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103,901 | Twelfth Night | 30 | 2.4.93 | VIOLA | Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, |
103,902 | Twelfth Night | 30 | 2.4.94 | VIOLA | Hath for your love a great a pang of heart |
103,903 | Twelfth Night | 30 | 2.4.95 | VIOLA | As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her, |
103,904 | Twelfth Night | 30 | 2.4.96 | VIOLA | You tell her so, must she not then be answer'd? |
103,905 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.97 | DUKE ORSINO | There is no woman's sides |
103,906 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.98 | DUKE ORSINO | Can bide the beating of so strong a passion |
103,907 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.99 | DUKE ORSINO | As love doth give my heart, no woman's heart |
103,908 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.100 | DUKE ORSINO | So big, to hold so much, they lack retention |
103,909 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.101 | DUKE ORSINO | Alas, their love may be call'd appetite, |
103,910 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.102 | DUKE ORSINO | No motion of the liver, but the palate, |
103,911 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.103 | DUKE ORSINO | That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt, |
103,912 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.104 | DUKE ORSINO | But mine is all as hungry as the sea, |
103,913 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.105 | DUKE ORSINO | And can digest as much: make no compare |
103,914 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.106 | DUKE ORSINO | Between that love a woman can bear me |
103,915 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.4.107 | DUKE ORSINO | And that I owe Olivia. |
103,916 | Twelfth Night | 32 | 2.4.108 | VIOLA | Ay, but I know-- |
103,917 | Twelfth Night | 33 | 2.4.109 | DUKE ORSINO | What dost thou know? |
103,918 | Twelfth Night | 34 | 2.4.110 | VIOLA | Too well what love women to men may owe: |
103,919 | Twelfth Night | 34 | 2.4.111 | VIOLA | In faith, they are as true of heart as we. |
103,920 | Twelfth Night | 34 | 2.4.112 | VIOLA | My father had a daughter loved a man, |
103,921 | Twelfth Night | 34 | 2.4.113 | VIOLA | As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, |
103,922 | Twelfth Night | 34 | 2.4.114 | VIOLA | I should your lordship. |
103,923 | Twelfth Night | 35 | 2.4.115 | DUKE ORSINO | And what's her history? |
103,924 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.116 | VIOLA | A blank, my lord. She never told her love, |
103,925 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.117 | VIOLA | But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, |
103,926 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.118 | VIOLA | Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, |
103,927 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.119 | VIOLA | And with a green and yellow melancholy |
103,928 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.120 | VIOLA | She sat like patience on a monument, |
103,929 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.121 | VIOLA | Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? |
103,930 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.122 | VIOLA | We men may say more, swear more: but indeed |
103,931 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.123 | VIOLA | Our shows are more than will, for still we prove |
103,932 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.4.124 | VIOLA | Much in our vows, but little in our love. |
103,933 | Twelfth Night | 37 | 2.4.125 | DUKE ORSINO | But died thy sister of her love, my boy? |
103,934 | Twelfth Night | 38 | 2.4.126 | VIOLA | I am all the daughters of my father's house, |
103,935 | Twelfth Night | 38 | 2.4.127 | VIOLA | And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. |
103,936 | Twelfth Night | 38 | 2.4.128 | VIOLA | Sir, shall I to this lady? |
103,937 | Twelfth Night | 39 | 2.4.129 | DUKE ORSINO | Ay, that's the theme. |
103,938 | Twelfth Night | 39 | 2.4.130 | DUKE ORSINO | To her in haste, give her this jewel, say, |
103,939 | Twelfth Night | 39 | 2.4.131 | DUKE ORSINO | My love can give no place, bide no denay. |
103,940 | Twelfth Night | 39 | null | DUKE ORSINO | Exeunt |
103,941 | Twelfth Night | 39 | null | DUKE ORSINO | SCENE V. OLIVIA's garden. |
103,942 | Twelfth Night | 39 | null | DUKE ORSINO | Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN |
103,943 | Twelfth Night | 1 | 2.5.1 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Come thy ways, Signior Fabian. |
103,944 | Twelfth Night | 2 | 2.5.2 | FABIAN | Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, |
103,945 | Twelfth Night | 2 | 2.5.3 | FABIAN | let me be boiled to death with melancholy. |
103,946 | Twelfth Night | 3 | 2.5.4 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly |
103,947 | Twelfth Night | 3 | 2.5.5 | SIR TOBY BELCH | rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? |
103,948 | Twelfth Night | 4 | 2.5.6 | FABIAN | I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o' |
103,949 | Twelfth Night | 4 | 2.5.7 | FABIAN | favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here. |
