Speeches (Lines) for Sir Toby Belch
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What a plague means my niece, to take the death of
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Why, let her except, before excepted. |
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Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:
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Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek? |
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He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. |
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Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. |
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Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the
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By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors
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With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to
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Sweet Sir Andrew! |
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Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. |
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My niece's chambermaid. |
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You mistake, knight; 'accost' is front her, board
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An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst
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O knight thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I
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No question. |
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Pourquoi, my dear knight? |
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Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. |
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Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature. |
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Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I
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She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above
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Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight? |
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What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? |
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And I can cut the mutton to't. |
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Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have
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What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus? |
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No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see the
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A gentleman. |
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'Tis a gentle man here—a plague o' these
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Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate. |
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Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give
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Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after
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A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.
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Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.
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Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch. |
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Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song. |
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A love-song, a love-song. |
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Good, good. |
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A contagious breath. |
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To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
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My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's
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[Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December,'— |
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We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! |
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'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.' |
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'But I will never die.' |
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'Shall I bid him go?' |
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'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?' |
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Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a
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Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with
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Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll
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Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him. |
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What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
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What wilt thou do? |
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Excellent! I smell a device. |
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He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop,
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Good night, Penthesilea. |
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She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me:
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Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for
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Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i'
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Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late
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Come thy ways, Signior Fabian. |
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Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
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To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will
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Here comes the little villain.
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Here's an overweening rogue! |
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Peace, I say. |
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Ah, rogue! |
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Peace, peace! |
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O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! |
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Fire and brimstone! |
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Bolts and shackles! |
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Shall this fellow live? |
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And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then? |
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What, what? |
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Out, scab! |
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O, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate reading
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Marry, hang thee, brock! |
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Excellent wench, say I. |
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And with what wing the staniel cheques at it! |
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O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent. |
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Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O! |
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I could marry this wench for this device. |
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And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest. |
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Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck? |
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Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy
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Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when
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Like aqua-vitae with a midwife. |
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To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! |
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Save you, gentleman. |
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Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous
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Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion. |
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I mean, to go, sir, to enter. |
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Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. |
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Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that. |
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And they have been grand-jury-men since before Noah
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Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of
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Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;
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We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go. |
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I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand
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Never trust me, then; and by all means stir on the
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Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes. |
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And cross-gartered? |
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Come, bring us, bring us where he is. |
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Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all
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Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently
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Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do
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Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck? |
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Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for
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Is't possible? |
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His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man. |
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Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My
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Give me.
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[Reads] 'Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind,
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[Reads] 'Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my
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[Reads] 'I will waylay thee going home; where if it
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[Reads] 'Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.' |
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[Reads] 'Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon
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Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the
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Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behavior
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I will meditate the while upon some horrid message
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Gentleman, God save thee. |
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That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what
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You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore,
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He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on
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Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a
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I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this
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Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a
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Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can
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I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show
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[To VIOLA] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight
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Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman
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You, sir! why, what are you? |
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Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. |
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I'll be with you anon. |
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Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll
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A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than
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Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. |
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I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet. |
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Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. |
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Come on, sir; hold. |
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Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young
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What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two
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Madam! |
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Jove bless thee, master Parson. |
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To him, Sir Topas. |
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The knave counterfeits well; a good knave. |
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Well said, Master Parson. |
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My most exquisite Sir Topas! |
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To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how
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That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end
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Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I
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Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a
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