Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
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CLOWN. 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.' MALVOLIO. Is 't even so? SIR TOBY. 'But I will never die.' CLOWN. Sir Toby, there you lie. MALVOLIO. This is much credit to you. SIR TOBY. 'Shall I bid him go?' CLOWN. 'What and if you do?' SIR TOBY. 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?' CLOWN. 'O, no, no, no, no, you dare not.' SIR TOBY. Out o' tune, sir? ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou |
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