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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, 2] |
Viola |
113 |
I thank thee: lead me on.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
190 |
O knight thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I
see thee so put down?
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
208 |
Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I
hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs
and spin it off.
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5 |
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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6 |
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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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 |
303 |
A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that
saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'
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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 |
387 |
Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou
speakest well of fools!
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
583 |
'What is your parentage?'
'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast:
soft, soft!
Unless the master were the man. How now!
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
With an invisible and subtle stealth
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What ho, Malvolio!
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
597 |
Run after that same peevish messenger,
The county's man: he left this ring behind him,
Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio.
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13 |
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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14 |
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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15 |
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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16 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
829 |
Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll
deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
919 |
She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
967 |
Give me now leave to leave thee.
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19 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Feste |
968 |
Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such
constancy put to sea, that their business might be
every thing and their intent every where; for that's
it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.
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20 |
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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