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

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1 I / 2
  • What country, friends, is this?
  • What country, friends, is this?
  • 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.

    Viola. What country, friends, is this?

2 I / 2
  • And what should I do in Illyria?
    My brother he is in Elysium.
    Perchance...
  • And what should I do in Illyria?
    My brother he is in Elysium.
    Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?
  • Captain. This is Illyria, lady.

    Viola. And what should I do in Illyria?
    My brother he is in Elysium.
    Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?

3 I / 2
  • O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.
  • O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.
  • Captain. It is perchance that you yourself were saved.

    Viola. O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.

4 I / 2
  • For saying so, there's gold:
    Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
    Where...
  • For saying so, there's gold:
    Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
    Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
    The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
  • Captain. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
    Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
    When you and those poor number saved with you
    Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
    Most provident in peril, bind himself,
    Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,
    To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
    Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
    I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
    So long as I could see.

    Viola. For saying so, there's gold:
    Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
    Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
    The like of him. Know'st thou this country?

5 I / 2
  • Who governs here?
  • Who governs here?
  • Captain. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
    Not three hours' travel from this very place.

    Viola. Who governs here?

6 I / 2
  • What is the name?
  • What is the name?
  • Captain. A noble duke, in nature as in name.

    Viola. What is the name?

7 I / 2
  • Orsino! I have heard my father name him:
    He was a bachelor then.
  • Orsino! I have heard my father name him:
    He was a bachelor then.
  • Captain. Orsino.

    Viola. Orsino! I have heard my father name him:
    He was a bachelor then.

8 I / 2
  • What's she?
  • What's she?
  • Captain. And so is now, or was so very late;
    For but a month ago I went from hence,
    And then 'twas fresh in murmur,--as, you know,
    What great ones do the less will prattle of,--
    That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

    Viola. What's she?

9 I / 2
  • O that I served that lady
    And might not be delivered to the world,
    Till...
  • O that I served that lady
    And might not be delivered to the world,
    Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
    What my estate is!
  • Captain. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
    That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her
    In the protection of his son, her brother,
    Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,
    They say, she hath abjured the company
    And sight of men.

    Viola. O that I served that lady
    And might not be delivered to the world,
    Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
    What my estate is!

10 I / 2
  • There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
    And though that nature with a bea...
  • There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
    And though that nature with a beauteous wall
    Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
    I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
    With this thy fair and outward character.
    I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
    Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
    For such disguise as haply shall become
    The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
    Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
    It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
    And speak to him in many sorts of music
    That will allow me very worth his service.
    What else may hap to time I will commit;
    Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
  • Captain. That were hard to compass;
    Because she will admit no kind of suit,
    No, not the duke's.

    Viola. There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
    And though that nature with a beauteous wall
    Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
    I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
    With this thy fair and outward character.
    I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
    Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
    For such disguise as haply shall become
    The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
    Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
    It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
    And speak to him in many sorts of music
    That will allow me very worth his service.
    What else may hap to time I will commit;
    Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

11 I / 2
  • I thank thee: lead me on.
  • I thank thee: lead me on.
  • Captain. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
    When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

    Viola. I thank thee: lead me on.

12 I / 4
  • You either fear his humour or my negligence, that
    you call in question the c...
  • You either fear his humour or my negligence, that
    you call in question the continuance of his love:
    is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?
  • Valentine. If the duke continue these favours towards you,
    Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath
    known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.

    Viola. You either fear his humour or my negligence, that
    you call in question the continuance of his love:
    is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?

13 I / 4
  • I thank you. Here comes the count.
  • I thank you. Here comes the count.
  • Valentine. No, believe me.

    Viola. I thank you. Here comes the count.

14 I / 4
  • On your attendance, my lord; here.
  • On your attendance, my lord; here.
  • Orsino. Who saw Cesario, ho?

    Viola. On your attendance, my lord; here.

15 I / 4
  • Sure, my noble lord,
    If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
    As it is spoke...
  • Sure, my noble lord,
    If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
    As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
  • 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.

    Viola. Sure, my noble lord,
    If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
    As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

16 I / 4
  • Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
  • Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
  • Orsino. Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
    Rather than make unprofited return.

    Viola. Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?

17 I / 4
  • I think not so, my lord.
  • I think not so, my lord.
  • 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.

    Viola. I think not so, my lord.

