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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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1 |
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] |
Olivia |
458 |
Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.
We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
644 |
If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not.
Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness,
and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that
upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell
tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
880 |
I was adored once too.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
929 |
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
975 |
Let all the rest give place.
[CURIO and Attendants retire]
Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Malvolio |
1052 |
'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told
me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come
thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one
of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more
exalted respect than any one else that follows her.
What should I think on't?
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 3] |
Antonio |
1514 |
Would you'ld pardon me;
I do not without danger walk these streets:
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys
I did some service; of such note indeed,
That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Feste |
2219 |
Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
and let your flesh and blood obey it.
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