme.
    To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
    My love...
  • Ay, that's the theme.
    To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
    My love can give no place, bide no denay.
  • Viola. I am all the daughters of my father's house,
    And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
    Sir, shall I to this lady?

    Orsino. Ay, that's the theme.
    To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
    My love can give no place, bide no denay.

30 V / 1
  • Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
  • Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
  • Fabian. This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire my
    dog again.

    Orsino. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?

31 V / 1
  • I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow?
  • I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow?
  • Feste. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.

    Orsino. I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow?

32 V / 1
  • Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
  • Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
  • Feste. Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse
    for my friends.

    Orsino. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.

33 V / 1
  • How can that be?
  • How can that be?
  • Feste. No, sir, the worse.

    Orsino. How can that be?

34 V / 1
  • Why, this is excellent.
  • Why, this is excellent.
  • Feste. Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me;
    now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by
    my foes, sir I profit in the knowledge of myself,
    and by my friends, I am abused: so that,
    conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives
    make your two affirmatives why then, the worse for
    my friends and the better for my foes.

    Orsino. Why, this is excellent.

35 V / 1
  • Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.
  • Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.
  • Feste. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be
    one of my friends.

    Orsino. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.

36 V / 1
  • O, you give me ill counsel.
  • O, you give me ill counsel.
  • Feste. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would
    you could make it another.

    Orsino. O, you give me ill counsel.

37 V / 1
  • Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a
    double-dealer: there's another.
  • Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a
    double-dealer: there's another.
  • Feste. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
    and let your flesh and blood obey it.

    Orsino. Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a
    double-dealer: there's another.

38 V / 1
  • You can fool no more money out of me at this throw:
    if you will let your lad...
  • You can fool no more money out of me at this throw:
    if you will let your lady know I am here to speak
    with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake
    my bounty further.
  • Feste. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old
    saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex,
    sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of
    Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three.

    Orsino. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw:
    if you will let your lady know I am here to speak
    with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake
    my bounty further.

39 V / 1
  • That face of his I do remember well;
    Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear...
  • That face of his I do remember well;
    Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
    As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
    A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
    For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
    With which such scathful grapple did he make
    With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
    That very envy and the tongue of loss
    Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?
  • Viola. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.

    Orsino. That face of his I do remember well;
    Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
    As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
    A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
    For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
    With which such scathful grapple did he make
    With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
    That very envy and the tongue of loss
    Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?

40 V / 1
  • Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
    What foolish boldness brought thee to...
  • Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
    What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
    Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
    Hast made thine enemies?
  • Viola. He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side;
    But in conclusion put strange speech upon me:
    I know not what 'twas but distraction.

    Orsino. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
    What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
    Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
    Hast made thine enemies?

41 V / 1
  • When came he to this town?
  • When came he to this town?
  • Viola. How can this be?

    Orsino. When came he to this town?

42 V / 1
  • Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
    But for thee, fellow; fe...
  • Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
    But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness:
    Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
    But more of that anon. Take him aside.
  • Antonio. To-day, my lord; and for three months before,
    No interim, not a minute's vacancy,
    Both day and night did we keep company.

    Orsino. Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
    But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness:
    Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
    But more of that anon. Take him aside.

43 V / 1
  • Gracious Olivia,--
  • Gracious Olivia,--
  • Viola. Madam!

    Orsino. Gracious Olivia,--

44 V / 1
  • Still so cruel?
  • Still so cruel?
  • Olivia. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
    It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
    As howling after music.

    Orsino. Still so cruel?

45 V / 1
  • What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
    To whose ingrate and unauspicious a...
  • What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
    To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
    My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out
    That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
  • Olivia. Still so constant, lord.

    Orsino. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
    To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
    My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out
    That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?

46 V / 1
  • Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
    Like to the Egyptian thief at po...
  • Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
    Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
    Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy
    That sometimes savours nobly. But hear me this:
    Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
    And that I partly know the instrument
    That screws me from my true place in your favour,
    Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;
    But this your minion, whom I know you love,
    And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
    Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
    Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
    Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
    I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
    To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
  • Olivia. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.

