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1

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.

2

Twelfth Night
[I, 2]

Captain

111

Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

3

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

118

By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'
nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great
exceptions to your ill hours.

4

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

149

They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.

5

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

179

Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.

6

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

181

Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?

7

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?

8

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Maria

187

Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,
now I let go your hand, I am barren.

9

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Andrew Aguecheek

192

Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary
put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit
than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a
great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.

10

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.

11

Twelfth Night
[I, 4]

Viola

257

On your attendance, my lord; here.

12

Twelfth Night
[I, 4]

Viola

289

I'll do my best
To woo your lady:
[Aside]
yet, a barful strife!
Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

13

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Maria

306

In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.

14

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Maria

315

That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both
break, your gaskins fall.

15

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Maria

320

Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my
lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

16

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

353

Make your proof.

17

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Olivia

356

Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.

18

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

361

The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's
soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.

19

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Feste

367

God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the
better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be
sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his
word for two pence that you are no fool.

20

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Malvolio

372

I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a
barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day
with an ordinary fool that has no more brain
than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard
already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to
him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men,
that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better
than the fools' zanies.