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Th ' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine .
Give me now leave to leave thee .
Wherefore weep I then ?
Well , that's an Stay , fellow .
Please , follow straight after me .
As sane as me ?
Come here !
Oh , my !
Do you quarrel , sir ?
Where goes Cesario ?
Sir Toby needs help right away .
Out of my sight ! , Be not offended , dear Cesario. , Rudesby , be gone !
Get him to bed , and let his hurt be looked to .
I had come to the deepest part of my tale , and I planned to say nothing more on the topic .
I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet .
I want to be this Duke's servant .
Is it my lady mother ?
Well , she can get used to it .
Benedicite .
Come , I'll place you among the sisterhood of holy nuns .
Within an hour , one of my men will come to you behind the abbey wall and give you a rope ladder .
Just come again tomorrow .
He's very handsome and speaks well , but he's very young .
How long hath he been there ?
Hang him , foul collier !
Wow , we're really going to drive him crazy .
An you part so , mistress , I would I might never draw sword again .
What , shall this speech be spoke for our excuse ?
I don't know his name .
Ah me !
She was too good for me .
Educated men are so impressive !
Why are you leaving , my angry friend ?
Madam , I will .
Tis torture and not mercy .
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ?
Is it so long ? , Call forth the holy father .
Hit them !
And then , I hope , you'll be satisfied .
Ay , marry , what is he ?
A dog of that house shall move me to stand .
There's two , a man and a woman .
Everything depends on this : either be out of here before the night watchmen take their positions , or leave in disguise after daybreak .
Answer to that .
Observe his construction of it .
How say you to that , Malvolio ?
And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find , Many for many virtues excellent , None but for some and yet all different .
I will not budge for no man's pleasure , I .
The excuse you make to delay the news is longer than the news itself .
He knows I recognize him .
Sir Toby Belch !
I pay you because you're poor , not because you want me to buy this .
An angel is walking on earth .
Fool !
Am I like such a fellow ?
To the gates of Tartar , thou most excellent devil of wit !
Oh , that's a joke made out of leather that spreads itself thin , from the width of an inch to as fat as a yard .
Please , hurry .
I hear you say "proud" and "I thank you , " and then "no thank you" and "not proud , " you spoiled little girl .
But like I said , on the night of Lammas Eve , she will be fourteen .
Tell me , Friar , in what part of my body is my name embedded ?
I wouldn't insult him in my own house for all the wealth in this town .
Why dost thou stay ?
Have I thought long to see this morning's face , And doth it give me such a sight as this ?
You're making such a fuss .
Here is yet a postscript .
I like you very much .
Oh , I wish I was the glove on that hand so that I could touch that cheek .
Investigate how this foul murder came about .
Did you never see the picture of "We Three" ?
Then , window , let day in and let life out .
Let the blood rushing to my cheeks be calmed .
Shall I vent to her that thou art coming ?
Up .
Let me be put to death .
You should be able to endure this because the world is broad and wide .
Rust inside my body and let me die .
His life I gave him and did thereto add My love , without retention or restraint , All his in dedication .
Why , he has three thousand ducats a year .
In love ?
This is open .
You don't know me .
Still in this fashion , color , ornament , For him I imitate .
Too well what love women to men may owe .
Your part in her you could not keep from death , But heaven keeps his part in eternal life .
I make her angry sometimes by saying that Paris is more handsome than you are .
What country , friends , is this ?
Wise men who give fools money might get a good reputation , if they keep up regular payments for fourteen years .
Oh , then I see that madmen have no ears .
How have the hours racked and tortured me Since I have lost thee !
I'll go to him .
I dreamt a dream tonight .
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes .
What years , i ' faith ?
You know not how to choose a man .
I don't dare , sir .
That's sides and heart .
Tybalt's death Was woe enough , if it had ended there .
What's a drunken man like , fool ?
Here it is .