I am slain by a fair cruel maid
The cruelty of the maid is not real: it is a curtain of smoke made by the head of the lyrical self
I am slain by a fair cruel maid
The cruelty of the maid is not real: it is a curtain of smoke made by the head of the lyrical self
let me be laid
Melancholy is a great friend of the desire; true love, by other hand, has involves vitality, blood running like crazy in the veins!
Come away, come away, death,
I enjoy a lot this lyrics. The song replies the mood of exaggerated desire of the play! I imagine the fool making it in a very comical way
There’s something in ’t That is deceivable.
And the public is almost screaming to Sebastian: Viola is alive! That's the mistake! Go find her!
Where’s Antonio, then?
An arrow of reality through the cloud of daydream
This is the air; that is the glorious sun.
Oh, sweet, sweet Shakespeare's poetry! Such powerful images, such a mind's daydream — but his foot is still in the ground! The story is still going on!
Annotate a sentence
done!
For they shall yet belie thy happy years That say thou art a man.
It is funny how Orsino kinda suspects of Cesario's real identity!
myself would be his wife
Viola must have needed a lot of willpower through this play. Just beautiful
No, believe me
I imagine that being said with some bitterness — "Believe, me, he is constant! Always underestimated me, but in just three days you've went way far away then I ever had! You lucky bastard!"
If the Duke continue these favors towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced.
a little bit of envy here, maybe?