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DUKE ORSINO
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If music be the food of love, play on;
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Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
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The appetite may sicken, and so die.
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That strain again! it had a dying fall:
| dying fall slowing rhythm and/or diminishing volume |
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O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
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That breathes upon a bank of violets,
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Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
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'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
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O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
| quick and fresh keen and hungry |
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That, notwithstanding thy capacity
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Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
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Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
| validity value | pitch height |
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But falls into abatement and low price,
| abatement decline | price worth |
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Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
| shapes day-dreams | fancy love-longing >>>
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That it alone is high fantastical.
| high fantastical supremely imaginative |
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CURIO
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Will you go hunt, my lord?
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DUKE ORSINO
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What, Curio?
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CURIO
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The hart.
| hart stag |
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DUKE ORSINO
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Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
| the noblest that I have i.e., the noblest "hart" I have, |
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O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
| my heart |
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Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
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That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
| I . . . hart (Orsino compares himself to Actaeon.) >>>
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And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
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E'er since pursue me.
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Enter VALENTINE
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How now! what news from her?
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VALENTINE
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So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
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But from her handmaid do return this answer:
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The element itself, till seven years' heat,
| element sky | seven years' heat seven summers |
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Shall not behold her face at ample view;
| at ample view in full view, without a veil |
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But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
| cloistress secluded nun |
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And water once a day her chamber round
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With eye-offending brine: all this to season
| eye-offending brine salty tears | season preserve |
| 1.1.30 |
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
| brother's dead love dead brother's love |
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And lasting in her sad remembrance.
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DUKE ORSINO
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O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
| frame condition, as in "a good frame of mind" |
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To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
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How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
| golden shaft Cupid's golden arrow |
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Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
| affections else other affections |
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That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
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These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd
| sovereign thrones >>>
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Her sweet perfections with one self king!
| one self king one and only king |
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Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
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| 1.1.40 |
Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.
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