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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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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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-Toby (1.3.1)

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Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate. Doit quickly. I’ll call Sir Toby the whilst.

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Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate. Doit quickly. I’ll call Sir Toby the whilst.

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-Maria (4.2.1)

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I am all the daughters of my father’s house, And all the brothers, too—and yet I know not. Sir, shall I to this lady?

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I am all the daughters of my father’s house, And all the brothers, too—and yet I know not. Sir, shall I to this lady?

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-Viola (2.4.132)

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Methought she purged the air of pestilence.That instant was I turned into a hart,And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds

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Methought she purged the air of pestilence.That instant was I turned into a hart,And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds

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-Orsino (1.1.19)

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Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, hath for your love as great a pang of heart as you have for Olivia. 

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Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, hath for your love as great a pang of heart as you have for Olivia. 

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-Viola (2.4.99)

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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.

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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.

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-Viola (2.2.26)

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Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent. I’ll serve this duke.

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Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent. I’ll serve this duke.

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-Viola (1.2.56)

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He left this ring behind him,Would I or not. Tell him I’ll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Nor hold him up with hopes.

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He left this ring behind him,Would I or not. Tell him I’ll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Nor hold him up with hopes.

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-Olivia (1.5.307)