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Twelfth Night

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No pains, sir. I take pleasure in singing, sir.
No trouble, sir. I like singing.

I’ll pay thy pleasure then.
Then I’ll pay you for doing what you like.

Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
Well, in that case, all right. We all pay for what we like sooner or later.

Give me now leave to leave thee.
You may leave.

Now, the melancholy god protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything and their intent everywhere, for that’s it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.
I’ll pray for the god of sadness to protect you, sir. And I hope your tailor will make you an outfit out of fabric that changes color, because your mind is like an opal that changes colors constantly. Men as wonderfully changeable as you are should all go drifting on the sea, where they can do whatever comes their way, and go wherever the current takes them. Those are the men whose trips are always successful. Goodbye.
The FOOL exits.

Let all the rest give place.
All the rest of you can leave too.
CURIO and attendants retire
CURIO and attendants retire.


    Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty.
Tell her my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestowed upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But ’tis that miracle and queen of gems
That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
Cesario, go visit that cruel Olivia one more time. Tell her my love is purer than anything else in the whole world, and has nothing to do with her property. The wealth she’s inherited isn’t what makes me value her. It’s her rich, jewel-like beauty that attracts me.

But if she cannot love you, sir?
But if she can’t love you, sir?

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