Flashcards in Twelfth Night: Orsino Quotes Deck (14):
If music be the food of love...
Excess of it
I was turned into a hart...
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, e'er since pursue me
A ___ duke
In what chapter of his bosom... I have read it....
It is heresy
Come hither, boy. If ever...
Thou shalt love, in sweet pangs of it remember me
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm..
Than women's are
Prizes not quantity...
Of dirty land
What I love
Give me thy hand and...
Let me see thee in thy woman's weeds
In his blood