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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 1]

Orsino

2

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

172

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

3

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?

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.

5

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.

6

Twelfth Night
[II, 1]

Sebastian

633

A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but,
though I could not with such estimable wonder
overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly
publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but
call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt
water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

7

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.

8

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

1036

To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will
fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?

9

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.

10

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Olivia

1363

Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf!
[Clock strikes]
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your were is alike to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due west.

11

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Olivia

1402

Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

12

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1750

Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour saved may upon asking give?

13

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1759

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

14

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Viola

1785

I will return again into the house and desire some
conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard
of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on
others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man
of that quirk.

15

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

1946

'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.

16

Twelfth Night
[IV, 1]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

1975

Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.

17

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Feste

2137

[Singing]
I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old Vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad;
Adieu, good man devil.

18

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Fabian

2194

This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire my
dog again.

19

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Feste

2231

Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come
again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think
that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness:
but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I
will awake it anon.