Valentine Lines - Spectrum's Twelfth Night

Orsino: That instant was I turned into a hart, and my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, e’er since pursue me.

Enter.

Orsino: How now, what news from her

So please my lord, I might not be admitted, but from her handmaid do return this answer: the element itself, till seven years’ heat, shall not behold her face at ample view, but like a cloistress she will veilèd walk a brother’s dead love, which she would keep fresh and lasting in her sad remembrance.

Enter.

If the Duke continue these favors towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced. He hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.

Viola: Is he inconstant, sir, in his favors?

No, believe me.