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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, 2]

Captain

69

Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Not three hours' travel from this very place.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

171

Fare you well, gentlemen.

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

207

But it becomes me well enough, does't not?

4

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

239

Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?

5

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.

6

Twelfth Night
[I, 4]

Orsino

277

Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair. Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best
When least in company. Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.

7

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

299

Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this
world needs to fear no colours.

8

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

307

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those
that are fools, let them use their talents.

9

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.

10

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

356

Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.

11

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

387

Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou
speakest well of fools!

12

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Maria

393

I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

13

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.

14

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Viola

464

Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,—I
pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,
for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away
my speech, for besides that it is excellently well
penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
comptible, even to the least sinister usage.

15

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

519

Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate
with my face? You are now out of your text: but
we will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't
not well done?

16

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

547

Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant;
And in dimension and the shape of nature
A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him;
He might have took his answer long ago.

17

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Viola

570

Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.

18

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

572

Get you to your lord;
I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:
I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.

19

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

583

'What is your parentage?'
'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast:
soft, soft!
Unless the master were the man. How now!
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
With an invisible and subtle stealth
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What ho, Malvolio!

20

Twelfth Night
[II, 1]

Sebastian

644

If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not.
Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness,
and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that
upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell
tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.