Twelfth Night Flashcards
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
Mine eye too great
A flatterer for my mind
I am the
Man
Poor lady, she were
better love a dream
It is too hard a
Not for me t’untie
My masters,
Are you mad
Do Ye make an ale house
Of my lady’s house
The devil
A Puritan
An affectioned
Ass
Of your
Complexion
About your
Years, my lord
I am all the daughters of my father’s house
And all the brothers too