18 I / 4
  • I'll do my best
    To woo your lady:
    [Aside]
    yet, a barful strife!
    ...
  • I'll do my best
    To woo your lady:
    [Aside]
    yet, a barful strife!
    Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
  • 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.

    Viola. I'll do my best
    To woo your lady:
    [Aside]
    yet, a barful strife!
    Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

19 I / 5
  • The honourable lady of the house, which is she?
  • The honourable lady of the house, which is she?
  • Olivia. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.
    We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.

    Viola. The honourable lady of the house, which is she?

20 I / 5
  • Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,--I
    pray you, tell me if this...
  • Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,--I
    pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,
    for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away
    my speech, for besides that it is excellently well
    penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
    beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
    comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
  • Olivia. Speak to me; I shall answer for her.
    Your will?

    Viola. Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,--I
    pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,
    for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away
    my speech, for besides that it is excellently well
    penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
    beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
    comptible, even to the least sinister usage.

21 I / 5
  • I can say little more than I have studied, and that
    question's out of my par...
  • I can say little more than I have studied, and that
    question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me
    modest assurance if you be the lady of the house,
    that I may proceed in my speech.
  • Olivia. Whence came you, sir?

    Viola. I can say little more than I have studied, and that
    question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me
    modest assurance if you be the lady of the house,
    that I may proceed in my speech.

22 I / 5
  • No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs
    of malice I swear, I am no...
  • No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs
    of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you
    the lady of the house?
  • Olivia. Are you a comedian?

    Viola. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs
    of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you
    the lady of the house?

23 I / 5
  • Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp
    yourself; for what is yours to be...
  • Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp
    yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours
    to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will
    on with my speech in your praise, and then show you
    the heart of my message.
  • Olivia. If I do not usurp myself, I am.

    Viola. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp
    yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours
    to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will
    on with my speech in your praise, and then show you
    the heart of my message.

24 I / 5
  • Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
  • Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
  • Olivia. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.

    Viola. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.

25 I / 5
  • No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
    longer. Some mollification for...
  • No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
    longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet
    lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.
  • Maria. Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.

    Viola. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
    longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet
    lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.

26 I / 5
  • It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of
    war, no taxation of homag...
  • It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of
    war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my
    hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.
  • Olivia. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when
    the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.

    Viola. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of
    war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my
    hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.

27 I / 5
  • The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
    learned from my entertainment....
  • The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
    learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
    would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears,
    divinity, to any other's, profanation.
  • Olivia. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you?

    Viola. The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
    learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
    would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears,
    divinity, to any other's, profanation.

28 I / 5
  • Most sweet lady,--
  • Most sweet lady,--
  • Olivia. Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
    [Exeunt MARIA and Attendants]
    Now, sir, what is your text?

    Viola. Most sweet lady,--

29 I / 5
  • In Orsino's bosom.
  • In Orsino's bosom.
  • Olivia. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it.
    Where lies your text?

    Viola. In Orsino's bosom.

30 I / 5
  • To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
  • To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
  • Olivia. In his bosom! In what chapter_id of his bosom?

    Viola. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

31 I / 5
  • Good madam, let me see your face.
  • Good madam, let me see your face.
  • Olivia. O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say?

    Viola. Good madam, let me see your face.

32 I / 5
  • Excellently done, if God did all.
  • Excellently done, if God did all.
  • Olivia. Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate
    with my face? You are now out of your text: but
    we will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
    Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't
    not well done?

    Viola. Excellently done, if God did all.

33 I / 5
  • 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
    Nature's own sweet and cunning...
  • 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
    Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
    Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,
    If you will lead these graces to the grave
    And leave the world no copy.
  • Olivia. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

    Viola. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
    Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
    Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,
    If you will lead these graces to the grave
    And leave the world no copy.

34 I / 5
  • I see you what you are, you are too proud;
    But, if you were the devil, you a...
  • I see you what you are, you are too proud;
    But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
    My lord and master loves you: O, such love
    Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd
    The nonpareil of beauty!
  • Olivia. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give
    out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be
    inventoried, and every particle and utensil
    labelled to my will: as, item, two lips,
    indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to
    them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were
    you sent hither to praise me?

    Viola. I see you what you are, you are too proud;
    But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
    My lord and master loves you: O, such love
    Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd
    The nonpareil of beauty!

35 I / 5
  • With adorations, fertile tears,
    With groans that thunder love, with sighs of...
  • With adorations, fertile tears,
    With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
  • Olivia. How does he love me?

