Love in Twelfth Night

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  • Created on: 11-04-21 10:44
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  • Love
    • If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it, that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die (1.1 Orsino)
      • Er*tic desire = hunger, wants to kill off his appetite
    • That instant was I turned into a hart, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me (1.1 Orsino)
      • Myth of Acteon - hunter transformed into a deer by Diana when he saw her bathing - his own hounds chased him - Duke reveals that he chases himself - does not love Olivia
    • O, she hath a heart of that fine frame...golden shaft Hath killed the flock of all affections... (1.1 Orsino)
      • Violent S.F. - prey is Olivia
    • ASIDE Yet a barful strife! Who'er I woo, myself would be his wife (1.4 Viola about Orsino and his love for Olivia)
      • Falls in love quickly
    • How now? Even so quickly may one catch the plague? (1.5 Olivia about loving Cesario)
    • I could not stay behind you. My desire, More sharp than filéd steel, did spur me forth...My willing love... (3.3 Antonio to Sebastian)
      • Similar to Duke's "golden shaft" description of love
    • This pearl she gave me...Where's Antonio, then? (4.3 Sebastian)
    • His counsel now might do me golden service (4.3 Sebastian)
      • Asks for Antonio only after long speech on Olivia - wants advice
    • ...having come from a day bed, where I left Olivia sleeping (2.5 Malvolio)
      • Not er*tic - social climbing
    • ...while you are a man...but in other habits...his fancy's queen (5.1 Orsino)
    • What is love? 'Tis no hereafter: Present mirth hath present laughter: What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty (Feste)
    • Jouneys end in lovers meeting
    • ...we prove much in our vows, but little in our love (Viola as Cesario on men and love)
      • This is proven at the end of the play - Orsino's desires change quickly
  • ...mine eyes...
    • Disease enters through the eyes
    • Love
      • If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it, that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die (1.1 Orsino)
        • Er*tic desire = hunger, wants to kill off his appetite
      • That instant was I turned into a hart, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me (1.1 Orsino)
        • Myth of Acteon - hunter transformed into a deer by Diana when he saw her bathing - his own hounds chased him - Duke reveals that he chases himself - does not love Olivia
      • O, she hath a heart of that fine frame...golden shaft Hath killed the flock of all affections... (1.1 Orsino)
        • Violent S.F. - prey is Olivia
      • ASIDE Yet a barful strife! Who'er I woo, myself would be his wife (1.4 Viola about Orsino and his love for Olivia)
        • Falls in love quickly
      • How now? Even so quickly may one catch the plague? (1.5 Olivia about loving Cesario)
      • I could not stay behind you. My desire, More sharp than filéd steel, did spur me forth...My willing love... (3.3 Antonio to Sebastian)
        • Similar to Duke's "golden shaft" description of love
      • This pearl she gave me...Where's Antonio, then? (4.3 Sebastian)
      • His counsel now might do me golden service (4.3 Sebastian)
        • Asks for Antonio only after long speech on Olivia - wants advice
      • ...having come from a day bed, where I left Olivia sleeping (2.5 Malvolio)
        • Not er*tic - social climbing
      • ...while you are a man...but in other habits...his fancy's queen (5.1 Orsino)
      • What is love? 'Tis no hereafter: Present mirth hath present laughter: What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty (Feste)
      • Jouneys end in lovers meeting
      • ...we prove much in our vows, but little in our love (Viola as Cesario on men and love)
        • This is proven at the end of the play - Orsino's desires change quickly

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