Twelfth Night
Important Quotations Explained
1. 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 odour.
Enough, no more,
’Tis not so sweet now as
it was before.
[Music ceases]
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 so e’er,
But falls into abatement
and low price
Even in a minute! So full of
shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
(I.i.1–15)
2. Make
me a willow cabin at your gate
And call upon
my soul within the house,
Write loyal cantons
of contemnèd love,
And sing them loud even
in the dead of night;
Hallow your name to
the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling
gossip of the air
Cry out ’Olivia!’ O, you
should not rest
Between the elements of air
and earth
But you should pity me.
(I.v.237–245)
3. There
is no woman’s sides
Can bide the beating of
so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart;
no woman’s heart
So big, to hold so much.
They lack retention.
Alas, their love may
be called appetite,
No motion of the liver,
but the palate,
That suffer surfeit, cloyment,
and revolt.
But mine is all as hungry as the
sea,
And can digest as much. Make no compare
Between
that love a woman can bear me
And that I owe
Olivia.
(II.iv.91–101)
4. Daylight
and champaign discovers not more. This is open. I will be proud,
I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash
off gross acquaintance, I will be point-device the very man. I do
not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason
excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow
stockings of late, she did praise my leg, being cross-gartered,
and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction
drives to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy.
I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered,
even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised.
(II.v.140–150)
5. Orsino: If
this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I
shall have share in this most happy wrack.
[To Viola]
Boy, thou hast said to me a
thousand
times
Thou never shouldst love woman like
to me.
Viola:
And all those sayings will I overswear,
And
all those swearings keep as true in soul
As
doth that orbèd continent the fire
That
severs day from night.
Orsino:
Give me thy hand,
And let me see thee in
thy woman’s weeds.
(V.i.258–266)








