Twelfth Night: Act I, Scene i First Folio

 

This speech is used in our conversation with Grant Goodman.

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Orsino

1.   If Musicke be the food of Loue, play on,!
2.   Giue me excesse of it: that surfetting,
3.   The appetite may sicken, and so dye.
4.   That straine agen, it had a dying fall:
5.   O, it came ore my eare, like the sweet sound
6.   That breathes vpon a banke of Violets;
7.   Stealing, and giuing Odour. Enough, no more,
8.   ‘Tis not ssweet now, as it was before.
9.   O spirit of Loue, how quicke and fresh art thou,
10.  That notwithstanding thy capacitie,
11.  Receiueth as the Sea. Nought enters there,
12.  Of what validity, and pitch so ere,
13.  But falles into abatement, and low price
14.  Euen in a minute; so full of shapes is fancie,
15.  That it alone, is high fantasticall.

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