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That unlettered small-knowing soul.

      — Love's Labour's Lost, Act I Scene 1

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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

171

Fare you well, gentlemen.

2

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.

3

Twelfth Night
[II, 1]

Sebastian

644

If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not.
Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness,
and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that
upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell
tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.

4

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1706

[Reads] 'Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon
one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but
my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy
friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
ANDREW AGUECHEEK.
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot:
I'll give't him.

5

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1759

Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well:
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

6

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Feste

2073

Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness:
thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will
allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, lest
thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

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