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He's a knight .
Fool !
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay To hear true shrift. , Come , madam , let's away .
Let him alone .
When evil is dominant , death soon kills the body like cancer .
Faith , we may put up our pipes and be gone .
Why not ?
Do you have anything else to say ?
Down with the Montagues !
Be pointed and brief .
Oh , that I served that lady And might not be delivered to the world , Till I had made mine own occasion mellow , What my estate is .
Go ahead and write it down .
But you , sir , altered that , for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned .
I have my naked sword out .
That's really news !
Old age always makes people act funny , even wise people , but fools more than anybody .
Now you're sociable .
If you want things done in the right way , you'll have to let me read a crazy letter in a crazy voice .
Aren't you Romeo ?
Believe me , I'm not .
They should get to bed early and get plenty of sleep .
Well , I'm glad about this .
And on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work .
Come over here , nurse .
This shall determine that .
Go thou to Juliet , help to deck up her .
The ground is bloody .
Orsino .
Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber .
I'll ride home tomorrow , Sir Toby .
Girls younger than she often marry and become happy mothers .
Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in .
Just a man , like any other .
My wits faints .
Are you trying to wash him out of his grave with tears ?
Let me yet know of you whither you are bound .
You shall know more hereafter .
His fault concludes but what the law should end , The life of Tybalt .
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet .
Nurse !
It was a total fluke that you yourself were saved .
By my troth , thou hast an open hand .
He was the captain of a flimsy boat that was practically worthless because it was so small .
Oh sweet Nurse , what news do you bring ?
Mercutio , be quiet .
You are a saucy boy .
Never .
Slid , I'll after him again and beat him .
Unless the master were the man .
I think his soul is in hell , madonna .
To get used to the life you'll most likely be leading soon , get rid of your low-class trappings .
Oh , rude and unthankful boy !
Go wake Juliet .
It is something of my negligence , nothing of my purpose .
Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her !
Yes , it stinks very sweetly .
Alive in triumph , and Mercutio slain !
Oh , please , I'm begging you , don't mention him again .
Let him be the devil , an he will , I care not .
Did you have no poison , no sharp knife , no weapon you could use to kill me quickly , nothing so disgraceful , except banishment ?
Her husband , sirrah ?
I would thou hadst my bones and I thy news .
I have sent after him .
No , I do not know you , nor I am not sent to you by my lady , to bid you come speak with her , nor your name is not Master Cesario , nor this is not my nose neither .
Oh , where's Romeo ?
I'm in a rush .
What will you give us ?
He is not here , so please your lordship , that should sing it .
Still so constant , lord .
I can hardly keep myself from throwing things at him .
Go , be gone .
Here is a friar who's trembling , sighing and weeping .
Or I'll deliver your insults to his face .
But died thy sister of her love , my boy ?
Alack the day !
My niece shall take note of it , and assure thyself , there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor .
I know that my lady's going to end up hitting him .
I have 't in my nose too .
Romeo , away , be gone !
Romeo will answer it .
Oh , she shows the torches how to burn bright !
I am no fighter .
I think it well , my lord .
Her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night .
If my heart's dear love , Well , don't swear .
Sometimes she rides over a courtier's lips , and he dreams of making money off of someone .
And all the better is it for the maid .
Oh , say it , and mean it !
Curse your families !
Henceforward do your messages yourself .
Who are you ?
And why , my Lady Wisdom ?
For this night , to bed , and dream on the event .
I know your favor well , Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. , Take him away .
If he can not , let the tailor mend him .
O fortune , fortune !
Don't you think you should go to bed , Malvolio ?
I don't know what you've done to upset him , but someone has challenged you to a duel .
Monday , my lord .
An we do not , it is pity of our lives .