Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

Act III, Scene i-ii

Quotes Act III, Scene i-ii
A sentence is but a chervil glove to a good wit
(III,i)
Go, write it in a martial hand. Be curst and brief.
It is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of
invention (III.ii)
…My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit (III.iii)