The 12th Night
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- "Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard; make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate."
- "Well, I'll put it on, and I will disassemble myself in't."
- "Bono dies, Sir Toby."
- "To him, Sir Topas."
- "Jove bless thee, Master Parson."
- "Peace in this prison!"
- "Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic."
- "Who calls there?"
- "Sir Topas, please go to my lady-"
- "Out, hyperbolical fiend! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?"
- "Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad."
- "Fie, thou dishonest Satan! Says thou that house is dark?"
- "As hell, Sir Topas."
- "Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and yet complaints thou of obstruction?"
- "I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you this house is dark."
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