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Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1435 |
Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of
valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight
with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall
take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no
love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's
commendation with woman than report of valour.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1843 |
[To VIOLA] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight
with you for's oath sake: marry, he hath better
bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now
scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for
the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1851 |
Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman
will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you;
he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has
promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he
will not hurt you. Come on; to't.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Viola |
2385 |
Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
You drew your sword upon me without cause;
But I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
2388 |
If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and Clown]
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more:
but if he had not been in drink, he would have
tickled you othergates than he did.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Sir Toby Belch |
2395 |
That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end
on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Olivia |
2405 |
Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Sebastian |
2408 |
I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman:
But, had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
I do perceive it hath offended you:
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
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