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31 Cards in this Set
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She bore a mind that envy could not but call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
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My sister was really smart. She drowned, which makes me cry frequently.
Sebastian to Antonio |
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I left no ring with her. What means this lady? ...
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Viola realizes that Olivia is in love with her.
Viola to audience |
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Disguise, I see thou art wickedness wherin the pregnant enemy does much. How easy is it for the proper false in women's hearts to set their forms!
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Being disguised makes everything confusing. Women fall in love so easily!
Viola to audience |
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O Time, thou must untangle this, not I; it is too hare a knot for me t'untie.
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Only time can settle this love triangle.
Viola to audience |
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Not to be abed after midnight is to be up betimes.
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Being up late is the same as being up early.
Toby to Andrew |
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Thou'rt a scholar! Let us therefore eat and drink.
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Toby flattering Andrew/being a fatass
Toby to Andrew |
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O mistress mine, where are you roaming...
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(The Clown's first song. ?????)
Feste to Toby and Andrew |
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He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
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I am a great reveler.
Andrew to Feste |
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Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty...
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You guys are the worst.
Malvolio to Feste, Toby, and Andrew |
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Sneck up!
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Go hang.
Toby to Malvolio |
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Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
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Do you really think you can tell us what to do, you commoner?
Toby to Malvolio |
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If I do not gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed.
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Tricking Malvolio will be as easy as lying in bed (probably sexual)
Maria to Toby |
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She's a beagle true-bred, and one that adores me.
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Maria is great, and loves me.
Toby to Andrew |
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I was adored once, too.
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Means what it says. Also, saddest line in Shakespeare.
Andrew to Toby |
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Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take...
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Marry a woman younger than you. The love of men changes too quickly.
Orsino to Cesario |
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Then let thy love be younger than thyself...
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(?????)
Orsino to Cesario |
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Come away, come away, death...
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(?????)
Feste to Orsino |
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Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
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If you indulge in pleasure (Orsino + Cesario), you will pay for it later.
Feste to Orsino |
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And what's her history?
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What happened to that woman?
Orsino to Cesario |
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A blank, my lord. She never told her love...
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If you don't express love, it will kill you inside.
Cesario to Orsino |
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I am all the daughters of my father's house, and all the brothers, too.
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I have no surviving siblings.
Cesario to Orsino |
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Lie thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
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Go hide so we can trick Malvolio.
Maria to Toby and Andrew |
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'Tis but fortune, all is fortune...
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Maybe Olivia does love me.
Malvolio to himself |
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Now is the woodcock near the gin.
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The dumb bird is nearing the trap.
Fabian to Toby |
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These be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's.
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C, U, aNd, T. Figure it out. It's funny.
Malvolio to himself |
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In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
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"Don't be afraid of pursuing me."
Malvolio reading the letter to himself |
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Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants...
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"Do everything I told you to do" (and it is all really unusual)
Malvolio reading the letter to himself |
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I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise, the very man.
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Malvolio planning to be perfect.
Malvolio to the audience |
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I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on.
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I will do all that crazy stuff.
Malvolio to himself |
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Jove, I thank thee!
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Thank you God!
Malvolio to audience |
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I could marry the wench for this device.
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This is so awesome I might marry Maria for thinking of it.
Toby to Fabian |
