Twlfth Night 2

Twlfth Night 2

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  • At Olivia's Palace
  • My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was call’d compliment. You’re servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
  • Cesario is your servant’s name, fair princess
  • O, by your leave, I pray you, I bade you never speak again of him. But, would you undertake another suit, I had rather hear you to solicit that Than music from the spheres.
  • For him, I think not on him. For his thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than fill’d with me.
  • Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valor. Challenge me the count’s youth to fight with him. Hurt him in eleven places. My niece shall take note of it, and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man’s commendation with woman than report of valor.
  • And he is yours, and his must needs be yours: Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.
  • Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf.
  • Give me leave, beseech you. I did send, After the last enchantment you did here, A ring in chase of you. So did I abuse Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you: Under your hard construction must I sit, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning Which you knew none of yours. What might you think?
  • Dear lady—
  • The outskirts of Illyria
  • No, faith, I’ll not stay a jot longer
  • Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
  • You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
  • Marry, I saw your niece do more favors to the Count’s servingman than ever she bestowed upon me. I saw ’t i' the orchard.
  • This was a great argument of love in her toward you
  • After Sir Andrew leaves
  • Never trust me, then. And by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I’ll eat the rest of the anatomy.
  • I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong, or so.
  • This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.
  • We shall have a rare letter from him: but you’ll not deliver ’t?
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