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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]

Feste

422

Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one
draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads
him; and a third drowns him.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

428

He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look
to the madman.

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

488

It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you,
keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates,
and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you
than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if
you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of
moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

4

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Malvolio

788

My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye
no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like
tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an
alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your
coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse
of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor
time in you?

5

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

1219

Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when
the image of it leaves him he must run mad.

6

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1557

Go call him hither.
[Exit MARIA]
I am as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.
[Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO]
How now, Malvolio!

7

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Fabian

1675

Why, we shall make him mad indeed.

8

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1677

Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My
niece is already in the belief that he's mad: we
may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance,
till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt
us to have mercy on him: at which time we will
bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a
finder of madmen. But see, but see.

9

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

First Officer

1925

The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir.

10

Twelfth Night
[IV, 1]

Sebastian

1976

Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. Are all
the people mad?

11

Twelfth Night
[IV, 1]

Sebastian

2012

What relish is in this? how runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

12

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Malvolio

2049

Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir
Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me
here in hideous darkness.

13

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Malvolio

2061

I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark.

14

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Malvolio

2065

I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though
ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there
was never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you
are: make the trial of it in any constant question.

15

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Feste

2107

But as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no
better in your wits than a fool.

16

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Feste

2130

I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you
not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit?

17

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Feste

2137

[Singing]
I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old Vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad;
Adieu, good man devil.

18

Twelfth Night
[IV, 3]

Sebastian

2152

This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing
As I perceive she does: there's something in't
That is deceiveable. But here the lady comes.

19

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Olivia

2498

How now! art thou mad?

20

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Olivia

2557

Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character
But out of question 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling,
And in such forms which here were presupposed
Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content:
This practise hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.