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And put
My clouted brogues from off my feet.

— Cymbeline, Act IV Scene 2

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# Result number	Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.	Character Indicates who said the line. If it's a play or sonnet, the character name is "Poet."	Line Shows where the line falls within the work. The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not restart for each scene.	Text The line's full text, with keywords highlighted within it, unless highlighting has been disabled by the user.
1	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.
2	Twelfth Night [III, 1]	Viola	1249	Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words may quickly make them wanton.
3	Twelfth Night [III, 1]	Feste	1253	Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.
4	Twelfth Night [III, 1]	Feste	1257	Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.
5	Twelfth Night [III, 1]	Feste	1265	No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words.
6	Twelfth Night [III, 4]	Viola	1928	Methinks his words do from such passion fly, That he believes himself: so do not I. Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
7	Twelfth Night [IV, 2]	Feste	2117	Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you, good Sir Topas. Merry, amen. I will, sir, I will.
8	Twelfth Night [V, 1]	Orsino	2288	Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth. But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness: Three months this youth hath tended upon me; But more of that anon. Take him aside.

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