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Give me your hand, sir
My duty madam and most humble service
What is your name?
Cesario is your servants name fair princess
My servant sir? ''Twas never merry world since lowly feigning was called compliment. You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
And he is yours, and his must needs be yours: your servants servant is your servant, madam
For him, I think not on him. For his thoughts, would they were blanks rather than filled with me.
Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts on his behalf
Oh by your leave, I pray you; i bade you never speak again of him � but would you undertake another suit. I had rather hear you to solicit that than music from the spheres.
Dear lady�
Give me leave, I beseech you. I did send, after the last enchantment you did here, a ring in chase of you. So did I abuse myself, my servant, and I fear me, you. Under your hard construction must I sit, to force that on you in a shameful cunning which you
I pity you
That's a degree to love
No, not a grece for 'tis a vulgar proof that very oft we pity enemies.
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! The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Be not afraid, good youth; I will not
Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship! You'll nothing madam, to my lord by me?
Stay, I prithee; tell me what thou think'st of me.
That you do think you are not what you are
If I think so, I think the same of you
Then think you right: I am not what I am
I would you were as I would have you be
Would it be better, madam, than I am? I wish it might for now I am your fool.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better
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. So adieu , good madam. Nevermore will I my master's tears to you deplore.
yet come again, for thou perhaps mayst move that heart, which now abhors, to like his love.