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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
124 |
Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:
these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
these boots too: an they be not, let them hang
themselves in their own straps.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
150 |
With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to
her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill
that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn
o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench!
Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
179 |
Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
334 |
Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel
will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is
the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend
himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if
he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing
that's mended is but patched: virtue that
transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that
amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,
what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but
calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
425 |
Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my
coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's
drowned: go, look after him.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
713 |
Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.
Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
826 |
'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's
a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to
break promise with him and make a fool of him.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
2388 |
If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and Clown]
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more:
but if he had not been in drink, he would have
tickled you othergates than he did.
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