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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

498

Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when
the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Viola

500

It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of
war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my
hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.

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.

4

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Feste

1240

No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for
I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by
the church.

5

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Feste

1288

The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but
a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is
within, sir. I will construe to them whence you
come; who you are and what you would are out of my
welkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn.

6

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Viola

1323

My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant
and vouchsafed ear.

7

Twelfth Night
[III, 2]

Sir Toby Belch

1443

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;
it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun
of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink:
if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be
amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of
paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou
write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.

8

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1553

Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

9

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1571

Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

10

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Fabian

1685

More matter for a May morning.

11

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1697

[Reads] 'Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my
sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy
throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.'

12

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Viola

1804

Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?

13

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

1829

Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant and so
cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld
have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip,
and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

14

Twelfth Night
[IV, 1]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

1983

Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work
with him; I'll have an action of battery against
him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I
struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

15

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Orsino

2239

That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy and the tongue of loss
Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?

16

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Olivia

2374

What's the matter?