Speeches (Lines) for Maria
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Sir Toby Belch. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of
Maria. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'
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Sir Toby Belch. Why, let her except, before excepted. Maria. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest
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Sir Toby Belch. Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:
Maria. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard
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Sir Toby Belch. Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek? Maria. Ay, he. |
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Sir Toby Belch. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. Maria. What's that to the purpose? |
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Sir Toby Belch. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. Maria. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
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Sir Toby Belch. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the
Maria. He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that
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Sir Toby Belch. By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors
Maria. They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Bless you, fair shrew. Maria. And you too, sir. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. Maria. My name is Mary, sir. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this
Maria. Fare you well, gentlemen. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never
Maria. Sir, I have not you by the hand. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand. Maria. Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor? Maria. It's dry, sir. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
Maria. A dry jest, sir. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Are you full of them? Maria. Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,
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(stage directions). [Enter MARIA and Clown] Maria. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will
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Feste. Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this
Maria. Make that good. |
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Feste. He shall see none to fear. Maria. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that
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Feste. Where, good Mistress Mary? Maria. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery. |
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Feste. Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those
Maria. Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or,
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Feste. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and,
Maria. You are resolute, then? |
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Feste. Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points. Maria. That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both
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Feste. Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if
Maria. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my
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(stage directions). [Re-enter MARIA] Maria. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much
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Olivia. From the Count Orsino, is it? Maria. I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended. |
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Olivia. Who of my people hold him in delay? Maria. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. |
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Olivia. It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you,
Maria. Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way. |
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(stage directions). [Enter MARIA] Maria. What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady
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Sir Toby Belch. [Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December,'— Maria. For the love o' God, peace! |
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Sir Toby Belch. 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.' Maria. Nay, good Sir Toby. |
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(stage directions). [Exit] Maria. Go shake your ears. |
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Sir Toby Belch. Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll
Maria. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the
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Sir Toby Belch. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him. Maria. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason
Maria. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing
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Sir Toby Belch. What wilt thou do? Maria. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
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Sir Toby Belch. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop,
Maria. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. And your horse now would make him an ass. Maria. Ass, I doubt not. |
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Sir Andrew Aguecheek. O, 'twill be admirable! Maria. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will
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Sir Toby Belch. Here comes the little villain.
Maria. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
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Sir Toby Belch. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when
Maria. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? |
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Sir Toby Belch. Like aqua-vitae with a midwife. Maria. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark
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Sir Toby Belch. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes. Maria. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself
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Sir Toby Belch. And cross-gartered? Maria. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school
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Olivia. I have sent after him: he says he'll come;
Maria. He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He
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Olivia. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? Maria. No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your
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Olivia. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss
Maria. How do you, Malvolio? |
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Malvolio. At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws. Maria. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady? |
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Malvolio. Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go
Maria. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not
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Malvolio. Do you know what you say? Maria. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes
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Fabian. Carry his water to the wise woman. Maria. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I
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Malvolio. How now, mistress! Maria. O Lord! |
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Sir Toby Belch. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for
Maria. Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray. |
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Malvolio. My prayers, minx! Maria. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. |
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Sir Toby Belch. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man. Maria. Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint. |
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Fabian. Why, we shall make him mad indeed. Maria. The house will be the quieter. |
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Sir Toby Belch. [Reads] 'Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon
Maria. You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in
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(stage directions). [Enter MARIA and Clown] Maria. Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;
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Feste. Nay, I am for all waters. Maria. Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and
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