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id: 1123
title: Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will
author: Shakespeare, William
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  THIS EBOOK WAS ONE OF PROJECT GUTENBERG''S EARLY FILES PRODUCED AT A TIME WHEN PROOFING METHODS AND TOOLS WERE NOT WELL DEVELOPED. IS AN IMPROVED EDITION OF THIS TITLE WHICH MAY BE VIEWED AS EBOOK (#38901) at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/38901


id: 38901
title: Twelfth Night; or, What You Will
author: Kemble, John Philip
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  _Mar._ By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'' nights; turn o'' the toe like a parish-top--See, here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face. _Sir To._ Art thou good at these kick-shaws, knight? _Clo._ Good Sir Toby,---_Sir And._ Begin, fool: it begins,--[_Sings._] _Hold thy peace._ _Mar._ Nay, good Sir Toby. _Sir To._ He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that _Sir To._ Let''s to bed, knight.--Thou hadst need send for more _Duke._ Come hither, boy:--If ever thou shalt love, _Vio._ But, if she cannot love you, sir? _Sir To._ Come thy ways, Signior Fabian. _Vio._ Art not thou the Lady Olivia''s fool? _Clo._ No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she will keep _Fab._ [_Parts them._] O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the _Sir To._ What, man!--Come on. _Fab._ Hold, good Sir Toby, hold:--my lady here! _Vio._ Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.


