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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

192

Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary
put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit
than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a
great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

239

Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

544

How does he love me?

4

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

547

Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant;
And in dimension and the shape of nature
A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him;
He might have took his answer long ago.

5

Twelfth Night
[II, 2]

Viola

674

I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,—now alas the day!—
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!

6

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

706

A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.
To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is
early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go
to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the
four elements?

7

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

782

Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do
I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it
more natural.

8

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

1094

And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?

9

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Malvolio

1152

M,—but then there is no consonancy in the sequel;
that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.

10

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Maria

1221

Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?

11

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.

12

Twelfth Night
[III, 2]

Maria

1477

Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school
i' the church. I have dogged him, like his
murderer. He does obey every point of the letter
that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his
face into more lines than is in the new map with the
augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such
a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things
at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do,
he'll smile and take't for a great favour.

13

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1553

Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

14

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Maria

1554

No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your
ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if
he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.

15

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Malvolio

1566

Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some
obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but
what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is
with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and
please all.'

16

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Malvolio

1641

Ah, ha! does she so?

17

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Feste

2089

[Singing]
'Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.'

18

Twelfth Night
[IV, 3]

Sebastian

2152

This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing
As I perceive she does: there's something in't
That is deceiveable. But here the lady comes.

19

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Viola

2333

Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

20

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Olivia

2481

He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither:
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
[Re-enter Clown with a letter, and FABIAN]
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, sirrah?