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1

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.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 1]

Orsino

20

Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.
[Enter VALENTINE]
How now! what news from her?

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 2]

Captain

77

And so is now, or was so very late;
For but a month ago I went from hence,
And then 'twas fresh in murmur,—as, you know,
What great ones do the less will prattle of,—
That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

4

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

157

Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!

5

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

179

Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.

6

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

187

Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,
now I let go your hand, I am barren.

7

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.

8

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

387

Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou
speakest well of fools!

9

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

396

Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but
madman: fie on him!
[Exit MARIA]
Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I
am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it.
[Exit MALVOLIO]
Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and
people dislike it.

10

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

412

'Tis a gentle man here—a plague o' these
pickle-herring! How now, sot!

11

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

508

Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
[Exeunt MARIA and Attendants]
Now, sir, what is your text?

12

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

519

Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate
with my face? You are now out of your text: but
we will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't
not well done?

13

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

583

'What is your parentage?'
'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast:
soft, soft!
Unless the master were the man. How now!
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
With an invisible and subtle stealth
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What ho, Malvolio!

14

Twelfth Night
[II, 2]

Malvolio

658

Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

15

Twelfth Night
[II, 2]

Viola

659

Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
arrived but hither.

16

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Feste

717

How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture
of 'we three'?

17

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

719

Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

18

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

731

Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all
is done. Now, a song.

19

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

867

And your horse now would make him an ass.

20

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

887

Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late
to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.