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" He will come to her in yellow stockings, and ’tis a color she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests;

and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt."
(2.5.202-208)

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" Nay, I’ll come. If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy."
(2.5.2-3)

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"  Now the melancholy god protect thee and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.
(2.4.80-82)

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" A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i’ th’ bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument.
(2.4.122-126)

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"To her in haste. Give her this jewel. Say My love can give no place, bide no Denay"
(2.4.136-137)

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"With adorations, fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire."
(1.5.257-258)

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“If music be the food of love, play on.”
(1.1.1)

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"O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon bullets."
(1.5.89-92)