Twelfth Night – Deception and Disguise Quotes

Thy small pipe/ Is as the maiden’s organ… shrill and sound, And all is semblative a woman’s part – Orsino
My father had a daughter loved a man/ As it might be, perhaps… were I a woman, I should your lordship – Viola
I am all the daughters of my father’s house… And all the brothers too – Viola
If this were played upon a stage now, I could… condemn it as an improbable fiction – Fabian
Give me thy hand… And let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds – Orsino
Cucullus non facit monachum… that’s as much to say I wear no motley in my brain (Feste)
Not yet old enough for a man… nor young enough for a boy…One would think his mother’s milk was scarce out of him (Malvolio)
I do not know what, and fear to find… Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind (Olivia)
I left no ring with her: what means this lady?… fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her! (Viola)
Why, thou hast put him in such a dream… that when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad (T about Malvolio)
I am not… what I am (Viola)
A little thing would make me tell them… how much I lack of a man (Viola)
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous-evil… are empty trunks o’er flourished by the devil (Antonio when he thinks Seb has betrayed him)
Nothing that is so… is so (Feste)
Sir Topas the curate… who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic (Feste)
I say there is no darkness but ignorance… in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog (Feste)
There was never man… so notoriously abused (Malvolio)
An apple cleft in two… is not more twin than these two creatures (Antonio)
He holds Beelzebub… at the stave’s end (Feste about Malvolio)
Madam, you have done me wrong… notorious wrong. (Malvolio)
He is very well-favored and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think his mother’s milk were scarce out of him. (Malvolio)
Now is the woodcock near the gin. (Fabian)
Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned,Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, And made the most notorious geck and gullThat e’er invention played on? Tell me why. (Malvolio)
Well, I’ll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in’t, and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. (Feste, mocking priests who are not virtuous)
Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,Though, I confess, much like the character. But out of question, ’tis Maria’s hand. (Olivia)
Conceal me what I am and be my aid (Viola)
Be you his eunuch, and your mute I’ll be When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see (Captain)
He that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours (Feste)
Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness Wherein the pregnant enemy does much (Viola)
Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard! (Feste – sees through Viola’s disguise?)
I am almost sick for one (a beard) – though I would not have it grow on my chin (Viola)
As many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set ’em down. (Toby)
He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on carpet-consideration but he is a devil in private brawl (Toby about A)
He is indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria (Fabian about A)
A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man (Viola)
There’s something in’t That is deceivable (Seb)
He shall conceal it Whiles you are willing it shall come to note (Olivia)
Orsino, this is that Antonio That took Phoenix and her fraught from Candy, And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg (1 Officer)
Ay me, detested! How am I beguiled! (Olivia)
O thou dissembling cub! (Orsino)
The count’s gentleman, one Cesario. We took him for a coward, but he’s the very devil incarnate (Andrew)
One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons – A natural perspective, that is and is not ! (Orsino)
How have you made division of yourself? An apple cleft in two is not more twin than these two creatures (Antonio)
If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurped attire, Do not embrace me, til each circumstance, of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump That I am Viola (Viola)
Give me thy hand And let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds (Orsino)
Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Though I confess much like the character But out of question, ’tis Maria’s hand. And now I do bethink me, it was she First told me thou wast mad (Olivia)