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With the same 'havior that your passion bears Goes on my master's grief .
Why , what's Tybalt's story ?
Let the garden door be shut , and leave me to my hearing .
Haply your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase , and your store , I think , is not for idle markets , sir .
How are you , Malvolio ?
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses .
I'm whipped and tortured , May God give you a good evening .
Well , sir , my mistress is the sweetest lady. , Lord , Lord !
To him , Sir Topas .
Dismount thy tuck , be yare in thy preparation , for thy assailant is quick , skillful and deadly .
What do you think about Thursday ?
Your head is as full of fights as an egg is full of yolk , but your head has been beaten like scrambled eggs from so much fighting .
A beautiful target is the one that gets hit the fastest .
A gentleman ?
Sadness takes away our color .
I don't know , sir .
If thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling .
Marry , I saw your niece do more favors to the Count's servingman than ever she bestowed upon me .
Your ladyship were best to have some guard about you if he come , for sure the man is tainted in 's wits .
This is going to be great !
Oh , what better favor can I do for you than to kill the man who killed you with the same hand that made you die young .
Signior Fabian , stay you by this gentleman till my return .
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change , Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse , And all things change them to the contrary .
In my stars I am above thee , but be not afraid of greatness .
Madam , you've treated me badly , very badly .
They've turned me into food for worms .
Come hither , knight .
Now , by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too , He shall not make me there a joyful bride .
But silence , like a knife , cuts open my heart With strokes that draw no blood .
You're making a terrible racket out here !
Flies may do this , but I from this must fly .
But I will write again to Mantua , And keep her at my cell till Romeo come .
Stay but a little .
Yes , by Saint Anne , and ginger shall be hot i ' the mouth too .
Think of me as you please .
It's a sweet lozenge that you choke on .
You may have very fit occasion for 't .
The most you sought was her promotion , For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced .
At my humble house tonight , you can expect to see dazzling stars that walk on the ground and light the sky from below .
You're absolutely right .
Be quiet , for shame !
Sweet , so would I .
O , my poor brother !
You should go to Juliet and dress her up .
Tybalt wanted to kill you , but you killed Tybalt .
Death is my son-in-law .
Take away the stools , the sideboards , and the plates .
Oh , I'm very scared something awful has happened .
Leave them alone until he sets off home , and then follow him .
Who's that calling so loud ?
Give me your hand , sir .
I do beseech you , sir , have patience .
What do you mean I faked you out ?
Honestly , sir , I'd need to use words to explain why , and since words are so unreliable and false , I'd rather avoid using them in a serious discussion .
Hurt him in eleven places .
What o ' that ?
Who are you ?
O woeful day , O woeful day !
Run to the Capulets .
Priest .
Does she so ?
My daughter he hath wedded .
It's been eleven years since the earthquake .
And private in his chamber pens himself , Shuts up his windows , locks fair daylight out , And makes himself an artificial night .
A woman should always pick an older man .
And you told me to bury my love .
There's some gentleman out there. , Good Sir Toby !
She that makes dainty , She , I'll swear , hath corns .
Use your clubs and spears !
Belong you to the Lady Olivia , friends ?
Can I go away while my heart stays here ?
I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet .
One draught above heat makes him a fool , the second mads him , and a third drowns him .
To be Count Malvolio !
I am no more mad than you are .
Belike this is a man of that quirk .
I made my father angry , so I went to Friar Lawrence's cell to confess and be forgiven .
Talk no more .
Marry , my child , early next Thursday morn , The gallant , young , and noble gentleman , The County Paris , at Saint Peter's Church , Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride .
Why , what are you ?
That guy's funny .
What of that ?
Where is she ?
If it be so , as 'tis , Poor lady , she were better love a dream .
God ye good e'en , fair gentlewoman .
My dear fool , because my brother died .
I mean , she is the list of my voyage .
I know not .
Which is Sebastian ?
What an idiotic place this world is .
Besides , you've gotten unreliable .
Despised , distressed , hated , martyred , killed !
Not a dump , we .
Is thy news good , or bad ?
What wilt thou tell her , Nurse ?
What would my lord , but that he may not have , Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?
Is he talking nonsense ?
I'm going to Count Orsino's court .
Just think , I could be Count Malvolio !
Go to the church .