Twelve Night
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- What might you think? Have you not set mine honour at the stake.
- That's a degree to love
- Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again. (Clock strikes) The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: There lies your way, due west!
- No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies
- I pity you.
- Stay, I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.
- If I think so, I think the same of you
- Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
- I would you were as I would have you be
- That you do think you are not what you are
- Then think you right: I am not what I am.
- O, what a deal of corns looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! Cesario, by the roses of the spring, maidhood, honour, truth, and everything, I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
- By innocence I swear, and by my youth I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, And that no woman has; nor ever none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good madam: never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore
- Would it be better, madam, than I am? I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
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