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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

211

Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece
will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one
she'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

226

Faith, I can cut a caper.

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 4]

Orsino

271

O, then unfold the passion of my love,
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
It shall become thee well to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth
Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.

4

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

317

Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if
Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

5

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

418

Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give
me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.

6

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

711

Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists
of eating and drinking.

7

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

716

Here comes the fool, i' faith.

8

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

720

By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I
had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg,
and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In
sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last
night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the
Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas
very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy
leman: hadst it?

9

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

745

Excellent good, i' faith.

10

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

756

Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.

11

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

769

Good, i' faith. Come, begin.

12

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Maria

845

The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing
constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass,
that cons state without book and utters it by great
swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so
crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is
his grounds of faith that all that look on him love
him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find
notable cause to work.

13

Twelfth Night
[II, 4]

Orsino

919

She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?

14

Twelfth Night
[II, 4]

Viola

1005

Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.

15

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

1218

I' faith, or I either?

16

Twelfth Night
[III, 2]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

1406

No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.

17

Twelfth Night
[IV, 1]

Feste

1956

Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; nor
I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come
speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario;
nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.

18

Twelfth Night
[IV, 3]

Olivia

2174

Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace. He shall conceal it
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?

19

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.

20

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Olivia

2369

O, do not swear!
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.