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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 1]

Valentine

28

So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
The element itself, till seven years' heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 2]

Captain

55

True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you and those poor number saved with you
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself,
Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,
To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 2]

Viola

65

For saying so, there's gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?

4

Twelfth Night
[I, 2]

Viola

82

What's she?

5

Twelfth Night
[I, 2]

Captain

93

That were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the duke's.

6

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

116

What a plague means my niece, to take the death of
her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.

7

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

133

He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.

8

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

134

What's that to the purpose?

9

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

136

Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
he's a very fool and a prodigal.

10

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

142

He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that
he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: and but that
he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he
hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent
he would quickly have the gift of a grave.

11

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

149

They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.

12

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

150

With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to
her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill
that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn
o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench!
Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.

13

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

162

What's that?

14

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

163

My niece's chambermaid.

15

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

178

Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.

16

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

181

Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?

17

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

182

It's dry, sir.

18

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

183

Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?

19

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.

20

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

214

She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above
her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I
have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't,
man.