Viola, Orsino, We Men Lyrics from "Illyria"
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We Men Lyricsby Viola, Orsino. From Illyria We Men by Viola, Orsino VIOLA SUPPOSE SOME LADY, AS PERHAPS THERE MAY BE, HAS CHANCE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. YOUR HEART IS GIVEN SO IT'S EASY TO SEE THAT HERS MUST BREAK, HOWEVER TRUE. ORSINO THIS LADY'S CASE BEARS NO RELATION TO MINE. AND THOUGH IT'S SAD HER HEART MUST BREAK, THERE'S NO COMPARISON TO MAKE TO MY UNDYING ACHE. WE MEN HAVE FEELINGS SO INTENSE. OUR LOVE IS LOFTY AND IMMENSE. BUT WOMAN, FRAIL VESSEL, A MORTAR LACKING PESSLE, COULD HARDLY HOPE TO WRESTLE WITH LOVE LIKE OUR OWN. WE MEN ARE FASHIONED ON A FRAME DESIGNED TO HOLD WITHIN IT PASSION'S HOTTEST FLAME NO WOMAN COULD SUFFER LIKE WE WHOSE HEARTS ARE TOUGHER - VIOLA WE MEN ARE OFTENTIMES TOO PROUD, WE LOVE TO CRY OUR LOVE ALOUD. WHILE WOMEN'S, UNSPOKEN, LEAVES ONLY TEARS IN TOKEN OF HOW THE HEART IS BROKEN - ORSINO WE MEN ARE BOLDER IN APPROACH OUR LOVE'S A MATTER THAT WE'RE UNAFRAID TO BROACH. WE SET LOVE IN MOTION WITH SHOWS OF DEVOTION. VIOLA WE MEN MAY PROMISE ALL THE EARTH, AND PROVE HOW LITTLE ALL OUR PRETTY WORDS ARE WORTH. OUR TURMOILS AND TORMENTS ARE MOSTLY PERFORMANCE. ORSINO NO WOMAN COULD CAPTURE THE WRACK AND THE RAPTURE. THE RUCKUS AND RUMPUS WE MEN CAN ENCOMPASS IS SOMETHING NO WOMAN COULD KNOW. (in counterpoint) VIOLA WE MEN HAVE NO NOTION OF HONEST EMOTION AND HEARTFELT DEVOTION. BUT I KNOW ORSINO WHAT DO YOU KNOW? VIOLA I KNOW TOO WELL WHAT LOVE A WOMAN CAN FEEL. I KNOW THEIR PASSIONS LIKE MY OWN. AND I ASSURE YOU THAT THEIR LOVE IS AS REAL AS ANY YOU OR I HAVE KNOWN. MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER FELL IN LOVE WITH A MAN. IN HER DEVOTION SHE WAS TRUE. SHE FELT WHAT I MIGHT FEEL FOR YOU... WERE I A WOMAN TOO. ORSINO But what happened to your sister? VIOLA SHE LET THE LONGING GROW INSIDE, BUT KNEW THAT IT WAS UNRETURNED. AND SO TO SPARE HER FOOLISH PRIDE, SHE NEVER TOLD THE ONE SHE YEARNED TO TELL AND SO THIS LOVE OF HERS WAS DOOMED AND SO THE FLOWER OF IT BLOOMED AND FELL. [Thanks to Sara for lyrics]
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