    Viola. With adorations, fertile tears,
    With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

36 I / 5
  • If I did love you in my master's flame,
    With such a suffering, such a deadly...
  • If I did love you in my master's flame,
    With such a suffering, such a deadly life,
    In your denial I would find no sense;
    I would not understand it.
  • Olivia. Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:
    Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
    Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
    In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant;
    And in dimension and the shape of nature
    A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him;
    He might have took his answer long ago.

    Viola. If I did love you in my master's flame,
    With such a suffering, such a deadly life,
    In your denial I would find no sense;
    I would not understand it.

37 I / 5
  • Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
    And call upon my soul within the house;...
  • Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
    And call upon my soul within the house;
    Write loyal cantons of contemned love
    And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
    Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
    And make the babbling gossip of the air
    Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest
    Between the elements of air and earth,
    But you should pity me!
  • Olivia. Why, what would you?

    Viola. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
    And call upon my soul within the house;
    Write loyal cantons of contemned love
    And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
    Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
    And make the babbling gossip of the air
    Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest
    Between the elements of air and earth,
    But you should pity me!

38 I / 5
  • Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
    I am a gentleman.
  • Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
    I am a gentleman.
  • Olivia. You might do much.
    What is your parentage?

    Viola. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
    I am a gentleman.

39 I / 5
  • I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
    My master, not myself, lacks reco...
  • I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
    My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
    Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;
    And let your fervor, like my master's, be
    Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.
  • Olivia. Get you to your lord;
    I cannot love him: let him send no more;
    Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
    To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:
    I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.

    Viola. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
    My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
    Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;
    And let your fervor, like my master's, be
    Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.

40 II / 2
  • Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
    arrived but hither.
  • Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
    arrived but hither.
  • Malvolio. Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

    Viola. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
    arrived but hither.

41 II / 2
  • She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.
  • She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.
  • Malvolio. She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have
    saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself.
    She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord
    into a desperate assurance she will none of him:
    and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to
    come again in his affairs, unless it be to report
    your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.

    Viola. She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.

42 II / 2
  • I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
    Fortune forbid my outside hav...
  • I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
    Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
    She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
    That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
    For she did speak in starts distractedly.
    She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
    Invites me in this churlish messenger.
    None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
    I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
    Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
    Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
    Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
    How easy is it for the proper-false
    In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
    Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
    For such as we are made of, such we be.
    How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
    And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
    And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
    What will become of this? As I am man,
    My state is desperate for my master's love;
    As I am woman,--now alas the day!--
    What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
    O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
    It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
  • Malvolio. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
    will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth
    stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be
    it his that finds it.

    Viola. I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
    Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
    She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
    That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
    For she did speak in starts distractedly.
    She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
    Invites me in this churlish messenger.
    None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
    I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
    Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
    Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
    Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
    How easy is it for the proper-false
    In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
    Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
    For such as we are made of, such we be.
    How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
    And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
    And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
    What will become of this? As I am man,
    My state is desperate for my master's love;
    As I am woman,--now alas the day!--
    What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
    O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
    It is too hard a knot for me to untie!

43 II / 4
  • It gives a very echo to the seat
    Where Love is throned.
  • It gives a very echo to the seat
    Where Love is throned.
  • 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?

    Viola. It gives a very echo to the seat
    Where Love is throned.

44 II / 4
  • A little, by your favour.
  • A little, by your favour.
  • 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?

    Viola. A little, by your favour.

45 II / 4
  • Of your complexion.
  • Of your complexion.
  • Orsino. What kind of woman is't?

    Viola. Of your complexion.

46 II / 4
  • About your years, my lord.
  • About your years, my lord.
  • Orsino. She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?

    Viola. About your years, my lord.

47 II / 4
  • I think it well, my lord.
  • I think it well, 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.

    Viola. I think it well, my lord.

48 II / 4
  • And so they are: alas, that they are so;
    To die, even when they to perfectio...
  • And so they are: alas, that they are so;
    To die, even when they to perfection grow!
  • 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.

    Viola. And so they are: alas, that they are so;
    To die, even when they to perfection grow!

49 II / 4
  • But if she cannot love you, sir?
  • But if she cannot love you, sir?
  • 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.

    Viola. But if she cannot love you, sir?

50 II / 4
  • Sooth, but you must.
    Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
    Hath for y...
  • 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. I cannot be so answer'd.

    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?

