Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honor, truth, and everything, I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.

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By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good [Olivia]. Nevermore Will I my master’s tears to you deplore.

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If you desire the spleen, [Sir Toby,] and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He’s in yellow stockings.

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My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay.

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Would you’d pardon me[, Sebastian]. I do not without danger walk these streets. Once in a sea fight ’gainst the Count his galleys I did some service, of such note indeed That were I ta’en here it would scarce be answered.

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[Malvolio's] coming, madam [Olivia], but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam [...] he does nothing but smile. Your Ladyship were best to have some guard about you if he come, for sure the man is tainted in ’s wits.

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Sad, lady [Olivia]? I could be sad. This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering, but what of that? If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: “Please one, and please all.”

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Good Maria, let [Malvolio ]be looked to. Where’s my Cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him. I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.

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Go hang yourselves [Toby and others]! You are idle, shallow things. I am not of your element. You shall know more hereafter.

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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 him. Away!

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Here, [Cesario] wear this jewel for me. ’Tis my picture. Refuse it not. It hath no tongue to vex you. And I beseech you come again tomorrow. What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny, That honor, saved, may upon asking give?

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That defense thou hast, betake thee to ’t[, Cesario]. 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.

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I will return again into the house and desire some conduct of [Olivia]. I am no fighter[, Sir Toby]. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valor. Belike [Sir Andrew] is a man of that quirk.

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Plague on ’t! An I thought [Cesario] had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I’d have seen him damned ere I’d have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip[, Toby], and I’ll give him my horse, gray Capilet.

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I must obey [the officer]. This comes with seeking you[, Sebastian]. But there’s no remedy. I shall answer it. What will you do, now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me Much more for what I cannot do for you Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed, But be of comfort.

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What money, [Antonio]? For the fair kindness you have showed me here, And part being prompted by your present trouble, Out of my lean and low ability I’ll lend you something. My having is not much. I’ll make division of my present with you. Hold, there’s half my coffer.

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Will you deny me now? Is ’t possible that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you[, Sebastian].

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He named Sebastian. I my brother know Yet living in my glass. Even such and so In favor was my brother, and he went Still in this fashion, color, ornament, For him I imitate. O, if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!

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