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2,600 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Possess us, possess us, tell us something of him. | false | [] |
2,601 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | What, for being a puritan? Thy exquisite reason, dear knight? | false | [] |
2,602 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | What wilt thou do? | false | [] |
2,603 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Excellent! I smell a device. | false | [] |
2,604 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she’s in love with him. | false | [] |
2,605 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Good night, Penthesilea. | false | [] |
2,606 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | She’s a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o’ that? | false | [] |
2,607 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Let’s to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money. | false | [] |
2,608 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Send for money, knight. If thou hast her not i’ th’ end, call me “ Cut.” | false | [] |
2,609 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come, come, I’ll go burn some sack. ’Tis too late to go to bed now. Come, knight; come, knight. | false | [] |
2,610 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come thy ways, Signior Fabian. | false | [] |
2,611 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? | false | [] |
2,612 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | To anger him, we’ll have the bear again, and we will fool him black and blue, shall we not, Sir Andrew? | false | [] |
2,613 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Here comes the little villain.— How now, my metal of India? | false | [] |
2,614 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Here’s an overweening rogue. | false | [] |
2,615 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Peace, I say. | false | [] |
2,616 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Ah, rogue! | false | [] |
2,617 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Peace, peace! | false | [] |
2,618 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! | false | [] |
2,619 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Fire and brimstone! | false | [] |
2,620 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Bolts and shackles! | false | [] |
2,621 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Shall this fellow live? | false | [] |
2,622 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the lips then? | false | [] |
2,623 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | What, what? | false | [] |
2,624 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Out, scab! | false | [] |
2,625 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | O, peace, and the spirit of humors intimate reading aloud to him. | false | [] |
2,626 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Marry, hang thee, brock! | false | [] |
2,627 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Excellent wench, say I. | false | [] |
2,628 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | And with what wing the staniel checks at it! | false | [] |
2,629 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | O, ay, make up that.— He is now at a cold scent. | false | [] |
2,630 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Ay, or I’ll cudgel him and make him cry “ O.” | false | [] |
2,631 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I could marry this wench for this device. | false | [] |
2,632 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest. | false | [] |
2,633 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Wilt thou set thy foot o’ my neck? | false | [] |
2,634 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip and become thy bondslave? | false | [] |
2,635 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Why, thou hast put him in such a dream that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad. | false | [] |
2,636 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Like aqua vitae with a midwife. | false | [] |
2,637 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! | false | [] |
2,638 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Save you, gentleman. | false | [] |
2,639 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Will you encounter the house? My niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. | false | [] |
2,640 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion. | false | [] |
2,641 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I mean, to go, sir, to enter. | false | [] |
2,642 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. | false | [] |
2,643 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Did she see thee the while, old boy? Tell me that. | false | [] |
2,644 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | And they have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor. | false | [] |
2,645 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valor. Challenge me the Count’s youth to fight with him. Hurt him in eleven places. My niece shall take note of it, and assure thyself there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man’s commendation with woman than report of valor. | false | [] |
2,646 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Go, write it in a martial hand. Be curst and brief. It is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention. Taunt him with the license of ink. If thou “thou”-est him some thrice, it shall not be amiss, and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware... | false | [] |
2,647 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | We’ll call thee at the cubiculo. Go. | false | [] |
2,648 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong or so. | false | [] |
2,649 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Never trust me, then. And by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I’ll eat the rest of th’ anatomy. | false | [] |
2,650 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Look where the youngest wren of mine comes. | false | [] |
2,651 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | And cross-gartered? | false | [] |
2,652 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come, bring us, bring us where he is. | false | [] |
2,653 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him. | false | [] |
2,654 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Go to, go to! Peace, peace. We must deal gently with him. Let me alone.— How do you, Malvolio? How is ’t with you? What, man, defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind. | false | [] |
2,655 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Prithee, hold thy peace. This is not the way. Do you not see you move him? Let me alone with him. | false | [] |
2,656 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Why, how now, my bawcock? How dost thou, chuck? | false | [] |
2,657 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Ay, biddy, come with me.— What, man, ’tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier! | false | [] |
2,658 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Is ’t possible? | false | [] |
2,659 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man. | false | [] |
2,660 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he’s mad. We may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him, at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But... | false | [] |
2,661 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Give me. Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow. | false | [] |
2,662 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Go, Sir Andrew. Scout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-baily. So soon as ever thou seest him, draw, and as thou draw’st, swear horrible, for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned ... | false | [] |
2,663 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Now will not I deliver his letter, for the behavior of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less. Therefore, this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth. He will find it comes from a clodpoll. Bu... | false | [] |
2,664 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge. | false | [] |
2,665 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Gentleman, God save thee. | false | [] |
2,666 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | That defense thou hast, betake thee to ’t. Of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not, but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. Dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillful, and deadly. | false | [] |
2,667 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | You’ll find it otherwise, I assure you. Therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard, for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath can furnish man withal. | false | [] |
2,668 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | He is knight dubbed with unhatched rapier and on carpet consideration, but he is a devil in private brawl. Souls and bodies hath he divorced three, and his incensement at this moment is so implacable that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulcher. “ Hob, nob” is his word; “ give ’t or take ’t.” | false | [] |
2,669 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Sir, no. His indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury. Therefore get you on and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me which with as much safety you might answer him. Therefore on, or strip your sword stark naked, for meddle you must, that’s certain, or ... | false | [] |
2,670 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I will do so.— Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return. | false | [] |
2,671 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Why, man, he’s a very devil. I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hits the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy. | false | [] |
2,672 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. | false | [] |
2,673 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I’ll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on ’t. This shall end without the perdition of souls. Marry, I’ll ride your horse as well as I ride you. | false | [] |
2,674 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I have his horse to take up the quarrel. I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil. | false | [] |
2,675 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | There’s no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for ’s oath sake. Marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of. Therefore, draw for the supportance of his vow. He protests he will not hurt you. | false | [] |
2,676 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come, Sir Andrew, there’s no remedy. The gentleman will, for his honor’s sake, have one bout with you. He cannot by the duello avoid it. But he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to ’t. | false | [] |
2,677 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | You, sir? Why, what are you? | false | [] |
2,678 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. | false | [] |
2,679 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I’ll be with you anon. | false | [] |
2,680 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian. We’ll whisper o’er a couplet or two of most sage saws. | false | [] |
2,681 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | A very dishonest, paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare. His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. | false | [] |
2,682 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. | false | [] |
2,683 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet. | false | [] |
2,684 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the house. | false | [] |
2,685 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come on, sir, hold! | false | [] |
2,686 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron. You are well fleshed. Come on. | false | [] |
2,687 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | What, what? Nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. | false | [] |
2,688 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Madam. | false | [] |
2,689 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Jove bless thee, Master Parson. | false | [] |
2,690 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | To him, Sir Topas. | false | [] |
2,691 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | The knave counterfeits well. A good knave. | false | [] |
2,692 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Well said, Master Parson. | false | [] |
2,693 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | My most exquisite Sir Topas! | false | [] |
2,694 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find’st him. I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were, for I am now so far in offense with my niece that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. | false | [] |
2,695 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | That’s all one. Has hurt me, and there’s th’ end on ’t. Sot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot? | false | [] |
2,696 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Then he’s a rogue and a passy-measures pavin. I hate a drunken rogue. | false | [] |
2,697 | Sir Toby Belch | TobyBelch_TN | MALE | Will you help?— an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull? | false | [] |
2,698 | Maria | Maria_TN | FEMALE | By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o’ nights. Your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours. | false | [] |
2,699 | Maria | Maria_TN | FEMALE | Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order. | false | [] |
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