Twelfth Night Flashcards
(35 cards)
If music be the food of love
Play on, give me excess of it
The appetite may
Sicken, and so die
Tis not so sweet now as
It was before
That instant was I turn’d
Into a hart
The element itself
Till Severn years’ heat
Shall not behold her
Face at ample view
But like a cloistress
She will veiled walk
With eye
Offending Brine
Her sweet perfections
With one self king
And what should
I do in Illyria
Conceal me
What I am
For such disguise
As haply shall become the form of my intent
I will present
Myself as a eunuch
These clothes are good
Enough to drink in
Good mistress accost
I desire better acquaintance
If the duke continue these favors
Towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced
To thee the book
Even of my secret soul
Unprofited
Return
Take the fool
Away
Do you not hear, fellows?
Take away the lady
O you are sick of
Self love, Malvolio
Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty
I pray you tell me if this be the lady of the house
Give us the place alone
We will hear this divinity
Run after that same
Peevish messenger