51 II / 4
  • Ay, but I know--
  • Ay, but I know--
  • 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.

    Viola. Ay, but I know--

52 II / 4
  • Too well what love women to men may owe:
    In faith, they are as true of heart...
  • 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. What dost thou know?

    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.

53 II / 4
  • A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
    But let concealment, like a worm...
  • 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. And what's her history?

    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.

54 II / 4
  • I am all the daughters of my father's house,
    And all the brothers too: and y...
  • 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. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

    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?

55 III / 1
  • Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by
    thy tabour?
  • Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by
    thy tabour?
  • Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I'll make one too.

    Viola. Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by
    thy tabour?

56 III / 1
  • Art thou a churchman?
  • Art thou a churchman?
  • Feste. No, sir, I live by the church.

    Viola. Art thou a churchman?

57 III / 1
  • So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a
    beggar dwell near him; or...
  • So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a
    beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy
    tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.
  • Feste. No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for
    I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by
    the church.

    Viola. So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a
    beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy
    tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.

58 III / 1
  • Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with
    words may quickly make them...
  • Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with
    words may quickly make them wanton.
  • Feste. You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is
    but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the
    wrong side may be turned outward!

    Viola. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with
    words may quickly make them wanton.

59 III / 1
  • Why, man?
  • Why, man?
  • Feste. I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.

    Viola. Why, man?

60 III / 1
  • Thy reason, man?
  • Thy reason, man?
  • Feste. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that
    word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words
    are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.

    Viola. Thy reason, man?

61 III / 1
  • I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.
  • I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.
  • Feste. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and
    words are grown so false, I am loath to prove
    reason with them.

    Viola. I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.

62 III / 1
  • Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
  • Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
  • Feste. Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my
    conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be
    to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

    Viola. Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?

63 III / 1
  • I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.
  • I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.
  • Feste. No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she
    will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and
    fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to
    herrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not
    her fool, but her corrupter of words.

    Viola. I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.

64 III / 1
  • Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee.
    Hold, there's expenses fo...
  • Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee.
    Hold, there's expenses for thee.
  • Feste. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun,
    it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but
    the fool should be as oft with your master as with
    my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.

    Viola. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee.
    Hold, there's expenses for thee.

65 III / 1
  • By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for
    one;
    [Aside]
    thoug...
  • By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for
    one;
    [Aside]
    though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy
    lady within?
  • Feste. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!

    Viola. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for
    one;
    [Aside]
    though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy
    lady within?

66 III / 1
  • Yes, being kept together and put to use.
  • Yes, being kept together and put to use.
  • Feste. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?

    Viola. Yes, being kept together and put to use.

67 III / 1
  • I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
  • I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
  • Feste. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring
    a Cressida to this Troilus.

    Viola. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.

68 III / 1
  • This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
    And to do that well craves a ki...
  • This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
    And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
    He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
    The quality of persons, and the time,
    And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather
    That comes before his eye. This is a practise
    As full of labour as a wise man's art
    For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
    But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
  • Feste. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but
    a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is
    within, sir. I will construe to them whence you
    come; who you are and what you would are out of my
    welkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn.

    Viola. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
    And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
    He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
    The quality of persons, and the time,
    And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather
    That comes before his eye. This is a practise
    As full of labour as a wise man's art
    For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
    But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

69 III / 1
  • And you, sir.
  • And you, sir.
  • Sir Toby Belch. Save you, gentleman.

    Viola. And you, sir.

70 III / 1
  • Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.
  • Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.
  • Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

    Viola. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.

71 III / 1
  • I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
    list of my voyage.
  • I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
    list of my voyage.
  • Sir Toby Belch. Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous
    you should enter, if your trade be to her.

    Viola. I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
    list of my voyage.

72 III / 1
  • My legs do better understand me, sir, than I
    understand what you mean by bid...
  • My legs do better understand me, sir, than I
    understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
  • Sir Toby Belch. Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.

    Viola. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I
    understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.

73 III / 1
  • I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we
    are prevented.
    [Enter O...
  • I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we
    are prevented.
    [Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]
    Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain
    odours on you!
  • Sir Toby Belch. I mean, to go, sir, to enter.

    Viola. I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we
    are prevented.
    [Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]
    Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain
    odours on you!

74 III / 1
  • My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant
    and vouchsafed ear.
  • My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant
    and vouchsafed ear.
  • Sir Andrew Aguecheek. That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well.

