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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
317 |
Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if
Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
347 |
Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non
facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not
motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Viola |
527 |
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
613 |
By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps
distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your
leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad
recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Malvolio |
796 |
Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me
tell you, that, though she harbours you as her
kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If
you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you
are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please
you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid
you farewell.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
967 |
Give me now leave to leave thee.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Malvolio |
1115 |
[Reads] 'To the unknown beloved, this, and my good
wishes:'—her very phrases! By your leave, wax.
Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she
uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 1] |
Olivia |
1327 |
Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA]
Give me your hand, sir.
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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.
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10 |
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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11 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 3] |
Sebastian |
1538 |
I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you
For an hour.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Fabian |
1738 |
Here he comes with your niece: give them way till
he take leave, and presently after him.
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 2] |
Feste |
2112 |
Advise you what you say; the minister is here.
Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore!
endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain
bibble babble.
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Fabian |
2506 |
[Reads] 'By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the
world shall know it: though you have put me into
darkness and given your drunken cousin rule over
me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as
your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced
me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt
not but to do myself much right, or you much shame.
Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little
unthought of and speak out of my injury.
THE MADLY-USED MALVOLIO.'
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