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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

      — Twelfth Night, Act III Scene 1

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1

Cymbeline
[I, 6]

Iachimo

817

Some dozen Romans of us and your lord—
The best feather of our wing—have mingled sums
To buy a present for the emperor
Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France: 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form; their values great;
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in safe stowage: may it please you
To take them in protection?

2

Cymbeline
[III, 5]

Cloten

2036

I love and hate her: for she's fair and royal,
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but
Disdaining me and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment
That what's else rare is choked; and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
To be revenged upon her. For when fools Shall—
[Enter PISANIO]
Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah?
Come hither: ah, you precious pander! Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.

3

Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 3]

Don John

376

Who? the most exquisite Claudio?

4

Othello
[II, 3]

Cassio

1152

She's a most exquisite lady.

5

Othello
[II, 3]

Cassio

1230

Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.

6

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1]

Romeo

258

'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

7

Timon of Athens
[III, 2]

Lucilius

1038

Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well:
commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very
exquisite friend.

8

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.

9

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

841

What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
dear knight?

10

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

843

I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason
good enough.

11

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Sir Toby Belch

2078

My most exquisite Sir Topas!

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Valentine

451

I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.

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