- Created by: hollydaniella1
- Created on: 22-05-19 17:50
Viola Act 1
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive.
And make the babbling gossip of the air cry out 'Olivia!‘
Viola Act 2
She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy.
Viola Act 3
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool.
Feste Act 1
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Feste Act 2
What is love? Tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter.
Thy mind is a very opal.
Malvolio Act 1
One would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.
Malvolio Act 2
Now is the woodcock near the gin.
I may command where I adore.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Malvolio Act 3
Go hang yourselves all! You are idle shallow things; I am not of your element.
Malvolio Act 5
Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned
I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
Sir Andrew Act 1
I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing and bear-baiting.
Olivia Act 3
O world! how apt the poor are to be proud.
Why, this is very midsummer madness.
Orsino Act 1
If music be the food of love, play on.
That it alone is high fantastical.
Thy small pipe is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound.
Orsino Act 2
Let still the woman take an elder than herself.
Orsino Act 5
Give me thy hand and let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.