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By Wm. Shakespeare Submitted by Echolocation Date: 2002 Mar 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.14.00.35.2735]] |
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****************** Dramatis Personae: ------------------ Orsino, Duke of Illyria, in love with Olivia, who wants nothing to do with him Viola, a maid disguised as manservant to the Duke, and in love with him ****************** Ors.: 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 So big to hold so much; they lack retention. Alas, their love may be called appetite -- No motion of the liver, but the palate -- That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt; But mine is all as hungry as the sea, And can digest as much: make no compare between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia. Vio.: Ay, but I know, -- Ors.: What dost thou know? Vio.: Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps were I a woman, I should your lordship. Ors.: And what's her history? Vio.: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek; she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Was this not love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in out love. |