    Viola. My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant
    and vouchsafed ear.

75 III / 1
  • My duty, madam, and most humble service.
  • My duty, madam, and most humble service.
  • Olivia. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
    [Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA]
    Give me your hand, sir.

    Viola. My duty, madam, and most humble service.

76 III / 1
  • Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
  • Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
  • Olivia. What is your name?

    Viola. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.

77 III / 1
  • And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
    Your servant's servant is your...
  • And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
    Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
  • Olivia. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
    Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
    You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.

    Viola. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
    Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

78 III / 1
  • Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
    On his behalf.
  • Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
    On his behalf.
  • Olivia. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,
    Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!

    Viola. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
    On his behalf.

79 III / 1
  • Dear lady,--
  • Dear lady,--
  • Olivia. O, by your leave, I pray you,
    I bade you never speak again of him:
    But, would you undertake another suit,
    I had rather hear you to solicit that
    Than music from the spheres.

    Viola. Dear lady,--

80 III / 1
  • I pity you.
  • I pity you.
  • Olivia. Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
    After the last enchantment you did here,
    A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse
    Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you:
    Under your hard construction must I sit,To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
    Which you knew none of yours: what might you think?
    Have you not set mine honour at the stake
    And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
    That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
    Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom,
    Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.

    Viola. I pity you.

81 III / 1
  • No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
    That very oft we pity enemies.
  • No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
    That very oft we pity enemies.
  • Olivia. That's a degree to love.

    Viola. No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
    That very oft we pity enemies.

82 III / 1
  • Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition
    Attend your ladyship!
    You'l...
  • Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition
    Attend your ladyship!
    You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
  • Olivia. Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
    O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
    If one should be a prey, how much the better
    To fall before the lion than the wolf!
    [Clock strikes]
    The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
    Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
    And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
    Your were is alike to reap a proper man:
    There lies your way, due west.

    Viola. Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition
    Attend your ladyship!
    You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

83 III / 1
  • That you do think you are not what you are.
  • That you do think you are not what you are.
  • Olivia. Stay:
    I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.

    Viola. That you do think you are not what you are.

84 III / 1
  • Then think you right: I am not what I am.
  • Then think you right: I am not what I am.
  • Olivia. If I think so, I think the same of you.

    Viola. Then think you right: I am not what I am.

85 III / 1
  • Would it be better, madam, than I am?
    I wish it might, for now I am your foo...
  • Would it be better, madam, than I am?
    I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
  • Olivia. I would you were as I would have you be!

    Viola. Would it be better, madam, than I am?
    I wish it might, for now I am your fool.

86 III / 1
  • By innocence I swear, and by my youth
    I have one heart, one bosom and one tr...
  • By innocence I swear, and by my youth
    I have one heart, one bosom and one truth,
    And that no woman has; nor never none
    Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
    And so adieu, good madam: never more
    Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
  • Olivia. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
    In the contempt and anger of his lip!
    A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
    Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
    Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
    By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
    I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
    Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
    Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
    For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause,
    But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
    Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

    Viola. By innocence I swear, and by my youth
    I have one heart, one bosom and one truth,
    And that no woman has; nor never none
    Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
    And so adieu, good madam: never more
    Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

87 III / 4
  • With the same 'havior that your passion bears
    Goes on my master's grief.
  • With the same 'havior that your passion bears
    Goes on my master's grief.
  • Olivia. I have said too much unto a heart of stone
    And laid mine honour too unchary out:
    There's something in me that reproves my fault;
    But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
    That it but mocks reproof.

    Viola. With the same 'havior that your passion bears
    Goes on my master's grief.

88 III / 4
  • Nothing but this; your true love for my master.
  • Nothing but this; your true love for my master.
  • Olivia. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
    Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
    And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
    What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
    That honour saved may upon asking give?

    Viola. Nothing but this; your true love for my master.

89 III / 4
  • I will acquit you.
  • I will acquit you.
  • Olivia. How with mine honour may I give him that
    Which I have given to you?

    Viola. I will acquit you.

90 III / 4
  • And you, sir.
  • And you, sir.
  • Sir Toby Belch. Gentleman, God save thee.

    Viola. And you, sir.

91 III / 4
  • You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel
    to me: my remembrance is...
  • You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel
    to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from
    any image of offence done to any man.
  • Sir Toby Belch. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what
    nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
    not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as
    the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end:
    dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for
    thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.

