Twelfth Night, or What You Will
And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors? (1.2.2)
prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service. (1.2.10)
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; (2.2.3)