Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
page 83 of 152 (54%)
page 83 of 152 (54%)
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And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good madam; never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore. OLIVIA. Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt.] SCENE II. OLIVIA'S house [Enter SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW and FABIAN.] SIR ANDREW. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. SIR TOBY. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. FABIAN. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew. SIR ANDREW. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's |
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