Twelfth Night Themes A2 Literature

• 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!‘

• 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.

• Why, this is very midsummer madness.

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

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

• Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned.

• 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!’

• 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.

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

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

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

• Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned.

• 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!’

• 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.

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

• 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.

• For thy mind is a very opal.

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