Twelfth Night, or What You Will
Stand you a while aloof, "Cesario",
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
To thee the book even of my secret soul:
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her; (1.4.2)
Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you,
keep it in. (1.5.6)
Most sweet lady,--
A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it.
Where lies your text?
In Orsino's bosom.
In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say? (1.5.10)