Speeches (Lines) for Sir Andrew Aguecheek
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Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch! |
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Bless you, fair shrew. |
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What's that? |
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Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. |
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Good Mistress Mary Accost,— |
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By my troth, I would not undertake her in this
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An you part so, mistress, I would I might never
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Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand. |
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Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor? |
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Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
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Are you full of them? |
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Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary
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An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home
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What is 'Pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had
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Why, would that have mended my hair? |
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But it becomes me well enough, does't not? |
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Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece
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I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the
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As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the
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Faith, I can cut a caper. |
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And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong
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Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
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Taurus! That's sides and heart. |
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Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up
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Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists
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Here comes the fool, i' faith. |
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By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I
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Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all
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There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a— |
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Ay, ay: I care not for good life. |
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Excellent good, i' faith. |
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A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. |
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Very sweet and contagious, i' faith. |
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An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch. |
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Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.' |
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'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to
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Good, i' faith. Come, begin. |
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Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do
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'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's
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O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog! |
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I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason
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I have't in my nose too. |
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And your horse now would make him an ass. |
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O, 'twill be admirable! |
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Before me, she's a good wench. |
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I was adored once too. |
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If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. |
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If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. |
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An we do not, it is pity of our lives. |
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'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! |
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Pistol him, pistol him. |
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Fie on him, Jezebel! |
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That's me, I warrant you. |
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I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool. |
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Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that? |
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So could I too. |
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Nor I neither. |
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Or o' mine either? |
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I' faith, or I either? |
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I'll make one too. |
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Dieu vous garde, monsieur. |
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I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. |
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That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well. |
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'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em
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No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. |
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Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the
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As plain as I see you now. |
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'Slight, will you make an ass o' me? |
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An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy
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Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? |
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Where shall I find you? |
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Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's
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Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read. |
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Nay, let me alone for swearing. |
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Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. |
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Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant and so
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Pray God, he keep his oath! |
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Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you,
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'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him. |
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An I do not,— |
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Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. |
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Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work
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For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently
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He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby
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The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for
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'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for
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If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
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I'll help you, Sir Toby, because well be dressed together. |