Twelfth Night
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- I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
- Sebastian
- What, what? Nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you
- Sir Toby
- Sir Andrew
- Good Fool, help me to some light and some paper.
- Malvolio
- Fool
- Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you.
- Sebastian
- Olivia
- Plight me the full assurance of your faith
- Orsino
- Her husband, sirrah?
- Viola
- No, my lord, not I.
- Olivia
- Ay, husband. Can he that deny
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