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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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Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
481 |
Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp
yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours
to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will
on with my speech in your praise, and then show you
the heart of my message.
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2 |
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?
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
606 |
I do I know not what, and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed must be, and be this so.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Feste |
805 |
'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Fabian |
1420 |
She did show favour to the youth in your sight only
to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to
put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver.
You should then have accosted her; and with some
excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should
have banged the youth into dumbness. This was
looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the
double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash
off, and you are now sailed into the north of my
lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle
on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by
some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1694 |
[Reads] 'Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind,
why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.'
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1833 |
I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show
on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls.
[Aside]
Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
[Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA]
[To FABIAN]
I have his horse to take up the quarrel:
I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.
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