Essay about Twelfth Night By William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.
That strain again, it had a dying fall.
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more,
’Tis not so sweet now as it was before. 1.1 1-8
The play opens with these lines from Orsino as he conveys music with the effects of being in love. “Give me excess of it that, sufeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die.” To Orsino 's love is both the vain and the reason of his existence, he hates the turmoil that comes from love but enjoys the emotions love brings him. To gain love you must have both the good and the bad. However Orsino wants love so badly that he calculates the ways to obtain it, he writes poems and marks his words with both poise and meaning. To Orsino 's love is a game he must…