Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

Act II, Scene v

1
By my life, this is my lady’s
hand! These be her very C’s, her U’s and her T’s and
thus makes she her great P’s (II,v)
2
“M,O,A,I.” This simulation is not as the former, and
yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every
one of these letters are in my name. (II.v)
3
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 (II.v)