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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Captain |
49 |
This is Illyria, lady.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Viola |
89 |
O that I served that lady
And might not be delivered to the world,
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is!
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
118 |
By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'
nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great
exceptions to your ill hours.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
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.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
174 |
An you part so, mistress, I would I might never
draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have
fools in hand?
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Viola |
289 |
I'll do my best
To woo your lady:
[Aside]
yet, a barful strife!
Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Maria |
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.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Maria |
320 |
Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my
lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
323 |
Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling!
Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft
prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may
pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapalus?
'Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.'
[Enter OLIVIA with MALVOLIO]
God bless thee, lady!
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
331 |
Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
334 |
Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel
will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is
the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend
himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if
he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing
that's mended is but patched: virtue that
transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that
amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,
what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but
calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
347 |
Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non
facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not
motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Malvolio |
432 |
Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with
you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to
understand so much, and therefore comes to speak
with you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to
have a foreknowledge of that too, and therefore
comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him,
lady? he's fortified against any denial.
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Malvolio |
455 |
Gentlewoman, my lady calls.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
461 |
The honourable lady of the house, which is she?
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
464 |
Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,—I
pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,
for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away
my speech, for besides that it is excellently well
penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
472 |
I can say little more than I have studied, and that
question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me
modest assurance if you be the lady of the house,
that I may proceed in my speech.
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
477 |
No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs
of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you
the lady of the house?
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19 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
495 |
No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet
lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.
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20 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
511 |
Most sweet lady,—
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