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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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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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2 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
334 |
Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel
will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is
the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend
himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if
he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing
that's mended is but patched: virtue that
transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that
amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,
what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but
calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
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3 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Feste |
738 |
[Sings]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
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4 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
754 |
A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
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5 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Orsino |
902 |
Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[Exit CURIO. Music plays]
Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
For such as I am all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
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6 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Feste |
947 |
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
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7 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 4] |
Viola |
1005 |
Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
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8 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Maria |
1221 |
Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?
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9 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Malvolio |
1566 |
Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some
obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but
what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is
with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and
please all.'
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10 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Viola |
1755 |
Nothing but this; your true love for my master.
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11 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Viola |
1928 |
Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
That he believes himself: so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 2] |
Feste |
2130 |
I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you
not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit?
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13 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 2] |
Malvolio |
2132 |
Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[IV, 3] |
Sebastian |
2184 |
I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Orsino |
2309 |
Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Kill what I love?—a savage jealousy
That sometimes savours nobly. But hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;
But this your minion, whom I know you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
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16 |
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.
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17 |
Twelfth Night
[V, 1] |
Viola |
2471 |
And all those sayings will I overswear;
And those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night.
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