All of Shakespeare’s plays.
I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter.
You must not now deny it is your hand:
Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase;
Or say 'tis not your seal, nor your invention:
You can say none of this: well, grant it then
And tell me, in ...
Madam, you have done me wrong,
Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I
prithee, be gone.
Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper and
light; and convey what I will set down to my lady:
it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing
of letter did.
Good fool, help me to some light and some paper: I
tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.
Fool, fool, fool, I say!
They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness,
send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to
face me out of my wits.
Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused: I
am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
Ay, good fool.
Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my
hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink and paper:
as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to
Fool, I say!
Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.
That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though
ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there
was never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you
are: make the trial of it in any constant question.
I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark.
As hell, Sir Topas.
Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir
Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me
here in hideous darkness.
Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.
Within Who calls there?
Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow
things: I am not of your element: you shall know
My prayers, minx!
How now, mistress!
Do you know what you say?
Ah, ha! does she so?
Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go
O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than
Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with
the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may
appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that
in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says ...
'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'--
'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'--
'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
'Some achieve greatness,'--
'Some are born great,'--
'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.
At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It
did come to his hands, and commands shall be
executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
Sad, lady! 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
Sweet lady, ho, ho.
M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: and
yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for
every one of these letters are in my name. Soft!
here follows prose.
'If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I
And then I comes behind.
M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel;
that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.
M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name.
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