 | Brenton Doecke, Graham Parr - Education - 2005 - 271 pages
...a narrative of sorts, spoken by Duke Orsino at the opening of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it,...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! Twelfth Night,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2005 - 896 pages
...in the Duke's palace The Duke ORSINO, CURIO and Lords, hearing music; the music ceases DUKE If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it;...dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour, [music again] Enough, no more!... | |
 | Peter Hühn, Jens Kiefer - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 259 pages
...successful with a "dying fall'") to Orsino 's opening speech in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night: 'If music be the food of love, play on; / Give me excess of...and so die. / That strain again, it had a dying fall [...]'." The analogy with Orsino lies in the latter' s comparable psychological imprisonment in himself.... | |
 | Ray Morrison - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 529 pages
...glimpse at the machinations of the will in its sexual guise. In part, Orsino's speech reads: If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it,...and so die. That strain again! It had a dying fall: ... so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical. (1.1.1-15) Through this pairing of... | |
 | John Burfeind, William Shakespeare - Drama - 2008 - 195 pages
...da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA Act I Scene I Orsino Laments His Plight If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it,...dying fall. O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor! Enough, no more, 'Tis not so... | |
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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... 
