# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

Character Indicates who said the line. If it's a play or sonnet, the character name is "Poet."

Line Shows where the line falls within the work.

The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not restart for each scene.

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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

367

God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the
better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be
sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his
word for two pence that you are no fool.

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, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

881

Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for
more money.

4

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

884

Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i'
the end, call me cut.

5

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Feste

1277

Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!

6

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Olivia

1348

Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse
Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours: what might you think?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom,
Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.

7

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Malvolio

2109

They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness,
send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to
face me out of my wits.

8

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

2372

For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently
to Sir Toby.