Twelfth Night: Act 1, Scene 1

Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending

1.1.1      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:     dying fall slowing rhythm and/or diminishing volume
1.1.5 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,     quick and fresh keen and hungry
1.1.10      That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,     validity value | pitch height
But falls into abatement and low price,     abatement decline | price worth
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy     shapes day-dreams | fancy love-longing >>>
1.1.15 That it alone is high fantastical.     high fantastical supremely imaginative
Will you go hunt, my lord?
                           What, Curio?
                                       The hart.     hart stag
Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:     the noblest that I have i.e., the noblest "hart" I have,
O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,     my heart
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
1.1.20 That instant was I turn'd into a hart;     I . . . hart (Orsino compares himself to Actaeon.)  >>>
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,     fell fierce
E'er since pursue me.
                         How now! what news from her?
So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
1.1.25 The element itself, till seven years' heat,     element sky | seven years' heat seven summers
Shall not behold her face at ample view;     at ample view in full view, without a veil
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk     cloistress secluded nun
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season     eye-offending brine salty tears | season preserve
1.1.30 A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh     brother's dead love dead brother's love
And lasting in her sad remembrance.
O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame     frame condition, as in "a good frame of mind"
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft     golden shaft Cupid's golden arrow
1.1.35 Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else     affections else other affections
That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd     sovereign thrones >>>
Her sweet perfections with one self king!     one self king one and only king
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
1.1.40 Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.