Twelfth Night
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Twelfth Night, or What You Will is a comedy play by William Shakespeare, named after the Twelfth Night holiday.
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- 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 oer my ear like the sweet sound that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour!
- Orsino, I.i
- … one draught above heat makes him a fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him.
- Feste, I.iii
- Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage…
- Feste, I.v
- Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.
- Feste, I.v
- 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.
- Viola, II.iv
- Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
- Malvolio, II.v
- For the rain it raineth every day.
- Feste, V.i
- I am sure care's an enemy to life.
- Sir Toby, I.iii
- That that is, is.
- Feste, IV.ii
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