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1

Twelfth Night
[I, 1]

Orsino

20

Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.
[Enter VALENTINE]
How now! what news from her?

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

121

Why, let her except, before excepted.

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

135

Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.

4

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?

5

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

205

Why, would that have mended my hair?

6

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

230

Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have
these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to
take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost
thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in
a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not
so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What
dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in?
I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy
leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.

7

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

357

Good madonna, why mournest thou?

8

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Malvolio

444

Why, of mankind.

9

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

558

Why, what would you?

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, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

731

Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all
is done. Now, a song.

12

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

1114

Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?

13

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Malvolio

1139

'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command
me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is
evident to any formal capacity; there is no
obstruction in this: and the end,—what should
that alphabetical position portend? If I could make
that resemble something in me,—Softly! M, O, A,
I,—

14

Twelfth Night
[II, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

1219

Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when
the image of it leaves him he must run mad.

15

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Viola

1252

Why, man?

16

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Feste

1253

Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that
word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words
are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.

17

Twelfth Night
[III, 1]

Olivia

1363

Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf!
[Clock strikes]
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your were is alike to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due west.

18

Twelfth Night
[III, 2]

Sir Toby Belch

1435

Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of
valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight
with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall
take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no
love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's
commendation with woman than report of valour.

19

Twelfth Night
[III, 3]

Sebastian

1534

Why I your purse?

20

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Olivia

1553

Why, what's the matter? does he rave?