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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.
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2 |
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.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
447 |
Of what personage and years is he?
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
919 |
She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Viola |
920 |
About your years, my lord.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Antonio |
2261 |
Orsino, noble sir,
Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:
Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ingrateful boy there by your side,
From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him and did thereto add
My love, without retention or restraint,
All his in dedication; for his sake
Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him when he was beset:
Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
Not meaning to partake with me in danger,
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty years removed thing
While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Viola |
2445 |
And died that day when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Sebastian |
2447 |
O, that record is lively in my soul!
He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
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