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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 |
55 |
True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you and those poor number saved with you
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself,
Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,
To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.
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2 |
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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3 |
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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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
305 |
Where, good Mistress Mary?
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
512 |
A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it.
Where lies your text?
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Feste |
738 |
[Sings]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Maria |
870 |
Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will
work with him. I will plant you two, and let the
fool make a third, where he shall find the letter:
observe his construction of it. For this night, to
bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Viola |
910 |
It gives a very echo to the seat
Where Love is throned.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Feste |
947 |
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
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10 |
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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11 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Malvolio |
1075 |
Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet
gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left
Olivia sleeping,—
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Malvolio |
1128 |
[Reads]
I may command where I adore;
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore:
M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Malvolio |
1139 |
'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command
me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is
evident to any formal capacity; there is no
obstruction in this: and the end,—what should
that alphabetical position portend? If I could make
that resemble something in me,—Softly! M, O, A,
I,—
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 1] |
Feste |
1271 |
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun,
it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but
the fool should be as oft with your master as with
my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Fabian |
1420 |
She did show favour to the youth in your sight only
to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to
put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver.
You should then have accosted her; and with some
excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should
have banged the youth into dumbness. This was
looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the
double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash
off, and you are now sailed into the north of my
lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle
on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by
some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
1452 |
Where shall I find you?
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1469 |
Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1486 |
Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
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19 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Olivia |
1544 |
I have sent after him: he says he'll come;
How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.
I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:
Where is Malvolio?
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20 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1701 |
[Reads] 'I will waylay thee going home; where if it
be thy chance to kill me,'—
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