Speeches (Lines) for Sir Andrew Aguecheek
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(stage directions). [Enter SIR ANDREW] Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch! |
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Sir Toby Belch. Sweet Sir Andrew! Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Bless you, fair shrew. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. What's that? |
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Sir Toby Belch. My niece's chambermaid. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. |
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Maria. My name is Mary, sir. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Good Mistress Mary Accost,— |
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Sir Toby Belch. You mistake, knight; 'accost' is front her, board
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this
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Sir Toby Belch. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never
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Maria. Sir, I have not you by the hand. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand. |
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Maria. Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor? |
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Maria. It's dry, sir. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
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Maria. A dry jest, sir. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Are you full of them? |
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Sir Toby Belch. O knight thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary
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Sir Toby Belch. No question. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home
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Sir Toby Belch. Pourquoi, my dear knight? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. What is 'Pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had
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Sir Toby Belch. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Why, would that have mended my hair? |
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Sir Toby Belch. Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. But it becomes me well enough, does't not? |
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Sir Toby Belch. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece
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Sir Toby Belch. She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the
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Sir Toby Belch. Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the
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Sir Toby Belch. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Faith, I can cut a caper. |
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Sir Toby Belch. And I can cut the mutton to't. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong
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Sir Toby Belch. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
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Sir Toby Belch. What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Taurus! That's sides and heart. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up
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Sir Toby Belch. A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists
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(stage directions). [Enter Clown] Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Here comes the fool, i' faith. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I
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Feste. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all
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Sir Toby Belch. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a— |
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Sir Toby Belch. A love-song, a love-song. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Ay, ay: I care not for good life. |
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Feste. [Sings]
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Excellent good, i' faith. |
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Feste. [Sings]
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. |
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Sir Toby Belch. A contagious breath. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith. |
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Sir Toby Belch. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch. |
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Feste. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.' |
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Feste. 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to
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Feste. I shall never begin if I hold my peace. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Good, i' faith. Come, begin. |
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Feste. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do
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Maria. Go shake your ears. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's
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Maria. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog! |
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Sir Toby Belch. What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason
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Sir Toby Belch. Excellent! I smell a device. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I have't in my nose too. |
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Maria. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. And your horse now would make him an ass. |
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Maria. Ass, I doubt not. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. O, 'twill be admirable! |
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Sir Toby Belch. Good night, Penthesilea. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Before me, she's a good wench. |
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Sir Toby Belch. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me:
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I was adored once too. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i'
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. |
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Sir Toby Belch. To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. |
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Fabian. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! |
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Sir Toby Belch. Ah, rogue! Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Pistol him, pistol him. |
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Malvolio. There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Fie on him, Jezebel! |
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Malvolio. 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. That's me, I warrant you. |
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Malvolio. 'One Sir Andrew,'— Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool. |
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Malvolio. By my life, this is my lady's hand these be her
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that? |
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Sir Toby Belch. I could marry this wench for this device. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. So could I too. |
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Sir Toby Belch. And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Nor I neither. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Or o' mine either? |
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Sir Toby Belch. Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I' faith, or I either? |
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Sir Toby Belch. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I'll make one too. |
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Viola. And you, sir. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. |
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Viola. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. |
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Viola. I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well. |
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Viola. My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em
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(stage directions). [Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN] Sir Andrew Aguecheek. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. |
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Fabian. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the
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Sir Toby Belch. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. As plain as I see you now. |
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Fabian. This was a great argument of love in her toward you. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 'Slight, will you make an ass o' me? |
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Fabian. She did show favour to the youth in your sight only
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy
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Fabian. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? |
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Sir Toby Belch. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Where shall I find you? |
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Fabian. More matter for a May morning. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's
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Fabian. Is't so saucy? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Nay, let me alone for swearing. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant and so
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Sir Toby Belch. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Pray God, he keep his oath! |
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Viola. Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you,
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Fabian. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. An I do not,— |
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(stage directions). [Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN] Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Come on, sir; hold. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work
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(stage directions). [Enter SIR ANDREW] Sir Andrew Aguecheek. For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently
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Olivia. What's the matter? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby
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Olivia. Who has done this, Sir Andrew? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for
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Orsino. My gentleman, Cesario? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for
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Viola. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
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Olivia. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because well be dressed together. |
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