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1 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
124 |
Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:
these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
these boots too: an they be not, let them hang
themselves in their own straps.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
192 |
Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary
put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit
than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a
great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Orsino |
268 |
Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
Rather than make unprofited return.
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4 |
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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5 |
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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6 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Malvolio |
372 |
I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a
barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day
with an ordinary fool that has no more brain
than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard
already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to
him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men,
that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better
than the fools' zanies.
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7 |
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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8 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
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.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
720 |
By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I
had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg,
and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In
sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last
night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the
Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas
very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy
leman: hadst it?
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
814 |
Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a
steward? Dost thou think, because thou art
virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Malvolio |
821 |
Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any
thing more than contempt, you would not give means
for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
891 |
Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
921 |
Too old by heaven: let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
929 |
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
975 |
Let all the rest give place.
[CURIO and Attendants retire]
Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Viola |
1011 |
A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Malvolio |
1052 |
'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told
me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come
thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one
of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more
exalted respect than any one else that follows her.
What should I think on't?
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Fabian |
1157 |
Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see
more detraction at your heels than fortunes before
you.
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19 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 1] |
Viola |
1314 |
My legs do better understand me, sir, than I
understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
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20 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 1] |
Olivia |
1338 |
For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,
Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!
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