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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 1]

Orsino

2

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Viola

500

It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of
war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my
hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.

3

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Viola

1323

My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant
and vouchsafed ear.

4

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Olivia

2299

If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
As howling after music.

5

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Feste

2502

So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to
read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.