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What is decreed must be, and be this so.

for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness.

A contract of eternal bond of love,   Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,   Attested by the holy close of lips,   Strengthened by interchangement of your rings,   And all the ceremony of this compact   Sealed in my function, by my testimony;

Madman, thou errest. I say, there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds Rather than make unprofited return.

Love thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

But come what may, I do adore thee so That danger shall seem sport, and I will go!

A murderer's guilt is easier to hide than feelings of love. Midday is like nighttime for love—that's how brightly passion shines.

Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe: What is decreed must be; and be this so!

Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:

Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself,—-

My determinate voyage is mere extravagancy

had rather hear you to solicit that Than music from the spheres.

But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in.

A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 110   But let concealment, like a worm i’the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.

What I am and what I would are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears divinity, to any others profanation.

For give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry. Bid the dishonest man mend himself. If he mend, he is no longer dishonest. If he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Anything

Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.

And he is yours, and his must needs be yours. Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.

I am no fee’d post, lady. Keep your purse.

There is no woman’s sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart; no woman’s heart

How easy is it for the proper false In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we, (30) For such as we are made of, such we be.

Good fool, help me to some light and some   paper. I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in   Illyria.

Some are great, some greatness, and 149 some have greatness thrust upon ’em. Thy

I hate your logic like I hate an empty wine goblet. To

Now go with me and with this holy manInto the chantry by: there, before him,And underneath that consecrated roof,Plight me the full assurance of your faith.

I'll follow this good man, and go with you;And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou beWhen time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?

Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. 317 What is decreed must be, and be this so. 318

SEBASTIAN               A spirit I am indeed,   But am in that dimension grossly clad   Which from the womb I did participate.   Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,   I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,   And say, ‘Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.

A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit. How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! You're

Go off, I discard you. Let

In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom? In his heart? In what chapter and verse of his heart? VIOLA (200) To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. To continue this metaphor—in the first chapter of his heart. OLIVIA Oh, I have read it. It is heresy. Have you no more to say? Oh, I have read that. It's not a holy message, it's heresy. Do you

Elysium.

The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It

androgynous fool,

Sneck up!