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103,601 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.32 | VIOLA | How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly, |
103,602 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.33 | VIOLA | And I, poor monster, fond as much on him, |
103,603 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.34 | VIOLA | And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. |
103,604 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.35 | VIOLA | What will become of this? As I am man, |
103,605 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.36 | VIOLA | My state is desperate for my master's love, |
103,606 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.37 | VIOLA | As I am woman,--now alas the day!-- |
103,607 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.38 | VIOLA | What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! |
103,608 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.39 | VIOLA | O time! thou must untangle this, not I, |
103,609 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.2.40 | VIOLA | It is too hard a knot for me to untie! |
103,610 | Twelfth Night | 6 | null | VIOLA | Exit |
103,611 | Twelfth Night | 6 | null | VIOLA | SCENE III. OLIVIA's house. |
103,612 | Twelfth Night | 6 | null | VIOLA | Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and SIR ANDREW |
103,613 | Twelfth Night | 1 | 2.3.1 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after |
103,614 | Twelfth Night | 1 | 2.3.2 | SIR TOBY BELCH | midnight is to be up betimes, and 'diluculo |
103,615 | Twelfth Night | 1 | 2.3.3 | SIR TOBY BELCH | surgere,' thou know'st,-- |
103,616 | Twelfth Night | 2 | 2.3.4 | SIR ANDREW | Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up |
103,617 | Twelfth Night | 2 | 2.3.5 | SIR ANDREW | late is to be up late. |
103,618 | Twelfth Night | 3 | 2.3.6 | SIR TOBY BELCH | A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can. |
103,619 | Twelfth Night | 3 | 2.3.7 | SIR TOBY BELCH | To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is |
103,620 | Twelfth Night | 3 | 2.3.8 | SIR TOBY BELCH | early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go |
103,621 | Twelfth Night | 3 | 2.3.9 | SIR TOBY BELCH | to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the |
103,622 | Twelfth Night | 3 | 2.3.10 | SIR TOBY BELCH | four elements? |
103,623 | Twelfth Night | 4 | 2.3.11 | SIR ANDREW | Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists |
103,624 | Twelfth Night | 4 | 2.3.12 | SIR ANDREW | of eating and drinking. |
103,625 | Twelfth Night | 5 | 2.3.13 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Thou'rt a scholar, let us therefore eat and drink. |
103,626 | Twelfth Night | 5 | 2.3.14 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Marian, I say! a stoup of wine! |
103,627 | Twelfth Night | 5 | null | SIR TOBY BELCH | Enter Clown |
103,628 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.3.15 | SIR ANDREW | Here comes the fool, i' faith. |
103,629 | Twelfth Night | 7 | 2.3.16 | Clown | How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture |
103,630 | Twelfth Night | 7 | 2.3.17 | Clown | of 'we three'? |
103,631 | Twelfth Night | 8 | 2.3.18 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch. |
103,632 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.3.19 | SIR ANDREW | By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I |
103,633 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.3.20 | SIR ANDREW | had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, |
103,634 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.3.21 | SIR ANDREW | and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In |
103,635 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.3.22 | SIR ANDREW | sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last |
103,636 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.3.23 | SIR ANDREW | night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the |
103,637 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.3.24 | SIR ANDREW | Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas |
103,638 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.3.25 | SIR ANDREW | very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy |
103,639 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.3.26 | SIR ANDREW | leman: hadst it? |
103,640 | Twelfth Night | 10 | 2.3.27 | Clown | I did impeticos thy gratillity, for Malvolio's nose |
103,641 | Twelfth Night | 10 | 2.3.28 | Clown | is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the |
103,642 | Twelfth Night | 10 | 2.3.29 | Clown | Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses. |
103,643 | Twelfth Night | 11 | 2.3.30 | SIR ANDREW | Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all |
103,644 | Twelfth Night | 11 | 2.3.31 | SIR ANDREW | is done. Now, a song. |
103,645 | Twelfth Night | 12 | 2.3.32 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Come on, there is sixpence for you: let's have a song. |
103,646 | Twelfth Night | 13 | 2.3.33 | SIR ANDREW | There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a-- |
103,647 | Twelfth Night | 14 | 2.3.34 | Clown | Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life? |
