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Result number
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Work
The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets
are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Character
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the character name is "Poet."
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Line
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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, 4] |
Viola |
250 |
You either fear his humour or my negligence, that
you call in question the continuance of his love:
is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
299 |
Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this
world needs to fear no colours.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
302 |
He shall see none to fear.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Maria |
303 |
A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that
saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Olivia |
606 |
I do I know not what, and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed must be, and be this so.
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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.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 3] |
Antonio |
1492 |
I could not stay behind you: my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;
And not all love to see you, though so much
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,
But jealousy what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: my willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 2] |
Feste |
2073 |
Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness:
thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will
allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, lest
thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Olivia |
2342 |
Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.
[Enter Priest]
O, welcome, father!
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Olivia |
2369 |
O, do not swear!
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
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