Shakespearean Daily Diss
“Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.” —Twelfth Night, 2.1.34
Shakespearean Daily Diss
“My stars shine
darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate
might, perhaps, distemper yours.” —Twelfth Night, 2.1.3-5
Shakespearean Daily Diss
“I cannot love him:
He might have took his answer long ago.”
—Twelfth Night, 1.5.283-84
Shakespearean Daily Kiss
“I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive
in my hand; my words are as full of peace as matter.”
—Twelfth Night, 1.5.225-28
Shakespearean Daily Diss
“I took great pains to study it, and ’tis poetical.”
—Twelfth Night, 1.5.207-08
Shakespearean Daily Diss
“I can say little more than I have studied, and that question’s out
of my part.” —Twelfth Night, 1.5.191-92
Shakespearean Daily Diss
“Fetch him off, I pray you: he speaks nothing but madman.
Fie on him!” —Twelfth Night, 1.5.113-14
Shakespearean Daily Diss
“Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.”
—Twelfth Night, 1.5.62-63
Shakespearean Daily Diss
“Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.”
—Twelfth Night, 1.5.41-43
Shakespearean Daily Diss
“Wit, an’t be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits that think
they have thee, do very oft prove to be fools; and I, that am sure I lack
thee, may pass for a wise man.” —Twelfth Night, 1.5.34-37
