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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

172

An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst
never draw sword again.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

174

An you part so, mistress, I would I might never
draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have
fools in hand?

3

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.

4

Twelfth Night
[I, 4]

Viola

265

Sure, my noble lord,
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

5

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Viola

464

Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,—I
pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,
for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away
my speech, for besides that it is excellently well
penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
comptible, even to the least sinister usage.

6

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.

7

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Feste

717

How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture
of 'we three'?

8

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Feste

768

I shall never begin if I hold my peace.

9

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Maria

772

What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady
have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him
turn you out of doors, never trust me.

10

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

807

'But I will never die.'

11

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

886

If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.

12

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!

13

Twelfth Night
[II, 4]

Viola

1011

A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

14

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Olivia

1333

My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.

15

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Olivia

1342

O, by your leave, I pray you,
I bade you never speak again of him:
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.

16

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Viola

1396

By innocence I swear, and by my youth
I have one heart, one bosom and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam: never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

17

Twelfth Night
[III, 2]

Sir Toby Belch

1460

Never trust me, then; and by all means stir on the
youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes
cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were
opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as
will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of
the anatomy.

18

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1947

Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

19

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Feste

2034

Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of
Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily
said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that is is;'
so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for,
what is 'that' but 'that,' and 'is' but 'is'?

20

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Malvolio

2049

Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir
Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me
here in hideous darkness.