103,648 | Twelfth Night | 15 | 2.3.35 | SIR TOBY BELCH | A love-song, a love-song. |
103,649 | Twelfth Night | 16 | 2.3.36 | SIR ANDREW | Ay, ay: I care not for good life. |
103,650 | Twelfth Night | 17 | 2.3.37 | Clown | [Sings] |
103,651 | Twelfth Night | 17 | 2.3.38 | Clown | O mistress mine, where are you roaming? |
103,652 | Twelfth Night | 17 | 2.3.39 | Clown | O, stay and hear, your true love's coming, |
103,653 | Twelfth Night | 17 | 2.3.40 | Clown | That can sing both high and low: |
103,654 | Twelfth Night | 17 | 2.3.41 | Clown | Trip no further, pretty sweeting, |
103,655 | Twelfth Night | 17 | 2.3.42 | Clown | Journeys end in lovers meeting, |
103,656 | Twelfth Night | 17 | 2.3.43 | Clown | Every wise man's son doth know. |
103,657 | Twelfth Night | 18 | 2.3.44 | SIR ANDREW | Excellent good, i' faith. |
103,658 | Twelfth Night | 19 | 2.3.45 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Good, good. |
103,659 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.3.46 | Clown | [Sings] |
103,660 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.3.47 | Clown | What is love? 'tis not hereafter, |
103,661 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.3.48 | Clown | Present mirth hath present laughter, |
103,662 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.3.49 | Clown | What's to come is still unsure: |
103,663 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.3.50 | Clown | In delay there lies no plenty, |
103,664 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.3.51 | Clown | Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, |
103,665 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.3.52 | Clown | Youth's a stuff will not endure. |
103,666 | Twelfth Night | 21 | 2.3.53 | SIR ANDREW | A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. |
103,667 | Twelfth Night | 22 | 2.3.54 | SIR TOBY BELCH | A contagious breath. |
103,668 | Twelfth Night | 23 | 2.3.55 | SIR ANDREW | Very sweet and contagious, i' faith. |
103,669 | Twelfth Night | 24 | 2.3.56 | SIR TOBY BELCH | To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. |
103,670 | Twelfth Night | 24 | 2.3.57 | SIR TOBY BELCH | But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we |
103,671 | Twelfth Night | 24 | 2.3.58 | SIR TOBY BELCH | rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three |
103,672 | Twelfth Night | 24 | 2.3.59 | SIR TOBY BELCH | souls out of one weaver? shall we do that? |
103,673 | Twelfth Night | 25 | 2.3.60 | SIR ANDREW | An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch. |
103,674 | Twelfth Night | 26 | 2.3.61 | Clown | By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. |
103,675 | Twelfth Night | 27 | 2.3.62 | SIR ANDREW | Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.' |
103,676 | Twelfth Night | 28 | 2.3.63 | Clown | 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be |
103,677 | Twelfth Night | 28 | 2.3.64 | Clown | constrained in't to call thee knave, knight. |
103,678 | Twelfth Night | 29 | 2.3.65 | SIR ANDREW | 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to |
103,679 | Twelfth Night | 29 | 2.3.66 | SIR ANDREW | call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.' |
103,680 | Twelfth Night | 30 | 2.3.67 | Clown | I shall never begin if I hold my peace. |
103,681 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.3.68 | SIR ANDREW | Good, i' faith. Come, begin. |
103,682 | Twelfth Night | 31 | null | SIR ANDREW | Catch sung |
103,683 | Twelfth Night | 31 | null | SIR ANDREW | Enter MARIA |
103,684 | Twelfth Night | 32 | 2.3.69 | MARIA | What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady |
103,685 | Twelfth Night | 32 | 2.3.70 | MARIA | have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him |
103,686 | Twelfth Night | 32 | 2.3.71 | MARIA | turn you out of doors, never trust me. |
103,687 | Twelfth Night | 33 | 2.3.72 | SIR TOBY BELCH | My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's |
103,688 | Twelfth Night | 33 | 2.3.73 | SIR TOBY BELCH | a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am not |
103,689 | Twelfth Night | 33 | 2.3.74 | SIR TOBY BELCH | I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? |
103,690 | Twelfth Night | 33 | 2.3.75 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Tillyvally. Lady! |
103,691 | Twelfth Night | 33 | null | SIR TOBY BELCH | Sings |
103,692 | Twelfth Night | 33 | 2.3.76 | SIR TOBY BELCH | 'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!' |
103,693 | Twelfth Night | 34 | 2.3.77 | Clown | Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. |
103,694 | Twelfth Night | 35 | 2.3.78 | SIR ANDREW | Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do |
103,695 | Twelfth Night | 35 | 2.3.79 | SIR ANDREW | I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it |
103,696 | Twelfth Night | 35 | 2.3.80 | SIR ANDREW | more natural. |
103,697 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.3.81 | SIR TOBY BELCH | [Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December,'-- |
103,698 | Twelfth Night | 37 | 2.3.82 | MARIA | For the love o' God, peace! |
103,699 | Twelfth Night | 37 | null | MARIA | Enter MALVOLIO |
103,700 | Twelfth Night | 38 | 2.3.83 | MALVOLIO | My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye |
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