Oh, when I first saw Olivia, it seemed like she made the air around her sweeter and purer. In that instant I was transformed into a hart, and my desire for her has hounded me like a pack of vicious dogs.
Olivia’s not going to show her face for thenext seven years—not even to the sky itself.
won’t say a word. You can be a eunuch, but I’ll be mute. I swear on my life I won’t tell your secret.
Please—and I’ll pay you plentyfor this—help me conceal my identity, and find me the right disguise so I can look the way I want. I want to be this Duke’s servant. You’ll introduce me to him as a eunuch.
Why, he has an income of three thousand ducats a year
Why not? Weren’t we both born under Taurus?
Why don’t you go off tochurch dancing one way, and come home dancing another way? If I had your talents, I’d be dancing a jig every time I walked down the street.
You’re going to destroy yourself with all this drinking.
That’s true. They’re strong, and they look pretty good in brown tights. Should we throw a little dance party?
Taurus! That governs the torso and heart, doesn’t it?