    Viola. You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel
    to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from
    any image of offence done to any man.

92 III / 4
  • I pray you, sir, what is he?
  • I pray you, sir, what is he?
  • Sir Toby Belch. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore,
    if you hold your life at any price, betake you to
    your guard; for your opposite hath in him what
    youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man withal.

    Viola. I pray you, sir, what is he?

93 III / 4
  • I will return again into the house and desire some
    conduct of the lady. I am...
  • I will return again into the house and desire some
    conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard
    of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on
    others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man
    of that quirk.
  • Sir Toby Belch. He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on
    carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private
    brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and
    his incensement at this moment is so implacable,
    that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death
    and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.

    Viola. I will return again into the house and desire some
    conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard
    of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on
    others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man
    of that quirk.

94 III / 4
  • This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me
    this courteous office, a...
  • This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me
    this courteous office, as to know of the knight what
    my offence to him is: it is something of my
    negligence, nothing of my purpose.
  • Sir Toby Belch. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a
    very competent injury: therefore, get you on and
    give him his desire. Back you shall not to the
    house, unless you undertake that with me which with
    as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on,
    or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you
    must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.

    Viola. This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me
    this courteous office, as to know of the knight what
    my offence to him is: it is something of my
    negligence, nothing of my purpose.

95 III / 4
  • Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
  • Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
  • Sir Toby Belch. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this
    gentleman till my return.

    Viola. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?

96 III / 4
  • I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
  • I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
  • Fabian. I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a
    mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.

    Viola. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?

97 III / 4
  • I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that
    had rather go with sir pri...
  • I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that
    had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I
    care not who knows so much of my mettle.
  • Fabian. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by
    his form, as you are like to find him in the proof
    of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful,
    bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly
    have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk
    towards him? I will make your peace with him if I
    can.

    Viola. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that
    had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I
    care not who knows so much of my mettle.

98 III / 4
  • [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would
    make me tell them how much...
  • [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would
    make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
  • Sir Toby Belch. [To VIOLA] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight
    with you for's oath sake: marry, he hath better
    bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now
    scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for
    the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.

    Viola. [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would
    make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

99 III / 4
  • I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
  • I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
  • Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Pray God, he keep his oath!

    Viola. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.

100 III / 4
  • Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
  • Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
  • Sir Toby Belch. I'll be with you anon.

    Viola. Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.

101 III / 4
  • What money, sir?
    For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
    And, par...
  • What money, sir?
    For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
    And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
    Out of my lean and low ability
    I'll lend you something: my having is not much;
    I'll make division of my present with you:
    Hold, there's half my coffer.
  • Antonio. I must entreat of you some of that money.

    Viola. What money, sir?
    For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
    And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
    Out of my lean and low ability
    I'll lend you something: my having is not much;
    I'll make division of my present with you:
    Hold, there's half my coffer.

102 III / 4
  • I know of none;
    Nor know I you by voice or any feature:
    I hate ingratitu...
  • I know of none;
    Nor know I you by voice or any feature:
    I hate ingratitude more in a man
    Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
    Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
    Inhabits our frail blood.
  • Antonio. Will you deny me now?
    Is't possible that my deserts to you
    Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
    Lest that it make me so unsound a man
    As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
    That I have done for you.

    Viola. I know of none;
    Nor know I you by voice or any feature:
    I hate ingratitude more in a man
    Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
    Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
    Inhabits our frail blood.

103 III / 4
  • Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
    That he believes himself: so do...
  • Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
    That he believes himself: so do not I.
    Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
    That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
  • Antonio. Lead me on.

    Viola. Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
    That he believes himself: so do not I.
    Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
    That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

104 III / 4
  • He named Sebastian: I my brother know
    Yet living in my glass; even such and...
  • He named Sebastian: I my brother know
    Yet living in my glass; even such and so
    In favour was my brother, and he went
    Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
    For him I imitate: O, if it prove,
    Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love.
  • Sir Toby Belch. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll
    whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

    Viola. He named Sebastian: I my brother know
    Yet living in my glass; even such and so
    In favour was my brother, and he went
    Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
    For him I imitate: O, if it prove,
    Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love.

105 V / 1
  • Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
  • Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
  • Feste. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come
    again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think
    that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness:
    but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I
    will awake it anon.

    Viola. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.

