# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

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.

2

Twelfth Night
[II, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

819

Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with
crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!

3

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Viola

1380

Then think you right: I am not what I am.

4

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Orsino

2465

Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
[To VIOLA]
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

5

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Olivia

2501

Prithee, read i' thy right wits.

6

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Feste

2502

So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to
read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.

7

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.'