Must study recitation for Twelfth Night.
"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..."
"Enough no more; 'tis not so sweet now
As it was before..."
"Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical"
Boy i luvvv those lines...but i must shower and read over acts III-V...I wish meself luck.
Au Revoir.
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