    Orsino. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
    Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
    Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy
    That sometimes savours nobly. But hear me this:
    Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
    And that I partly know the instrument
    That screws me from my true place in your favour,
    Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;
    But this your minion, whom I know you love,
    And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
    Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
    Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
    Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
    I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
    To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

47 V / 1
  • Come, away!
  • Come, away!
  • Olivia. Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
    Call forth the holy father.

    Orsino. Come, away!

48 V / 1
  • Husband!
  • Husband!
  • Olivia. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.

    Orsino. Husband!

49 V / 1
  • Her husband, sirrah!
  • Her husband, sirrah!
  • Olivia. Ay, husband: can he that deny?

    Orsino. Her husband, sirrah!

50 V / 1
  • O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
    When time hath sow'd a grizzle on...
  • O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
    When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
    Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
    That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
    Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
    Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
  • Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
    Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
    Attested by the holy close of lips,
    Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
    And all the ceremony of this compact
    Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:
    Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
    I have travell'd but two hours.

    Orsino. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
    When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
    Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
    That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
    Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
    Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

51 V / 1
  • My gentleman, Cesario?
  • My gentleman, Cesario?
  • Sir Andrew Aguecheek. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for
    a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

    Orsino. My gentleman, Cesario?

52 V / 1
  • How now, gentleman! how is't with you?
  • How now, gentleman! how is't with you?
  • Sir Andrew Aguecheek. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
    think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
    [Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and Clown]
    Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more:
    but if he had not been in drink, he would have
    tickled you othergates than he did.

    Orsino. How now, gentleman! how is't with you?

53 V / 1
  • One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
    A natural perspective, that...
  • One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
    A natural perspective, that is and is not!
  • Sebastian. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman:
    But, had it been the brother of my blood,
    I must have done no less with wit and safety.
    You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
    I do perceive it hath offended you:
    Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
    We made each other but so late ago.

    Orsino. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
    A natural perspective, that is and is not!

54 V / 1
  • Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
    If this be so, as yet the glass see...
  • Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
    If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
    I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
    [To VIOLA]
    Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
    Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
  • Sebastian. [To OLIVIA] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:
    But nature to her bias drew in that.
    You would have been contracted to a maid;
    Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived,
    You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

    Orsino. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
    If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
    I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
    [To VIOLA]
    Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
    Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

55 V / 1
  • Give me thy hand;
    And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
  • Give me thy hand;
    And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
  • Viola. And all those sayings will I overswear;
    And those swearings keep as true in soul
    As doth that orbed continent the fire
    That severs day from night.

    Orsino. Give me thy hand;
    And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

56 V / 1
  • This savours not much of distraction.
  • This savours not much of distraction.
  • Feste. Ay, madam.

    Orsino. This savours not much of distraction.

57 V / 1
  • Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
    [To VIOLA]
    Your master quits...
  • Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
    [To VIOLA]
    Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
    So much against the mettle of your sex,
    So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
    And since you call'd me master for so long,
    Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
    Your master's mistress.
  • Olivia. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
    [Exit FABIAN]
    My lord so please you, these things further
    thought on,
    To think me as well a sister as a wife,
    One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,
    Here at my house and at my proper cost.

    Orsino. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
    [To VIOLA]
    Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
    So much against the mettle of your sex,
    So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
    And since you call'd me master for so long,
    Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
    Your master's mistress.

58 V / 1
  • Is this the madman?
  • Is this the madman?
  • Olivia. A sister! you are she.

    Orsino. Is this the madman?

59 V / 1
  • Pursue him and entreat him to a peace:
    He hath not told us of the captain ye...
  • Pursue him and entreat him to a peace:
    He hath not told us of the captain yet:
    When that is known and golden time convents,
    A solemn combination shall be made
    Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister,
    We will not part from hence. Cesario, come;
    For so you shall be, while you are a man;
    But when in other habits you are seen,
    Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.
  • Olivia. He hath been most notoriously abused.

    Orsino. Pursue him and entreat him to a peace:
    He hath not told us of the captain yet:
    When that is known and golden time convents,
    A solemn combination shall be made
    Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister,
    We will not part from hence. Cesario, come;
    For so you shall be, while you are a man;
    But when in other habits you are seen,
    Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.

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