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Twelfth Night
[I, 1] |
Valentine |
28 |
So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
The element itself, till seven years' heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance.
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2 |
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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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
178 |
Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
239 |
Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
241 |
What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Orsino |
258 |
Stand you a while aloof, Cesario,
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
To thee the book even of my secret soul:
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
Till thou have audience.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Orsino |
271 |
O, then unfold the passion of my love,
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
It shall become thee well to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth
Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Orsino |
277 |
Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair. Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best
When least in company. Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
302 |
He shall see none to fear.
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Malvolio |
364 |
Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him:
infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the
better fool.
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
428 |
He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look
to the madman.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
439 |
Tell him he shall not speak with me.
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
462 |
Speak to me; I shall answer for her.
Your will?
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
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?
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
577 |
I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;
And let your fervor, like my master's, be
Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
613 |
By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps
distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your
leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad
recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
651 |
The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I have many enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there.
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 2] |
Viola |
674 |
I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,—now alas the day!—
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
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19 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
757 |
To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we
rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three
souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?
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20 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Feste |
764 |
'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be
constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
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