Twelfth Night Act II scene iv

Twelfth Night Act II scene ivComic StripIva Vukovic and Abby Pasmore
Exit Feste and Curio
Say perhaps there is some lady, who hath for your love as great a pang of heart as you have for Olivia. You cannot love her; You tell her so. Must she not then be answered?
But if she cannot love you, sir—
Ay, but I know—
There is no woman's sides can bide the beating of so strong a passion as love doth give my heart. Make no compare between that love a woman can bear me and that I owe Olivia.
Get thee to yond same cruel woman ruling my life. Tell her my love.
I cannot be so answered.
Too well what 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.
And what's her history?
What dost thou know?
A blank, my lord. She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined n thought, and with a green and yellow meloncholy 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.
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?
But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste.
Give her this jewel. Say my love can give no place, bide no denay.

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