103,950 | Twelfth Night | 5 | 2.5.8 | SIR TOBY BELCH | To anger him we'll have the bear again, and we will |
103,951 | Twelfth Night | 5 | 2.5.9 | SIR TOBY BELCH | fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew? |
103,952 | Twelfth Night | 6 | 2.5.10 | SIR ANDREW | An we do not, it is pity of our lives. |
103,953 | Twelfth Night | 7 | 2.5.11 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Here comes the little villain. |
103,954 | Twelfth Night | 7 | null | SIR TOBY BELCH | Enter MARIA |
103,955 | Twelfth Night | 7 | 2.5.12 | SIR TOBY BELCH | How now, my metal of India! |
103,956 | Twelfth Night | 8 | 2.5.13 | MARIA | Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's |
103,957 | Twelfth Night | 8 | 2.5.14 | MARIA | coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the |
103,958 | Twelfth Night | 8 | 2.5.15 | MARIA | sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half |
103,959 | Twelfth Night | 8 | 2.5.16 | MARIA | hour: observe him, for the love of mockery, for I |
103,960 | Twelfth Night | 8 | 2.5.17 | MARIA | know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of |
103,961 | Twelfth Night | 8 | 2.5.18 | MARIA | him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there, |
103,962 | Twelfth Night | 8 | null | MARIA | Throws down a letter |
103,963 | Twelfth Night | 8 | 2.5.19 | MARIA | for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling. |
103,964 | Twelfth Night | 8 | null | MARIA | Exit |
103,965 | Twelfth Night | 8 | null | MARIA | Enter MALVOLIO |
103,966 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.5.20 | MALVOLIO | 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told |
103,967 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.5.21 | MALVOLIO | me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come |
103,968 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.5.22 | MALVOLIO | thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one |
103,969 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.5.23 | MALVOLIO | of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more |
103,970 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.5.24 | MALVOLIO | exalted respect than any one else that follows her. |
103,971 | Twelfth Night | 9 | 2.5.25 | MALVOLIO | What should I think on't? |
103,972 | Twelfth Night | 10 | 2.5.26 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Here's an overweening rogue! |
103,973 | Twelfth Night | 11 | 2.5.27 | FABIAN | O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock |
103,974 | Twelfth Night | 11 | 2.5.28 | FABIAN | of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes! |
103,975 | Twelfth Night | 12 | 2.5.29 | SIR ANDREW | 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! |
103,976 | Twelfth Night | 13 | 2.5.30 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Peace, I say. |
103,977 | Twelfth Night | 14 | 2.5.31 | MALVOLIO | To be Count Malvolio! |
103,978 | Twelfth Night | 15 | 2.5.32 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Ah, rogue! |
103,979 | Twelfth Night | 16 | 2.5.33 | SIR ANDREW | Pistol him, pistol him. |
103,980 | Twelfth Night | 17 | 2.5.34 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Peace, peace! |
103,981 | Twelfth Night | 18 | 2.5.35 | MALVOLIO | There is example for't, the lady of the Strachy |
103,982 | Twelfth Night | 18 | 2.5.36 | MALVOLIO | married the yeoman of the wardrobe. |
103,983 | Twelfth Night | 19 | 2.5.37 | SIR ANDREW | Fie on him, Jezebel! |
103,984 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.5.38 | FABIAN | O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how |
103,985 | Twelfth Night | 20 | 2.5.39 | FABIAN | imagination blows him. |
103,986 | Twelfth Night | 21 | 2.5.40 | MALVOLIO | Having been three months married to her, sitting in |
103,987 | Twelfth Night | 21 | 2.5.41 | MALVOLIO | my state,-- |
103,988 | Twelfth Night | 22 | 2.5.42 | SIR TOBY BELCH | O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! |
103,989 | Twelfth Night | 23 | 2.5.43 | MALVOLIO | Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet |
103,990 | Twelfth Night | 23 | 2.5.44 | MALVOLIO | gown, having come from a day-bed, where I have left |
103,991 | Twelfth Night | 23 | 2.5.45 | MALVOLIO | Olivia sleeping,-- |
103,992 | Twelfth Night | 24 | 2.5.46 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Fire and brimstone! |
103,993 | Twelfth Night | 25 | 2.5.47 | FABIAN | O, peace, peace! |
103,994 | Twelfth Night | 26 | 2.5.48 | MALVOLIO | And then to have the humour of state, and after a |
103,995 | Twelfth Night | 26 | 2.5.49 | MALVOLIO | demure travel of regard, telling them I know my |
103,996 | Twelfth Night | 26 | 2.5.50 | MALVOLIO | place as I would they should do theirs, to for my |
103,997 | Twelfth Night | 26 | 2.5.51 | MALVOLIO | kinsman Toby,-- |
103,998 | Twelfth Night | 27 | 2.5.52 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Bolts and shackles! |
103,999 | Twelfth Night | 28 | 2.5.53 | FABIAN | O peace, peace, peace! now, now. |
104,000 | Twelfth Night | 29 | 2.5.54 | MALVOLIO | Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make |
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