| A | B |
|---|
| Orsino | If music be the food of love.. |
| Curio | Will you go hunt my lord? |
| Captain | It is perchance that you yourself were sav'd. |
| Viola | My brother he is in Elysium. |
| Sir Toby Belch | Sweet Sir Andrew! |
| Sir Andrew Aguecheek | Good Mistress Mary Accost - |
| Maria | Sir, I have not you by th'hand. |
| Malvolio | I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal. |
| Feste | ... for thou speak'st well of fools. |
| Cesario | Good madam, let me see your face. |
