Twelfth Night

Famous lines

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Orsino, Act 1, Scene 1

O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou...

Orsino, Act 1, Scene 1

O, had I but followed the arts!

Sir Andrew Aguecheek, Act 1, Scene 3

Faith, I can cut a caper.

Sir Andrew Aguecheek, Act 1, Scene 3

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

Feste, Act 1, Scene 5

Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned 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!’

Viola, Act 1, Scene 5

I left no ring with her; what means this lady?

Viola, Act 2, Scene 2

I am the man! If it be so – as ‘tis –
Poor, lady, she were better love a dream.

Viola, Act 2, Scene 2

O time, thou must untangle this, not I!
It is too hard a knot for me to untie.

Viola, Act 2, Scene 2

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Sir Toby Belch, Act 2, Scene 3

…if ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it, remember me.
For such as I am, all true lovers are:
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved.

Orsino, Act 2, Scene 4

Orsino: How dost thou like this tune?
Viola: It gives a very echo to the seat
Where love is throned.

Act 2, Scene 4

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i’the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

Viola, Act 2, Scene 4

In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ‘em.

Malvolio, Act 2, Scene 5

To see this age! A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward.

Feste, Act 3, Scene 1

I am not what I am.

Viola, Act 3, Scene 1

A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem his; love’s night is noon.

Olivia, Act 3, Scene 1

Love sought, is good; but given unsought, is better.

Olivia, Act 3, Scene 1

Taunt him with the license of ink.

Sir Toby Belch, Act 3, Scene 2

Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Olivia, Act 3, Scene 4

One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons!

Orsino, Act 5, Scene 1

How have you made division of yourself?
An apple cleft in two is not more twin
Than these two creatures.

Antonio, Act 5, Scene 1

Of charity, what kin are you to me?
What countryman? What name? What parentage?

Sebastian, Act 5, Scene 1

I’ll be revenged on the whole pack of you.

Malvolio, Act 5, Scene 1