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2,500 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | If nothing lets to make us happy both | false | [] |
2,501 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | But this my masculine usurped attire, | false | [] |
2,502 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | Do not embrace me till each circumstance | false | [] |
2,503 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump | false | [] |
2,504 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | That I am Viola; which to confirm, | false | [] |
2,505 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | I’ll bring you to a captain in this town, | false | [] |
2,506 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help | false | [] |
2,507 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | I was preserved to serve this noble count. | false | [] |
2,508 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | All the occurrence of my fortune since | false | [] |
2,509 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | Hath been between this lady and this lord. | false | [] |
2,510 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | And all those sayings will I overswear, | false | [] |
2,511 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | And all those swearings keep as true in soul | false | [] |
2,512 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | As doth that orbèd continent the fire | false | [] |
2,513 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | That severs day from night. | false | [] |
2,514 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | The Captain that did bring me first on shore | false | [] |
2,515 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | Hath my maid’s garments. He, upon some action, | false | [] |
2,516 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | Is now in durance at Malvolio’s suit, | false | [] |
2,517 | Viola Cesario | Viola_TN | FEMALE | A gentleman and follower of my lady’s. | false | [] |
2,518 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | This is Illyria, lady. | false | [] |
2,519 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | It is perchance that you yourself were saved. | false | [] |
2,520 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | True, madam. And to comfort you with chance, | false | [] |
2,521 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Assure yourself, after our ship did split, | false | [] |
2,522 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | When you and those poor number saved with you | false | [] |
2,523 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, | false | [] |
2,524 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Most provident in peril, bind himself | false | [] |
2,525 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | ( Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) | false | [] |
2,526 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | To a strong mast that lived upon the sea, | false | [] |
2,527 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Where, like Arion on the dolphin’s back, | false | [] |
2,528 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves | false | [] |
2,529 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | So long as I could see. | false | [] |
2,530 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and born | false | [] |
2,531 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Not three hours’ travel from this very place. | false | [] |
2,532 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | A noble duke, in nature as in name. | false | [] |
2,533 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Orsino. | false | [] |
2,534 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | And so is now, or was so very late; | false | [] |
2,535 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | For but a month ago I went from hence, | false | [] |
2,536 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | And then ’twas fresh in murmur ( as, you know, | false | [] |
2,537 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | What great ones do the less will prattle of) | false | [] |
2,538 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | That he did seek the love of fair Olivia. | false | [] |
2,539 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count | false | [] |
2,540 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her | false | [] |
2,541 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | In the protection of his son, her brother, | false | [] |
2,542 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Who shortly also died, for whose dear love, | false | [] |
2,543 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | They say, she hath abjured the sight | false | [] |
2,544 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | And company of men. | false | [] |
2,545 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | That were hard to compass | false | [] |
2,546 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Because she will admit no kind of suit, | false | [] |
2,547 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | No, not the Duke’s. | false | [] |
2,548 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | Be you his eunuch, and your mute I’ll be. | false | [] |
2,549 | Captain | Captain_TN | MALE | When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see. | false | [] |
2,550 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care’s an enemy to life. | false | [] |
2,551 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Why, let her except before excepted! | false | [] |
2,552 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Confine? I’ll confine myself no finer than I am. These clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too. An they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps! | false | [] |
2,553 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek? | false | [] |
2,554 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | He’s as tall a man as any ’s in Illyria. | false | [] |
2,555 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Why, he has three thousand ducats a year! | false | [] |
2,556 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Fie that you’ll say so! He plays o’ th’ viol-de-gamboys and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature. | false | [] |
2,557 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are they? | false | [] |
2,558 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | With drinking healths to my niece. I’ll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria. He’s a coward and a coistrel that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o’ th’ toe like a parish top. What, wench! Castiliano vulgo, for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface. | false | [] |
2,559 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Sweet Sir Andrew! | false | [] |
2,560 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Accost, Sir Andrew, accost! | false | [] |
2,561 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | My niece’s chambermaid. | false | [] |
2,562 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | You mistake, knight. “ Accost” is front her, board her, woo her, assail her. | false | [] |
2,563 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again. | false | [] |
2,564 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | O knight, thou lack’st a cup of canary! When did I see thee so put down? | false | [] |
2,565 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | No question. | false | [] |
2,566 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Pourquoi, my dear knight? | false | [] |
2,567 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. | false | [] |
2,568 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Past question, for thou seest it will not curl by nature. | false | [] |
2,569 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Excellent! It hangs like flax on a distaff, and I hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs and spin it off. | false | [] |
2,570 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | She’ll none o’ th’ Count. She’ll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit. I have heard her swear ’t. Tut, there’s life in ’t, man. | false | [] |
2,571 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight? | false | [] |
2,572 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? | false | [] |
2,573 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | And I can cut the mutton to ’t. | false | [] |
2,574 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before ’em? Are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall’s picture? Why dost thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig. I would not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What dost thou mean? I... | false | [] |
2,575 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | What shall we do else? Were we not born under Taurus? | false | [] |
2,576 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | No, sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper. Ha, higher! Ha, ha, excellent! | false | [] |
2,577 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | A gentleman. | false | [] |
2,578 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | ’Tis a gentleman here— a plague o’ these pickle herring!— How now, sot? | false | [] |
2,579 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Lechery? I defy lechery. There’s one at the gate. | false | [] |
2,580 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Let him be the devil an he will, I care not. Give me faith, say I. Well, it’s all one. | false | [] |
2,581 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Approach, Sir Andrew. Not to be abed after midnight is to be up betimes, and “ diluculo surgere,” thou know’st— | false | [] |
2,582 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | A false conclusion. I hate it as an unfilled can. To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early, so that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes. Does not our lives consist of the four elements? | false | [] |
2,583 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Thou ’rt a scholar. Let us therefore eat and drink. Marian, I say, a stoup of wine! | false | [] |
2,584 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Welcome, ass! Now let’s have a catch. | false | [] |
2,585 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come on, there is sixpence for you. Let’s have a song. | false | [] |
2,586 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | A love song, a love song. | false | [] |
2,587 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Good, good. | false | [] |
2,588 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | A contagious breath. | false | [] |
2,589 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? Shall we do that? | false | [] |
2,590 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | My lady’s a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio’s a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men be we. Am not I consanguineous? Am I not of her blood? Tillyvally! “ Lady”! There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady. | false | [] |
2,591 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | O’ the twelfth day of December— | false | [] |
2,592 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! | false | [] |
2,593 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone. | false | [] |
2,594 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | But I will never die. | false | [] |
2,595 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Shall I bid him go? | false | [] |
2,596 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Shall I bid him go, and spare not? | false | [] |
2,597 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Out o’ tune, sir? You lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? | false | [] |
2,598 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Thou ’rt i’ th’ right.— Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs.— A stoup of wine, Maria! | false | [] |
2,599 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Do ’t, knight. I’ll write thee a challenge. Or I’ll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. | false | [] |
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