Duke Orsino of Illyria: If music be the food of love, play on.
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Malvolio: Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Duke Orsino of Illyria: If music be the food of love, play on.
Maria: But that he have the gift of a coward he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
Olivia: Why, this is very midsummer's madness.
Sir Toby Belch: Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Olivia: I heard you were saucy at my gates, and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you.
Malvolio: I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
Feste: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Olivia: Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
Malvolio: Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Duke Orsino of Illyria: If music be the food of love, play on.
Olivia: Why, this is very midsummer's madness.
Maria: But that he have the gift of a coward he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
Sir Toby Belch: Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Olivia: I heard you were saucy at my gates, and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you.
Malvolio: I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
Feste: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Olivia: Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
Feste: Good madonna, why mournest thou? Olivia: Good fool, for my brother's death. Feste: I think his soul is in hell, madonna. Olivia: I know his soul is in heaven, fool. Feste: The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.
Orsino: Make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia. Cesario: Ay, but I know... Cesario: What dost thou know? Cesario: Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Orsino: And what's her history? Cesario: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd 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? Cesario: I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too-and yet I know not.
Cesario: Dost thou live by thy music, friend? Feste: No, sir, I live by the church. Cesario: Art thou a churchman? 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.
Orsino: There's for thy pains. Feste: No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir. Orsino: I'll pay thy pleasure then. Feste: Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
Malvolio: Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia? Cesario: Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither. 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. Receive it so. Cesario: She took the ring of me? I'll none of it. 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.
Sebastian: I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know'st not me. Feste: Vent my folly! Tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
