Writing good academic paragraph ( 5 paragraph) from the Twelfth Night story.

SEBASTIAN: This is the air; that is the glorious 

sun;

This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t;

And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,

Yet ’tis not madness. Where’s Antonio, then?

I could not find him at the Elephant:

Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,

That he did range the town to seek me out.

His counsel now might do me golden service;

For though my soul disputes well with my sense,

That this may be some error, but no madness,

Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune

So far exceed all instance, all discourse,

That I am ready to distrust mine eyes

And wrangle with my reason that persuades me

To any other trust but that I am mad

Or else the lady’s mad; yet, if ’twere so,

She could not sway her house, command her                                    

followers,

Take and give back affairs and their dispatch

With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing

As I perceive she does: there’s something in’t

That is deceiveable. But here the lady comes.

Quote 5 — III, 4

SIR TOBY BELCH: [To VIOLA] There’s no 

remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath 

sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his 

quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth 

talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of 

his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.

VIOLA: [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little 

thing would make me tell them how much I lack 

of a man.

FABIAN: Give ground, if you see him furious.

SIR TOBY BELCH: Come, Sir Andrew, there’s 

no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour’s 

sake, have one bout with you; he cannot by the 

duello avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is 

a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. 

Come on; to’t.

SIR ANDREW: Pray God, he keep his oath!

VIOLA: I do assure you, ’tis against my will.

They draw

Quote 10 — II, 3

SIR TOBY BELCH: Out o’ tune, sir: ye lie. Art 

any more than a steward? Dost thou think, 

because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more 

cakes and ale?

Clown: Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be 

hot i’ th’ mouth too.

SIR TOBY BELCH: Thou’rt i’ the right. Go, sir, 

rub your chain with crumbs. A stoup of wine, 

Maria!

MALVOLIO: Mistress Mary, if you prized my 

lady’s favour at any thing more than contempt, 

you would not give means for this uncivil rule: 

she shall know of it, by this hand.

Exit

MARIA

Go shake your ears.

Quote 8 — II, 5

Daylight and champaign discovers not more: this 

is open. I will be proud, I will read politic 

authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off 

gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the 

very man. I do not now fool myself, to let 

imagination jade me; for every reason excites to 

this, that my lady loves me. She did commend 

my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my 

leg being cross-gartered; and in this she 

manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of 

injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. 

I thank my stars I am happy. I will be strange, 

stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, 

even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and 

my stars be praised!

Quote 9 — II, 4

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.

DUKE ORSINO{ But died thy sister of her love, 

my boy?

VIOLA: I am all the daughters of my father’s 

house,

And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.

Sir, shall I to this lady?