...the lines of Shakespeare's Viola: She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' th ' bud, Feed on her damask cheek: She pin'd in thought;...melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief . . . Further avoiding the issue, she suggests that she and her tutor read Hamlet. However,...

...lordship.... She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i'th'bud Feed on her damask cheek ... We men may say more, swear more; but indeed Our shows...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love." (Sam enters, now wearing a sweater, hockey skates slung over his shoulder.) SAM. (Gesturing toward...

...never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i'th' bud Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? If we ask what is happening here, the obvious answer is that Viola is obliquely expressing her own...

...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, no Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. ORSINO But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Nessun cuore di donna è cosi grande Da contenere...

...her history? VIOLA: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm f th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought;...yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiiing at grief. Was not this love indeed? 13. Matthew 11:28. 14. See Luke 2:36-38. 15. See Matthew...

...(generative of the digestive the damask rose is meant here, juices) is not only to the appetite as She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief....we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. ORSINO But died thy sister of her love, my boy? VIOLA I am all the daughters of my father's house,...

...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm /' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? ' (Act 2 scene 4 lines 11 1-1 16) Your second reading should have made much more sense. Shakespeare...

...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy,...we prove Much in our vows but little in our love. Act 4, Sc. 2 Who is Silvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she;...

...tame her physical longings.28 Cesario, describing to Orsino his sister languishing for love, declared: She pin'd in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy...on a monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?29 The audience would quickly have grasped the allusion to greensickness here. Greensickness...

...her history? Viola. A blank, my lord: she never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? w This perfectly devoted and obedient 'love' which asks nothing for itself is a pure exemplar of household...