QUOTES FROM THE BARD

PLAY: Twelfth Night
ACT/SCENE: 3.1
SPEAKER: Olivia
CONTEXT:
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.
OLIVIA
Why then methinks ’tis time to smile again.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf!
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you.
And yet when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man.
There lies your way, due west.

DUTCH:
De klok verwijt mij reeds mijn tijdverkwisting. —
Gerust, mijn jonge vriend, ik wil u niet;
Maar toch, zijn eenmaal geest en jeugd gerijpt,
Dan oogst uw gade in u een besten man.

MORE:
Degree=Step
Grize=Step, degree
Vulgar proof=Common experience
Proud=Turn down an offer
Proper=Handsome
Compleat:
Degree=Een graad, trap
Vulgar=(common) Gemeen
Proof=Getuigenis
Proud=Hovaardig, trots
Proper=Net, beknopt

Topics: pity, rivalty, pride