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39 Cards in this Set
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If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it...
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Orsino to Lords, Attendeants, et al
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That instant was I turned into a hart, and my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, e'er since pursue me
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Orison to Valentine and Curio
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O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame to pay this debt of love but to a brother, how will she love when the rich golden shaft hath killed the flock of all affections else that live in her.
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Orsino to Valentine and Curio
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Orsino! I have heard my father name him. He was a bachelor then.
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Viola to Captain
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And though that nature with a beauteous wall doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits with this thy fair and outward character
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Viola to Captain
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Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be
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Captain to Viola
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What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life
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Sir Toby Belch to Maria
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With drinking health to my niece, I'll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria
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Sir Toby Belch to Maria
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Thou know'st no less but all. I have unclasped to thee the book even of my secret soul
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Orsino to Biola
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Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse
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Maria to Feste the Clown
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Those wits that think they have thee do very oft prove fools, and I that am sure I lack thee may pass for a wise man
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Feste to self
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The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in Heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen
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Feste the Clown to Olivia
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I marvel you ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal. I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool that has no more brain than a stone
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Malvolio to Olivia
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Oh you are sick of self-love, Malvolia, and taste with a distempered appetite
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Olivia to Malvolio
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Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty-- I pray you tell me if this is the lady of the house
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Viola to Olivia
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I am not that I play
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Viola to Olivia
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No, good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer
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Viola to Maria
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Oh sir, I will not be so hardhearted, I will give out divers schedules of my beauty
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Olivia to Viola
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Make me a willow cabin at your gate, and call upon my soul within the house
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Viola to Olivia
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How now? Even so quickly may one catch the plague
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Olivia to self
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If sir Toby wouaIf Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
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Feste the Clown to Maria
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She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again
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Sebastian to Antonio
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But come what may, I do adore thee so that danger shall seem sport, and I will go
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Antonio (aside)
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Poor lady, she were better love a dream. Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness, wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How easy it is for the proper-false in women's waxen hearts to set their forms?
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Viola (aside)
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How now my hearts? Did you ever see the picture of We Three?
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Feste the Clown to Sir Toby
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What is love? 'Tis not hereafter. Present mirth hath present laughter, what's to come is still unsure. In delay there is plenty. then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth's a stuff will not endsure
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Feste the Clown to Sir Toby
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Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house? Is there no respect of place, persons nor time in you?
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Malvolio to Sir Toby
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Dost thou think because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ales?
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Sir Toby to Feste the Clown
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The devil a puritan that he is, or anything constantly but a time-pleaser. an affection'd ass, that cons state wtihout book and utters it by great swarths.. so cramm'd as he thinks, with excellencies that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him
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maria to sir toby
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i will drop in hi way some obscure epistles of love, wherein.. he shall find himself most feelingly persona ted
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maria to sir toby
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come hither boy. if ever thou shall love, in the sweet pangs of it remember me
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Orsino to viola
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my father had a daughter loved a man, as it might be, were I a woman, I should your lordship
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viola to orsino
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she never told her love, but, let concealment like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek. she pin'd in though; and with a green melancholy, she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief
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Viola to Orsino
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Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me
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malvolio to self
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in my stars i am above thee, but be not affraid of greatness. some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em
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malvolio to self
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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. i do not now fool myself
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malvolio to self
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i could marry this wench for this defice
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Sir Toby to Sir Andrew
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Cesario by the roses of spring, by maidenhood, honor, truth, and everything, I love thee so that maugre all thy pride nor wit nor reason can my passion side
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olivia to viola
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by my innocence i swear, and by my youth, i have one heart one bosom and one truth and that no woman has nor none shall mistress be of it save i alone
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viola to olivia
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