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Tom Hiddleston / There is No Woman's Sides - Shakespeare (Twelfth Night) / If Poems

kommasutra:

Excerpt from Act 2, Scene 4 of “Twelfth Night” by William Shakespeare, read by Helena Bonham Carter and Tom Hiddleston

DUKE ORSINO

There is no woman’s sides
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart; no woman’s heart
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention
Alas, their love may be call’d appetite,
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me
And that I owe Olivia.

VIOLA

Ay, but I know—

DUKE ORSINO

What dost thou know?

VIOLA

Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.

DUKE ORSINO

And what’s her history?

VIOLA

A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

(155)
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Tom Hiddleston / If Music Be The Food Of Love - Shakespeare (Twelfth Night) / If Poems

lokislaufeyson:

tom hiddleston: if music be the food of love (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:
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.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
(101)


Please, let’s take a moment to appreciate this man. His generosity, his humility and charity towards others. “Are you freezing cold?” How many celebrities have this care? He seems so pleased with himself, you can see the happiness on his face. It melts my heart. You know, these guys spend hours in the cold, doing their job. And it’s not an easy job, especially because of the arrogance of many celebrities. But this man. This man. All the awards.

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