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104,001 | Twelfth Night | 29 | 2.5.55 | MALVOLIO | out for him: I frown the while, and perchance wind |
104,002 | Twelfth Night | 29 | 2.5.56 | MALVOLIO | up watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby |
104,003 | Twelfth Night | 29 | 2.5.57 | MALVOLIO | approaches, courtesies there to me,-- |
104,004 | Twelfth Night | 30 | 2.5.58 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Shall this fellow live? |
104,005 | Twelfth Night | 31 | 2.5.59 | FABIAN | Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. |
104,006 | Twelfth Night | 32 | 2.5.60 | MALVOLIO | I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar |
104,007 | Twelfth Night | 32 | 2.5.61 | MALVOLIO | smile with an austere regard of control,-- |
104,008 | Twelfth Night | 33 | 2.5.62 | SIR TOBY BELCH | And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then? |
104,009 | Twelfth Night | 34 | 2.5.63 | MALVOLIO | Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on |
104,010 | Twelfth Night | 34 | 2.5.64 | MALVOLIO | your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'-- |
104,011 | Twelfth Night | 35 | 2.5.65 | SIR TOBY BELCH | What, what? |
104,012 | Twelfth Night | 36 | 2.5.66 | MALVOLIO | 'You must amend your drunkenness.' |
104,013 | Twelfth Night | 37 | 2.5.67 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Out, scab! |
104,014 | Twelfth Night | 38 | 2.5.68 | FABIAN | Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. |
104,015 | Twelfth Night | 39 | 2.5.69 | MALVOLIO | 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with |
104,016 | Twelfth Night | 39 | 2.5.70 | MALVOLIO | a foolish knight,'-- |
104,017 | Twelfth Night | 40 | 2.5.71 | SIR ANDREW | That's me, I warrant you. |
104,018 | Twelfth Night | 41 | 2.5.72 | MALVOLIO | 'One Sir Andrew,'-- |
104,019 | Twelfth Night | 42 | 2.5.73 | SIR ANDREW | I knew 'twas I, for many do call me fool. |
104,020 | Twelfth Night | 43 | 2.5.74 | MALVOLIO | What employment have we here? |
104,021 | Twelfth Night | 43 | null | MALVOLIO | Taking up the letter |
104,022 | Twelfth Night | 44 | 2.5.75 | FABIAN | Now is the woodcock near the gin. |
104,023 | Twelfth Night | 45 | 2.5.76 | SIR TOBY BELCH | O, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate reading |
104,024 | Twelfth Night | 45 | 2.5.77 | SIR TOBY BELCH | aloud to him! |
104,025 | Twelfth Night | 46 | 2.5.78 | MALVOLIO | By my life, this is my lady's hand these be her |
104,026 | Twelfth Night | 46 | 2.5.79 | MALVOLIO | very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her |
104,027 | Twelfth Night | 46 | 2.5.80 | MALVOLIO | great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand. |
104,028 | Twelfth Night | 47 | 2.5.81 | SIR ANDREW | Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that? |
104,029 | Twelfth Night | 48 | 2.5.82 | MALVOLIO | [Reads] 'To the unknown beloved, this, and my good |
104,030 | Twelfth Night | 48 | 2.5.83 | MALVOLIO | wishes:'--her very phrases! By your leave, wax. |
104,031 | Twelfth Night | 48 | 2.5.84 | MALVOLIO | Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she |
104,032 | Twelfth Night | 48 | 2.5.85 | MALVOLIO | uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be? |
104,033 | Twelfth Night | 49 | 2.5.86 | FABIAN | This wins him, liver and all. |
104,034 | Twelfth Night | 50 | 2.5.87 | MALVOLIO | [Reads] |
104,035 | Twelfth Night | 50 | 2.5.88 | MALVOLIO | Jove knows I love: But who? |
104,036 | Twelfth Night | 50 | 2.5.89 | MALVOLIO | Lips, do not move, |
104,037 | Twelfth Night | 50 | 2.5.90 | MALVOLIO | No man must know. |
104,038 | Twelfth Night | 50 | 2.5.91 | MALVOLIO | 'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers |
104,039 | Twelfth Night | 50 | 2.5.92 | MALVOLIO | altered! 'No man must know:' if this should be |
104,040 | Twelfth Night | 50 | 2.5.93 | MALVOLIO | thee, Malvolio? |
104,041 | Twelfth Night | 51 | 2.5.94 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Marry, hang thee, brock! |
104,042 | Twelfth Night | 52 | 2.5.95 | MALVOLIO | [Reads] |
104,043 | Twelfth Night | 52 | 2.5.96 | MALVOLIO | I may command where I adore, |
104,044 | Twelfth Night | 52 | 2.5.97 | MALVOLIO | But silence, like a Lucrece knife, |
104,045 | Twelfth Night | 52 | 2.5.98 | MALVOLIO | With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore: |
104,046 | Twelfth Night | 52 | 2.5.99 | MALVOLIO | M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. |
104,047 | Twelfth Night | 53 | 2.5.100 | FABIAN | A fustian riddle! |
104,048 | Twelfth Night | 54 | 2.5.101 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Excellent wench, say I. |
104,049 | Twelfth Night | 55 | 2.5.102 | MALVOLIO | 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first, let |
104,050 | Twelfth Night | 55 | 2.5.103 | MALVOLIO | me see, let me see, let me see. |
104,051 | Twelfth Night | 56 | 2.5.104 | FABIAN | What dish o' poison has she dressed him! |
104,052 | Twelfth Night | 57 | 2.5.105 | SIR TOBY BELCH | And with what wing the staniel cheques at it! |
104,053 | Twelfth Night | 58 | 2.5.106 | MALVOLIO | 'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command |
104,054 | Twelfth Night | 58 | 2.5.107 | MALVOLIO | me: I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is |
104,055 | Twelfth Night | 58 | 2.5.108 | MALVOLIO | evident to any formal capacity, there is no |
