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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Twelfth Night
[I, 1] |
Valentine |
28 |
So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
The element itself, till seven years' heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance.
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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Captain |
55 |
True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you and those poor number saved with you
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself,
Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,
To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Viola |
65 |
For saying so, there's gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Viola |
82 |
What's she?
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 2] |
Captain |
93 |
That were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the duke's.
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
116 |
What a plague means my niece, to take the death of
her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
133 |
He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
134 |
What's that to the purpose?
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
136 |
Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
he's a very fool and a prodigal.
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
142 |
He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that
he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: and but that
he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he
hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent
he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
149 |
They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
150 |
With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to
her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill
that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn
o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench!
Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
162 |
What's that?
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
163 |
My niece's chambermaid.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
178 |
Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.
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16 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
181 |
Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Maria |
182 |
It's dry, sir.
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18 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
183 |
Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
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19 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
211 |
Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece
will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one
she'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.
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20 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Toby Belch |
214 |
She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above
her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I
have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't,
man.
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