Speeches (Lines) for Olivia
in "Twelfth Night"

Total: 118

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1

I,5,330

Take the fool away.

2

I,5,332

Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you:
besides, you grow dishonest.

3

I,5,346

Sir, I bade them take away you.

4

I,5,351

Can you do it?

5

I,5,353

Make your proof.

6

I,5,356

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

7

I,5,358

Good fool, for my brother's death.

8

I,5,360

I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

9

I,5,363

What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend?

10

I,5,371

How say you to that, Malvolio?

11

I,5,380

Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
with a distempered appetite. To be generous,
guiltless and of free disposition, is to take those
things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets:
there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do
nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet
man, though he do nothing but reprove.

12

I,5,392

From the Count Orsino, is it?

13

I,5,394

Who of my people hold him in delay?

14

I,5,396

Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but
madman: fie on him!
[Exit MARIA]
Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I
am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it.
[Exit MALVOLIO]
Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and
people dislike it.

15

I,5,409

By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin?

16

I,5,411

A gentleman! what gentleman?

17

I,5,415

Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?

18

I,5,417

Ay, marry, what is he?

19

I,5,421

What's a drunken man like, fool?

20

I,5,425

Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my
coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's
drowned: go, look after him.

21

I,5,439

Tell him he shall not speak with me.

22

I,5,443

What kind o' man is he?

23

I,5,445

What manner of man?

24

I,5,447

Of what personage and years is he?

25

I,5,454

Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman.

26

I,5,458

Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.
We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.

27

I,5,462

Speak to me; I shall answer for her.
Your will?

28

I,5,471

Whence came you, sir?

29

I,5,476

Are you a comedian?

30

I,5,480

If I do not usurp myself, I am.

31

I,5,486

Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.

32

I,5,488

It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you,
keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates,
and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you
than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if
you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of
moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

33

I,5,498

Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when
the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.

34

I,5,503

Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you?

35

I,5,508

Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
[Exeunt MARIA and Attendants]
Now, sir, what is your text?

36

I,5,512

A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it.
Where lies your text?

37

I,5,515

In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?

38

I,5,517

O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say?

39

I,5,519

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?

40

I,5,526

'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

41

I,5,532

O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give
out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be
inventoried, and every particle and utensil
labelled to my will: as, item, two lips,
indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to
them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were
you sent hither to praise me?

42

I,5,544

How does he love me?

43

I,5,547

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.

44

I,5,558

Why, what would you?

45

I,5,568

You might do much.
What is your parentage?

46

I,5,572

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.

47

I,5,583

'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!

48

I,5,597

Run after that same peevish messenger,
The county's man: he left this ring behind him,
Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio.

49

I,5,606

I do I know not what, and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed must be, and be this so.

50

III,1,1327

Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA]
Give me your hand, sir.

51

III,1,1331

What is your name?

52

III,1,1333

My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.

53

III,1,1338

For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,
Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!

54

III,1,1342

O, by your leave, I pray you,
I bade you never speak again of him:
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.

55

III,1,1348

Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse
Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours: what might you think?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom,
Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.

56

III,1,1360

That's a degree to love.

57

III,1,1363

Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf!
[Clock strikes]
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your were is alike to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due west.

58

III,1,1376

Stay:
I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.

59

III,1,1379

If I think so, I think the same of you.

60

III,1,1381

I would you were as I would have you be!

61

III,1,1384

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause,
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

62

III,1,1402

Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

63

III,4,1544

I have sent after him: he says he'll come;
How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.
I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:
Where is Malvolio?

64

III,4,1553

Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

65

III,4,1557

Go call him hither.
[Exit MARIA]
I am as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.
[Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO]
How now, Malvolio!

66

III,4,1564

Smilest thou?
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

67

III,4,1571

Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

68

III,4,1575

Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

69

III,4,1577

God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss
thy hand so oft?

70

III,4,1583

What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?

71

III,4,1585

Ha!

72

III,4,1587

What sayest thou?

73

III,4,1589

Heaven restore thee!

74

III,4,1591

Thy yellow stockings!

75

III,4,1593

Cross-gartered!

76

III,4,1595

Am I made?

77

III,4,1597

Why, this is very midsummer madness.

78

III,4,1602

I'll come to him.
[Exit Servant]
Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's
my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special
care of him: I would not have him miscarry for the
half of my dowry.

79

III,4,1743

I have said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honour too unchary out:
There's something in me that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

80

III,4,1750

Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour saved may upon asking give?

81

III,4,1756

How with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?

82

III,4,1759

Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well:
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

83

IV,1,1995

Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold!

84

IV,1,1997

Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!
Be not offended, dear Cesario.
Rudesby, be gone!
[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN]
I prithee, gentle friend,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and thou unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go:
Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

85

IV,1,2016

Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'ldst be ruled by me!

86

IV,1,2018

O, say so, and so be!

87

IV,3,2174

Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace. He shall conceal it
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?

88

IV,3,2186

Then lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine!

89

V,1,2292

What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.

90

V,1,2297

What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord,—

91

V,1,2299

If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
As howling after music.

92

V,1,2303

Still so constant, lord.

93

V,1,2308

Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.

94

V,1,2326

Where goes Cesario?

95

V,1,2332

Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!

96

V,1,2334

Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.

97

V,1,2337

Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.

98

V,1,2339

Ay, husband: can he that deny?

99

V,1,2342

Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.
[Enter Priest]
O, welcome, father!
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.

100

V,1,2369

O, do not swear!
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

101

V,1,2374

What's the matter?

102

V,1,2378

Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

103

V,1,2401

Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them?

104

V,1,2405

Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

105

V,1,2425

Most wonderful!

106

V,1,2481

He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither:
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
[Re-enter Clown with a letter, and FABIAN]
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, sirrah?

107

V,1,2493

Open't, and read it.

108

V,1,2498

How now! art thou mad?

109

V,1,2501

Prithee, read i' thy right wits.

110

V,1,2504

Read it you, sirrah.

111

V,1,2516

Did he write this?

112

V,1,2519

See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
[Exit FABIAN]
My lord so please you, these things further
thought on,
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,
Here at my house and at my proper cost.

113

V,1,2534

A sister! you are she.

114

V,1,2537

Ay, my lord, this same.
How now, Malvolio!

115

V,1,2541

Have I, Malvolio? no.

116

V,1,2557

Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character
But out of question 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling,
And in such forms which here were presupposed
Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content:
This practise hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.

117

V,1,2582

Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!

118

V,1,2592

He hath been most notoriously abused.

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