Twelfth Night
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- Listen, I’m going home tomorrow, Sir Toby. Your niece is refusing to see anyone, and even if she saw me, ten to one she’d want nothing to do with me. That duke who lives nearby is courting her
- Will you go hunt, my lord?
- Beautiful Olivia
- The hart.
- If music be the food of love, play on.Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken and so die
- She’s not interested in the duke. She doesn’t want to marry anyone of higher social rank than her, or anyone richer, older, or smarter. I’ve heard her say that. So cheer up, there’s still hope for you, man.
- What, Curio?
- Beautiful Olivia
- So please my lord, I might not be admitted,But from her handmaid do return this answer:The element itself, till seven years’ heat,
- O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
- How now, what news from her?
- And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium.Perchance he is not drowned
- What country, friends, is this??
- This is Illyria, lady.
- All right, I’ll stay another month
- So please go to her house; if they don’t let you in, plant yourself outside her door and tell themyou won’t leave until they let you see her.
- Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds Rather than make unprofited return.
- I have to go matchmaking for the man I want to marry myself!
- But my lord, I’m sure that if she’s as depressed as people say, she’ll never let me in
- I’ll do my best to make this lady love you.
- He is a ‘a barren rascal’
- ‘Take the fool away’.
- Take her away! You are a fool ‘to mourn for your brother’s soul, being in heaven’
- Madam, there’s a young gentleman at the gate who really wants to speak to you.
- Your lord knows what I think. I can’t love him. I’m sure he’s a very nice man. I know he’s noble, rich, young, and with a fine reputation. People say he’s generous, well educated, and brave, and he’s very attractive. But I just can’t love him.
- How does he love me?
- My lord loves you. You should return a love as deep as his, even if you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.
- He adores you. He cries and groans and sighs.
- Calm down, calm down. How strange I’m feeling! Can someone fall in love this quickly? I can feel this young man’s perfection creeping in through my eyes like some kind of disease, slowly and invisibly
- Run after that messenger, the duke’s servant. He insisted on leaving this ring with me whether I wanted it or not. Tell him I want nothing to do with it. Ask him not to encourage Orsino or to get his hopes up. I’m not for him. If that young man comes here again tomorrow, I’ll tell him why. Hurry, Malvolio.
- Madam, I will
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