Speeches (Lines) for Maria
in "Twelfth Night"

Total: 59

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1

I,3,118

By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'
nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great
exceptions to your ill hours.

2

I,3,122

Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest
limits of order.

3

I,3,128

That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard
my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish
knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.

4

I,3,132

Ay, he.

5

I,3,134

What's that to the purpose?

6

I,3,136

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

7

I,3,142

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.

8

I,3,149

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

9

I,3,160

And you too, sir.

10

I,3,165

My name is Mary, sir.

11

I,3,171

Fare you well, gentlemen.

12

I,3,177

Sir, I have not you by the hand.

13

I,3,179

Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.

14

I,3,182

It's dry, sir.

15

I,3,185

A dry jest, sir.

16

I,3,187

Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,
now I let go your hand, I am barren.

17

I,5,296

Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will
not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in
way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.

18

I,5,301

Make that good.

19

I,5,303

A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that
saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'

20

I,5,306

In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.

21

I,5,309

Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or,
to be turned away, is not that as good as a hanging to you?

22

I,5,313

You are resolute, then?

23

I,5,315

That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both
break, your gaskins fall.

24

I,5,320

Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my
lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

25

I,5,390

Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much
desires to speak with you.

26

I,5,393

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

27

I,5,395

Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

28

I,5,494

Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.

29

II,3,772

What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady
have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him
turn you out of doors, never trust me.

30

II,3,786

For the love o' God, peace!

31

II,3,804

Nay, good Sir Toby.

32

II,3,825

Go shake your ears.

33

II,3,831

Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the
youth of the count's was today with thy lady, she is
much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me
alone with him: if I do not gull him into a
nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not
think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed:
I know I can do it.

34

II,3,839

Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.

35

II,3,845

The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing
constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass,
that cons state without book and utters it by great
swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so
crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is
his grounds of faith that all that look on him love
him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find
notable cause to work.

36

II,3,854

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.

37

II,3,866

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.

38

II,3,868

Ass, I doubt not.

39

II,3,870

Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will
work with him. I will plant you two, and let the
fool make a third, where he shall find the letter:
observe his construction of it. For this night, to
bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.

40

II,5,1042

Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the
sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half
hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I
know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of
him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there,
[Throws down a letter]
for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.

41

II,5,1221

Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?

42

II,5,1223

If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark
his first approach before my lady: he will come to
her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests;
and he will smile upon her, which will now be so
unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a
melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him
into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow
me.

43

III,2,1470

If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself
into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is
turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no
Christian, that means to be saved by believing
rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages
of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

44

III,2,1477

Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school
i' the church. I have dogged him, like his
murderer. He does obey every point of the letter
that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his
face into more lines than is in the new map with the
augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such
a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things
at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do,
he'll smile and take't for a great favour.

45

III,4,1551

He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He
is, sure, possessed, madam.

46

III,4,1554

No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your
ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if
he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.

47

III,4,1579

How do you, Malvolio?

48

III,4,1581

Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

49

III,4,1638

Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not
I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a
care of him.

50

III,4,1647

La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes
it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!

51

III,4,1650

Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I
live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

52

III,4,1653

O Lord!

53

III,4,1663

Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.

54

III,4,1665

No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

55

III,4,1674

Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.

56

III,4,1676

The house will be the quieter.

57

III,4,1713

You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in
some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

58

IV,2,2021

Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;
make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do
it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.

59

IV,2,2080

Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and
gown: he sees thee not.

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