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ACTIvITy 4.14
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Comparing Film and Text
pined: grieved, suffered
my Notes
Duke Orsino: What dost thou know?
Viola: 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.
Duke Orsino: And what’s her history?
Viola: 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, Smiling at grief. Was not this 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 our love.
Duke Orsino: But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Viola: I am all the daughters of my father’s house,
And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
adapted from
Twelfth Night,
Act 3, Scene 1
Olivia: Why, then, methinks ’tis time to smile again. (Clock strikes) The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
There lies your way, due west.
Viola: Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship!
You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
Olivia: Stay, I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me. Viola: That you do think you are not what you are. Olivia: If I think so, I think the same of you.
by William Shakespeare Olivia: What might you think?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake.
Viola: I pity you.
Olivia: That’s a degree to love.
Viola: No, not a grize; for ’tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.
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