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
