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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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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 2]

Viola

96

There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 4]

Viola

270

Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Maria

390

Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much
desires to speak with you.

4

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Malvolio

432

Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with
you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to
understand so much, and therefore comes to speak
with you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to
have a foreknowledge of that too, and therefore
comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him,
lady? he's fortified against any denial.

5

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

439

Tell him he shall not speak with me.

6

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Malvolio

440

Has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your
door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter to
a bench, but he'll speak with you.

7

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Malvolio

446

Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no.

8

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

462

Speak to me; I shall answer for her.
Your will?

9

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

498

Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when
the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.

10

Twelfth Night
[II, 2]

Viola

674

I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,—now alas the day!—
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!

11

Twelfth Night
[II, 4]

Orsino

912

Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
Hath it not, boy?

12

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.

13

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.

14

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1544

I have sent after him: he says he'll come;
How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.
I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:
Where is Malvolio?

15

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1631

Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all
the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion
himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.

16

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Maria

1647

La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes
it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!

17

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Antonio

1913

Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death,
Relieved him with such sanctity of love,
And to his image, which methought did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

18

Twelfth Night
[IV, 1]

Feste

1956

Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; nor
I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come
speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario;
nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.

19

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Orsino

2227

You can fool no more money out of me at this throw:
if you will let your lady know I am here to speak
with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake
my bounty further.

20

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Viola

2298

My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.