twelfth night act 1 part 1
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Oh, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
How now! What news from her?
The element itself, till seven years' heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view....A brother’s dead love, which she would keep fresh
And what should I do in Illyria? My brother....Perchane he is not drown’d?
What country, friends, is this?
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves So long as I could see.
This is Illyria, lady.
Who governs here?
I’ll serve this duke.Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him.
I won’t say a word. You can be a eunuch, but I’ll be mute.... I won’t tell your secret.
A noble duke, in nature As in name.... Orsino
Why, let her except, before excepted.
Confine? I’ll confine myself no finer than I am. These clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too. An they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch!
Your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
Be clamorous, andleap all civil bounds, Rather than make unprofited return.
I’ve told you all the secrets of my soul. So please go to her house; if they don’t let you in, plant yourself outside her door and tell them you won’t leave until they let you see her.
I’ll do my bestTo woo your lady—*Yet, a barful strife—Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
Sure, my noble lord,If she be so abandoned to her sorrow As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
Sweet Sir Andrew!
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