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Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Viola |
96 |
There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
116 |
What a plague means my niece, to take the death of
her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
124 |
Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:
these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
these boots too: an they be not, let them hang
themselves in their own straps.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
183 |
Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
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5 |
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.
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6 |
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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7 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
218 |
I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the
strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques
and revels sometimes altogether.
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8 |
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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9 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
314 |
Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
323 |
Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling!
Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft
prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may
pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapalus?
'Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.'
[Enter OLIVIA with MALVOLIO]
God bless thee, lady!
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
367 |
God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the
better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be
sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his
word for two pence that you are no fool.
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12 |
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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13 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
464 |
Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,—I
pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,
for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away
my speech, for besides that it is excellently well
penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
477 |
No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs
of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you
the lady of the house?
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
480 |
If I do not usurp myself, I am.
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
495 |
No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet
lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
504 |
The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears,
divinity, to any other's, profanation.
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
570 |
Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.
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19 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
577 |
I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;
And let your fervor, like my master's, be
Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.
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20 |
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!
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