104,056 | Twelfth Night | 58 | 2.5.109 | MALVOLIO | obstruction in this: and the end,--what should |
104,057 | Twelfth Night | 58 | 2.5.110 | MALVOLIO | that alphabetical position portend? If I could make |
104,058 | Twelfth Night | 58 | 2.5.111 | MALVOLIO | that resemble something in me,--Softly! M, O, A, |
104,059 | Twelfth Night | 58 | 2.5.112 | MALVOLIO | I,-- |
104,060 | Twelfth Night | 59 | 2.5.113 | SIR TOBY BELCH | O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent. |
104,061 | Twelfth Night | 60 | 2.5.114 | FABIAN | Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as |
104,062 | Twelfth Night | 60 | 2.5.115 | FABIAN | rank as a fox. |
104,063 | Twelfth Night | 61 | 2.5.116 | MALVOLIO | M,--Malvolio, M,--why, that begins my name. |
104,064 | Twelfth Night | 62 | 2.5.117 | FABIAN | Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is |
104,065 | Twelfth Night | 62 | 2.5.118 | FABIAN | excellent at faults. |
104,066 | Twelfth Night | 63 | 2.5.119 | MALVOLIO | M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel, |
104,067 | Twelfth Night | 63 | 2.5.120 | MALVOLIO | that suffers under probation A should follow but O does. |
104,068 | Twelfth Night | 64 | 2.5.121 | FABIAN | And O shall end, I hope. |
104,069 | Twelfth Night | 65 | 2.5.122 | SIR TOBY BELCH | Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O! |
104,070 | Twelfth Night | 66 | 2.5.123 | MALVOLIO | And then I comes behind. |
104,071 | Twelfth Night | 67 | 2.5.124 | FABIAN | Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see |
104,072 | Twelfth Night | 67 | 2.5.125 | FABIAN | more detraction at your heels than fortunes before |
104,073 | Twelfth Night | 67 | 2.5.126 | FABIAN | you. |
104,074 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.127 | MALVOLIO | M, O, A, I, this simulation is not as the former: and |
104,075 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.128 | MALVOLIO | yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for |
104,076 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.129 | MALVOLIO | every one of these letters are in my name. Soft! |
104,077 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.130 | MALVOLIO | here follows prose. |
104,078 | Twelfth Night | 68 | null | MALVOLIO | Reads |
104,079 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.131 | MALVOLIO | 'If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I |
104,080 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.132 | MALVOLIO | am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness: some |
104,081 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.133 | MALVOLIO | are born great, some achieve greatness, and some |
104,082 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.134 | MALVOLIO | have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open |
104,083 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.135 | MALVOLIO | their hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them, |
104,084 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.136 | MALVOLIO | and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, |
104,085 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.137 | MALVOLIO | cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be |
104,086 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.138 | MALVOLIO | opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants, let |
104,087 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.139 | MALVOLIO | thy tongue tang arguments of state, put thyself into |
104,088 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.140 | MALVOLIO | the trick of singularity: she thus advises thee |
104,089 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.141 | MALVOLIO | that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy |
104,090 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.142 | MALVOLIO | yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever |
104,091 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.143 | MALVOLIO | cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art |
104,092 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.144 | MALVOLIO | made, if thou desirest to be so, if not, let me see |
104,093 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.145 | MALVOLIO | thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and |
104,094 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.146 | MALVOLIO | not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. |
104,095 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.147 | MALVOLIO | She that would alter services with thee, |
104,096 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.148 | MALVOLIO | THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.' |
104,097 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.149 | MALVOLIO | Daylight and champaign discovers not more: this is |
104,098 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.150 | MALVOLIO | open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, |
104,099 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.151 | MALVOLIO | I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross |
104,100 | Twelfth Night | 68 | 2.5.152 | MALVOLIO | acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. |
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