Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

Act II, Scenes i-ii

A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful (II.i)
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go (II.i)
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much (II.ii)