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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] |
Viola |
96 |
There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
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2 |
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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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
487 |
Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
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.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 2] |
Malvolio |
661 |
She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have
saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself.
She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord
into a desperate assurance she will none of him:
and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to
come again in his affairs, unless it be to report
your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
963 |
There's for thy pains.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Feste |
964 |
No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 3] |
Sebastian |
1489 |
I would not by my will have troubled you;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
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