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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

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?

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Viola

525

Excellently done, if God did all.

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.

4

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

731

Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all
is done. Now, a song.

5

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Feste

805

'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'

6

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Maria

1650

Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I
live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

7

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1765

That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what
nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as
the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end:
dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for
thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.

8

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Viola

1771

You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel
to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from
any image of offence done to any man.

9

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Antonio

1860

Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me:
If you offend him, I for him defy you.

10

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Antonio

1899

Will you deny me now?
Is't possible that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.

11

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Antonio

1919

But O how vile an idol proves this god
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourish'd by the devil.

12

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Maria

2080

Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and
gown: he sees thee not.

13

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Olivia

2378

Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

14

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Sebastian

2408

I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman:
But, had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
I do perceive it hath offended you:
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.

15

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Orsino

2526

Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
[To VIOLA]
Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the mettle of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

16

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Malvolio

2539

Madam, you have done me wrong,
Notorious wrong.

17

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Feste

2603

[Sings]
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, &c.
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, &c.
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, &c.
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain, &c.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, &c.
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.