Twelfth Night Quotes

Orsino 1.1-3 If music be the food of love, play on,Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Orsino, 1.1.14-5 So full shapes is fancyThat it alone is high fantastical
Sir Andrew Aguecheek, 1.3.79-80 I am a great eater of beef, and I beleive that does harm to my wit.
Sir Andrew Aguecheek 1.3.85-7 I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing and bear-bating: O, had I but followed the arts!
Orsino, 1.4.32-4 Thy small pipeIs as the maidens organ, shrill and sound,And all is semblative a womans part
Feste, 1.5.17 Many a good hanging prevents a bad marrige.
Feste, 1.5.32 Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Malvolio, 1.5.149-51 He is very well-favored and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think his mothers milk were scarce out of him
Cesario, 1.5.224-6 Lasy, you are the cruell’st she aliveIf you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy
Cesario, 1.5.251-9 Make me a willow cabin at your gateAnd call upon my soul within the house;Write loyal cantons of contemned loveAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night;Halloo your name to the reverberate hillsAnd make the babbling gossip of the airCry out “Olivia!” O, You should not rest Between the elements of air and earthBut you should pity me.
Sir Toby Belch, 2.3.1-2 Not to be a-bed after midnight is to be up bedtimes
Feste, 2.3.39 O mistress mine, where are you roaming?O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming.
Feste, 2.4.43-8 What is love? Tis not hereafter;Fresent mirth hath present laughter:Whats to come is till unsure.In delay there lies no plenty;Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty:Youths a stuff will not endure
Sir Toby Belch, 2.3.71 Am I not consanguineous? Am I not of her blood?
Sir Toby Belch, 2.3.108-9 Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Maria, 2.3.158 My purpose, indeed, is a horse of that color.
-Sir Andrew, 2.3.171 I was adored once too.
Orsino, 2.4.28-34 Let still the woman takeAn elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husbands heart:For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,Than womens are.
Orsino, 2.4.35-6 Then let thy love be younger than thyself,Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
Feste, 2.4.72-3 Now the melancholy god protect thee, and the tailor make thy doubtlet of changeable taffeta, for thy mmind is a very opal
Olivia, 3.1.124 Oh world! how apt the poor are to be proud.
Olivia, 3.1.153 Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Olivia, 3.4.53 Why, this is very midsummer madness.
Malvolio, 3.4.113 Go hang yourselves all! You are idle shawllow thingsl I am not of your element.
Fabian, 3.4.118-9 If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Antonio, 3.4.340 Out of the jaws of death
Feste, 4.2.41 There is no darkness but ignorance.
Feste. 4.2.93-4 Leave thy vain bibble-babble
Viola, 4.4.119-20 And all the brothers too
Fabian, 4.5.78 Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Malvolio, 4.5.98 I may command where I adore.
Malvolio, 4.5.130 Be not afraid of greatness: Some are born great, some achienve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon’ em
Orsino, 5.1264-5 Give me thy handAnd let me see thee in thy womans weeds.
Malvolio, 5.1.331-4 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.
Feste, 5.1.331-4 Thus the whirligig of time brings its revenges.
Malvolio, 5.1.384 I’ll be revenged on the whole pack of you.