106 V / 1
  • He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side;
    But in conclusion put strange spee...
  • He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side;
    But in conclusion put strange speech upon me:
    I know not what 'twas but distraction.
  • First Officer. Orsino, this is that Antonio
    That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy;
    And this is he that did the Tiger board,
    When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
    Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
    In private brabble did we apprehend him.

    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.

107 V / 1
  • How can this be?
  • How can this be?
  • Antonio. Orsino, noble sir,
    Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:
    Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
    Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
    Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
    That most ingrateful boy there by your side,
    From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
    Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
    His life I gave him and did thereto add
    My love, without retention or restraint,
    All his in dedication; for his sake
    Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
    Into the danger of this adverse town;
    Drew to defend him when he was beset:
    Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
    Not meaning to partake with me in danger,
    Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
    And grew a twenty years removed thing
    While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
    Which I had recommended to his use
    Not half an hour before.

    Viola. How can this be?

108 V / 1
  • Madam!
  • Madam!
  • Olivia. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
    Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
    Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.

    Viola. Madam!

109 V / 1
  • My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.
  • My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.
  • Olivia. What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord,--

    Viola. My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.

110 V / 1
  • And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
    To do you rest, a thousand deaths wou...
  • And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
    To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
  • 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.

    Viola. And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
    To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

111 V / 1
  • After him I love
    More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
    More, b...
  • After him I love
    More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
    More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
    If I do feign, you witnesses above
    Punish my life for tainting of my love!
  • Olivia. Where goes Cesario?

    Viola. After him I love
    More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
    More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
    If I do feign, you witnesses above
    Punish my life for tainting of my love!

112 V / 1
  • Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
  • Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
  • Olivia. Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!

    Viola. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

113 V / 1
  • No, my lord, not I.
  • No, my lord, not I.
  • Orsino. Her husband, sirrah!

    Viola. No, my lord, not I.

114 V / 1
  • My lord, I do protest--
  • My lord, I do protest--
  • 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.

    Viola. My lord, I do protest--

115 V / 1
  • Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
    You drew your sword upon me withou...
  • Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
    You drew your sword upon me without cause;
    But I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.
  • Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for
    nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't
    by Sir Toby.

    Viola. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
    You drew your sword upon me without cause;
    But I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.

116 V / 1
  • Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
    Such a Sebastian was my brother too,...
  • Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
    Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
    So went he suited to his watery tomb:
    If spirits can assume both form and suit
    You come to fright us.
  • Sebastian. Do I stand there? I never had a brother;
    Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
    Of here and every where. I had a sister,
    Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.
    Of charity, what kin are you to me?
    What countryman? what name? what parentage?

    Viola. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
    Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
    So went he suited to his watery tomb:
    If spirits can assume both form and suit
    You come to fright us.

117 V / 1
  • My father had a mole upon his brow.
  • My father had a mole upon his brow.
  • Sebastian. A spirit I am indeed;
    But am in that dimension grossly clad
    Which from the womb I did participate.
    Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
    I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
    And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!'

    Viola. My father had a mole upon his brow.

118 V / 1
  • And died that day when Viola from her birth
    Had number'd thirteen years.
  • And died that day when Viola from her birth
    Had number'd thirteen years.
  • Sebastian. And so had mine.

    Viola. And died that day when Viola from her birth
    Had number'd thirteen years.

119 V / 1
  • If nothing lets to make us happy both
    But this my masculine usurp'd attire,...
  • If nothing lets to make us happy both
    But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
    Do not embrace me till each circumstance
    Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
    That I am Viola: which to confirm,
    I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
    Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
    I was preserved to serve this noble count.
    All the occurrence of my fortune since
    Hath been between this lady and this lord.
  • Sebastian. O, that record is lively in my soul!
    He finished indeed his mortal act
    That day that made my sister thirteen years.

    Viola. If nothing lets to make us happy both
    But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
    Do not embrace me till each circumstance
    Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
    That I am Viola: which to confirm,
    I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
    Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
    I was preserved to serve this noble count.
    All the occurrence of my fortune since
    Hath been between this lady and this lord.

120 V / 1
  • And all those sayings will I overswear;
    And those swearings keep as true in...
  • 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. 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.

    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.

121 V / 1
  • The captain that did bring me first on shore
    Hath my maid's garments: he upo...
  • The captain that did bring me first on shore
    Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action
    Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,
    A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.
  • Orsino. Give me thy hand;
    And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

    Viola. The captain that did bring me first on shore
    Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action
    Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,
    A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

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