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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Viola |
96 |
There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
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2 |
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.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Valentine |
253 |
No, believe me.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 4] |
Orsino |
277 |
Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair. Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best
When least in company. Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.
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5 |
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.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Maria |
1470 |
If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself
into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is
turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no
Christian, that means to be saved by believing
rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages
of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 1] |
Feste |
1953 |
Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 2] |
Maria |
2021 |
Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;
make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do
it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 2] |
Malvolio |
2132 |
Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 2] |
Feste |
2133 |
Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his
brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
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