Twelfth Night | Act III, Scene I - Page 2
- OLIVIA:
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I pity you.
- OLIVIA:
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That's a degree to love.
- OLIVIA:
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Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf!(130)
[Clock strikes.]
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due west.(135)
- VIOLA:
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Then westward-ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
- OLIVIA:
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Stay. I prithee tell me what thou thinkest of me.
- VIOLA:
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That you do think you are not what you are.(140)
- OLIVIA:
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If I think so, I think the same of you.
- VIOLA:
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Then think you right: I am not what I am.
- OLIVIA:
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I would you were as I would have you be!
- VIOLA:
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Would it be better, madam, than I am?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.(145)
- OLIVIA:
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[Aside.] O what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,(150)
By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo thou therefore hast no cause,
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,(155)
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
- VIOLA:
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By innocence I swear, and by my youth
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.(160)
And so adieu, good madam: never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
- OLIVIA:
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Yet come again; for thou perhaps, mayst move
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
[Exeunt.]
