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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, 2] |
Viola |
65 |
For saying so, there's gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Orsino |
258 |
Stand you a while aloof, Cesario,
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
To thee the book even of my secret soul:
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
Till thou have audience.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
527 |
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
701 |
Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after
midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo
surgere,' thou know'st,—
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1443 |
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;
it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun
of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink:
if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be
amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of
paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou
write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 1] |
Sebastian |
1960 |
I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou
know'st not me.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Orsino |
2304 |
What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out
That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Olivia |
2342 |
Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.
[Enter Priest]
O, welcome, father!
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Sebastian |
2421 |
Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
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