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"I’ll sacrifice the lamb that I do love" ~ Orsino
(5.1.133)

"That he did seek the love of fair Olivia." ~ Captain
(1.2.35)

"O, then unfold the passion of my love." ~ Orsino
("1.4.26")

"How does he love me?" ~ Olivia
(1.5.256)

"After him I love
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More by all mores than e’er I shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Punish my life for tainting of my love." ~ Viola
(5.1.138 - 5.1.142)

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"If music be the food of love, play on.
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.
That strain again! It had a dying fall.
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor. Enough; no more.
’Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, naught enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical." ~ Orsino
(1.1.1 - 1.1.15)

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"Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her!
She made good view of me, indeed so much
That methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure! The cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger." ~ Viola
(2.2.18 - 2.2.23)

Nothing that can
be can come between me and the full prospect of
my hopes. ~ Malvolio
(3.4.87 - 3.4.89)

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"With the same ’havior that your passion bears
Goes on my master’s griefs." ~ Viola
(3.4.214 - 3.4.215)

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"Too well what love women to men may owe.
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your Lordship." ~ Viola
(2.4.116 - 2.4.120)

"Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him." ~ Viola
(1.2.59)

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"Too well what love women to men may owe.
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your Lordship." ~ Viola
(2.4.116 - 2.4.120)

"Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I’ll serve this duke.
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him.
It may be worth thy pains, for I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap, to time I will commit." ~ Viola
(1.2.56 - 1.2.63)

"I am the man. If it be so, as ’tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper false
In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms!" ~ Viola
(2.2.25 - 2.2.30)

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" ’Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Lady, you are the cruel’st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy." ~ V
(1.5.238 - 1.5.242)

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"Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One
draught above heat makes him a fool, the second
mads him, and a third drowns him." ~ Feste the Fool
(1.5.129 - 1.5.131)

"This is the air; that is the glorious sun.
This pearl she gave me, I do feel ’t and see ’t.
And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet ’tis not madness. Where’s Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant.
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service.
For though my soul disputes well with my sense
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad—
Or else the lady’s mad. Yet if ’twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her
followers" ~ Sebastian
(4.3.1 - 4.3.18)