Orsino, viola, Olivia
If music be the food of love play on!
That were hard to compass; Because she will admit no kind of suit,
Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?
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?
If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.
A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful
Let some of my people have a special care of him. I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
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