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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.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
138 |
Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the
viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages
word for word without book, and hath all the good
gifts of nature.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
192 |
Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary
put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit
than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a
great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.
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4 |
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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5 |
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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6 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Viola |
250 |
You either fear his humour or my negligence, that
you call in question the continuance of his love:
is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Orsino |
277 |
Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair. Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best
When least in company. Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Maria |
296 |
Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will
not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in
way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Maria |
309 |
Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or,
to be turned away, is not that as good as a hanging to you?
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Maria |
315 |
That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both
break, your gaskins fall.
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11 |
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.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Malvolio |
446 |
Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no.
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Malvolio |
448 |
Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for
a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a
cooling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him
in standing water, between boy and man. He is very
well-favoured and he speaks very shrewishly; one
would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
597 |
Run after that same peevish messenger,
The county's man: he left this ring behind him,
Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Feste |
735 |
Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Malvolio |
788 |
My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye
no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like
tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an
alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your
coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse
of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor
time in you?
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
829 |
Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll
deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Maria |
845 |
The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing
constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass,
that cons state without book and utters it by great
swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so
crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is
his grounds of faith that all that look on him love
him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find
notable cause to work.
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19 |
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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20 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Feste |
966 |
Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
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