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Twelfth Night
[I, 1] |
Valentine |
28 |
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 veiled walk
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Malvolio |
372 |
I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a
barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day
with an ordinary fool that has no more brain
than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard
already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to
him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men,
that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better
than the fools' zanies.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
632 |
Alas the day!
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 2] |
Viola |
674 |
I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,—now alas the day!—
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
785 |
[Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December,'—
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Antonio |
2284 |
To-day, my lord; and for three months before,
No interim, not a minute's vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Viola |
2445 |
And died that day when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Sebastian |
2447 |
O, that record is lively in my soul!
He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Viola |
2471 |
And all those sayings will I overswear;
And those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night.
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Olivia |
2519 |
See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
[Exit FABIAN]
My lord so please you, these things further
thought on,
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,
Here at my house and at my proper cost.
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Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Feste |
2603 |
[Sings]
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, &c.
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, &c.
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, &c.
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain, &c.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, &c.
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
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