Flashcards in twelfth night Deck (9)
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
I say, there
was never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are:
logan toby gulling
The feeling that the joke has gone too far is voiced by Sir Toby: "I would we were well rid of this knavery
the marriages at the end of Twelfth Night do not convince us that sex- uality is ever ordered and controlled with regard to the individual in society
Sir Toby and the lighter people
I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you
and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.