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Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
118 |
By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'
nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great
exceptions to your ill hours.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
230 |
Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have
these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to
take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost
thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in
a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not
so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What
dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in?
I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy
leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
415 |
Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
458 |
Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.
We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
486 |
Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
572 |
Get you to your lord;
I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:
I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.
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7 |
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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8 |
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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9 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 2] |
Malvolio |
661 |
She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have
saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself.
She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord
into a desperate assurance she will none of him:
and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to
come again in his affairs, unless it be to report
your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 2] |
Malvolio |
669 |
Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth
stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be
it his that finds it.
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
733 |
Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Feste |
747 |
[Sings]
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
769 |
Good, i' faith. Come, begin.
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
863 |
He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop,
that they come from my niece, and that she's in
love with him.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
887 |
Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late
to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
891 |
Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
902 |
Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[Exit CURIO. Music plays]
Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
For such as I am all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
936 |
O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
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19 |
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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20 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1029 |
Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
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