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If you have writ your annals true,'t is there
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it. Boy!

      — Coriolanus, Act V Scene 6

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KEYWORD: peace

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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Maria

320

Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my
lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Viola

500

It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of
war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my
hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.

3

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Feste

764

'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be
constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.

4

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

766

'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to
call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'

5

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Feste

768

I shall never begin if I hold my peace.

6

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Maria

786

For the love o' God, peace!

7

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Fabian

1059

O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!

8

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

1062

Peace, I say.

9

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

1066

Peace, peace!

10

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Fabian

1070

O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how
imagination blows him.

11

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Fabian

1079

O, peace, peace!

12

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Fabian

1085

O peace, peace, peace! now, now.

13

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Fabian

1091

Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.

14

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

1109

O, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate reading
aloud to him!

15

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1642

Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently
with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how
is't with you? What, man! defy the devil:
consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

16

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1654

Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do
you not see you move him? let me alone with him.

17

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Fabian

1808

Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by
his form, as you are like to find him in the proof
of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful,
bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly
have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk
towards him? I will make your peace with him if I
can.

18

Twelfth Night
[IV, 1]

Olivia

1997

Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!
Be not offended, dear Cesario.
Rudesby, be gone!
[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN]
I prithee, gentle friend,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and thou unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go:
Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

19

Twelfth Night
[IV, 2]

Feste

2040

What, ho, I say! peace in this prison!

20

Twelfth Night
[IV, 3]

Olivia

2174

Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace. He shall conceal it
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?

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