Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

Act I, Scenes iii-iv

1
Confine? I’ll confine myself no finer than I am.
These clothes are good enough to drink in (I.iii)
2
…But I am
a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to
my wit (I.iii)
3
O, then unfold the passion of my love,
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith (I.iv)