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The world doesn't make laws to make you rich . |
No , I haven't had lunch . |
Your looks are pale and wild , and do import Some misadventure . |
Most radiant , exquisite and unmatchable beauty , I pray you , tell me if this be the lady of the house , for I never saw her . |
Well , because I saw your niece Olivia treat the count's messenger better than she's ever treated me . |
You're wrong about that , I assure you . |
What's his name ? |
Acquaint her here of my son Paris ' love , And bid her , mark you me , on Wednesday next , But , soft ! |
Nay , that's certain . |
Shall we do that ? |
Look how shapely your legs are . |
Why , lady ! |
Alright , let's fight , boy ! |
Yet I can not choose but laugh To think it should leave crying and say "ay." And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone , A perilous knock , and it cried bitterly . |
You have said , sir . |
Hurt him in eleven different places . |
Tell me your mind . |
Romeo ran away when Tybalt fell dead . |
But we are prevented . |
How is that possible ? |
Anon ! |
Now , I swear by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too , he will not make me a joyful bride there . |
What , dost thou make us minstrels ? |
If I could make that resemble something in me , Softly ! |
Send one presently to Sir Toby . |
O Lord , they fight ! |
Go ask his name. , If he be married . |
Be a nice fool and help me find a candle and some paper . |
A gentleman . |
He's a fool , a madman , and a drowned man . |
What , art thou hurt ? |
Now you know the reason for the rush . |
Never trust me again if I don't . |
I've found it out . |
A jealous hood , a jealous hood ! |
Thou art like one of those fellows that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table and says "God send me no need of thee ! " and , by the operation of the second cup , draws it on the drawer when indeed there is no need . |
I breathed from my soul the most faithful offerings to your ungrateful altars that any devoted person has ever offered , what more am I supposed to do ? |
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead , And Paris too . |
What do you say to that , Malvolio ? |
Don't worry about the cost . |
Will you hoist sail , sir ? |
Hey ! |
Haven't you totally dismissed my honor and integrity in your anger ? |
Then I'll be quick . |
You have to contradict me , do you ? |
In his bosom ? |
But out of question , 'tis Maria's hand . |
Has anyone seen Cesario ? |
Come , death , and welcome ! |
I mean , to go , sir , to enter . |
I will come again . |
Good madonna , give me leave to prove you a fool . |
Fool , fool , hey , fool ! |
Give me my fan , Peter . |
Oh , sad day ! |
Was I with you there for the goose ? |
How with mine honor may I give him that Which I have given to you ? |
Day has broken . |
Is it that aggressive ? |
What are you going to do ? |
Tell me , my daughter Juliet , what is your attitude about getting married ? |
Men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze . |
And what's her history ? |
Muffle me , night , awhile . |
Tybalt's death would be bad enough if that was all . |
Sweet Montague , be true . |
If this letter doesn't make him fight , I don't know what will . |
Which one is Sebastian ? |
I want to stay more than I want to go . |
It did , it did . |
The ground is bloody. , Search about the churchyard . |
Are you really going to pretend you don't know me now ? |
Stay not , be gone . |
I am the only daughter in my father's family , and all the brothers too , but I'm not completely sure about that . |
Even such delight Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night Inherit at my house . |
Think about it . |
You must needs yield your reason , Sir Andrew . |
I met the young man at Lawrence's cell . |
I'd rather be a heretic than a schemer with fancy plots . |
Go wisely and slowly . |
Tush , I will stir about , And all things shall be well , I warrant thee , wife . |
I tell you , he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks . |
And now you've changed ? |
What would you ? |
May I kiss your feet ? |
Conceit , more rich in matter than in words , Brags of his substance , not of ornament . |
Well , you know , "some are born great , some achieve greatness , and some have greatness thrust upon them." Anyway , I was part of the trick , sir . |
Then you're a fool for being sad that your brother's soul is in heaven . |
And they have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor . |
Madam , an eagle does not have eyes as green , as quick , and as fair as the eyes of Paris . |
Here , take this piece of jewelry . |
It makes me mad . |
Your cousin , my lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . |
Go and trim her up . |
I'll come back . |
Therefore be patient . |
Why , love , I say . |
Mistress ! |
Ah , my back , my back ! |
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat , and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarreling . |
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