Anger on thee face shall be hidden so it may not be shown to whom I may love.
If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die (1.1.1-7) 
Olivia's palace. May you ask her for my hand? Take this, a note of love. I shall be waiting. 
Yes sir. I shall be quick as I shall be.
Good presence Valentine
Hello my good sir, a request?
But like a cloistress she will veiled walk, and water once a day her chamber round with eye-offending brine: all this to season a brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh and lasting in her rememberence (1.1.25-33)
O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame to pay of this debt of love but to a brother, how will she love when the rich golden shaft hath killed the flock of all affections else (1.1.34-37). 
So please my lord, I might not be admitted but from her handmaid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven years' heat, shall not behold her face at an ample view
A must to find a way to fetch my dear by thee hands of truly what love shall hold!