Twelfth Night Themes A2 Literature

Love Act 1

  • If music be the food of love, play on.

  • That it alone is high fantastical.

  • 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.

  • Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive.

  • And make the babbling gossip of the air cry out 'Olivia!‘

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Love Act 2

  • What is love? Tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter.

  • Let still the woman take an elder than herself.

  • For thy mind is a very opal.

  • She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy.

  • I may command where I adore.

  • Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.

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Love Act 3

  • Why, this is very midsummer madness.

  • Go hang yourselves all! You are idle shallow things; I am not of your element.

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Love Act 5

  • Give me thy hand and let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

  • Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned.

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Deceit Act 1

  • If music be the food of love, play on.

  • That it alone is high fantastical.

  • I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing and bear-baiting.

  • Thy small pipe is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound.

  • One would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.

  • Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive.

  • And make the babbling gossip of the air cry out 'Olivia!’

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Deceit Act 2

  • Let still the woman take an elder than herself.

  • She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy

  • I may command where I adore.

  • Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.

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Deceit Act 3

  • This fellow's wise enough to play the fool.

  • Go hang yourselves all! You are idle shallow things; I am not of your element.

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Deceit Act 5

  • Give me thy hand and let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

  • Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned.

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Gender Act 1

  • Thy small pipe is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound.

  • One would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.

  • Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive.

  • And make the babbling gossip of the air cry out 'Olivia!’

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Gender Act 2

  • Let still the woman take an elder than herself.

  • She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy.

  • Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.

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Gender Act 5

Give me thy hand and let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

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Melancholy Act 1

  • If music be the food of love, play on.

  • That it alone is high fantastical.

  • 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.

  • Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

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Melancholy Act 2

  • For thy mind is a very opal.

  • She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy.

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