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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] |
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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2 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 2] |
Malvolio |
669 |
Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth
stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be
it his that finds it.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Maria |
854 |
I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape
of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure
of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find
himself most feelingly personated. I can write very
like my lady your niece: on a forgotten matter we
can hardly make distinction of our hands.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
912 |
Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
Hath it not, boy?
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1074 |
O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Fabian |
1157 |
Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see
more detraction at your heels than fortunes before
you.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 1] |
Viola |
1294 |
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 3] |
Antonio |
1535 |
Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Malvolio |
1566 |
Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some
obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but
what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is
with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and
please all.'
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Orsino |
2309 |
Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Kill what I love?—a savage jealousy
That sometimes savours nobly. But hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;
But this your minion, whom I know you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
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