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Twelfth Night
[I, 1] |
Orsino |
2 |
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
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2 |
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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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Viola |
50 |
And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Captain |
69 |
Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Viola |
89 |
O that I served that lady
And might not be delivered to the world,
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is!
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Captain |
93 |
That were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the duke's.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Captain |
111 |
Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
124 |
Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:
these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
these boots too: an they be not, let them hang
themselves in their own straps.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
150 |
With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to
her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill
that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn
o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench!
Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
169 |
By my troth, I would not undertake her in this
company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'?
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
177 |
Sir, I have not you by the hand.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
183 |
Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
200 |
What is 'Pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had
bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in
fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but
followed the arts!
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
206 |
Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
207 |
But it becomes me well enough, does't not?
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
211 |
Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece
will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one
she'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
214 |
She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above
her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I
have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't,
man.
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
222 |
As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the
degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare
with an old man.
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19 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
230 |
Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have
these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to
take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost
thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in
a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not
so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What
dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in?
I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy
leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
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20 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
241 |
What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?
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