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Romeo can , Though heaven can not .
Don't say anything .
He struck me from under your arm .
I'll find Romeo to comfort you .
Yes , it is , I think .
Behind the abbey wall Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair , Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night .
Good Romeo , hide thyself .
He's not the most polite man in the world , but , believe me , he's gentle as a lamb .
Even if the news is sad , tell me with a smile on your face .
If it be thus to dream , still let me sleep !
I would not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace .
I'd say I was "out of my element , " but that phrase is overused , so I'll say I'm "out of my air."
My servant , sir !
I am content , if that's the way you want it .
Spakest thou of Juliet ?
He's wearing yellow stockings .
Fate , show thy force .
Taste your legs , sir .
Madam , that young man out there says he's got to speak to you .
Wherefore are these things hid ?
How can that be ?
Oh no !
Sin from my lips ?
But you're a famous pirate !
His breath stinks .
Thou know'st not me .
Keep a little bit of honesty , even if you're afraid .
What gentleman ?
Groan !
Down with the Capulets !
But that it would be double-dealing , sir , I would you could make it another .
Why , what is Tybalt ?
Do as you please , because I'm done worrying about you .
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?
Madam , good night .
You'll fight with a man who's cracking nuts just because you have hazelnut-colored eyes .
That's the way to show me friendship .
What an annoying man , this guy is !
But one , poor one , one poor and loving child , But one thing to rejoice and solace in , And cruel death hath catched it from my sight !
Maybe she can't find him .
You lie .
Run after that same peevish messenger , The county's man .
Now you're Romeo .
Why , would that have fixed my hair ?
The count's messenger , Cesario .
Look where the youngest wren of nine comes .
Therefore get you on and give him his desire .
I'll be vain and proud , I'll read up on politics , I'll insult Sir Toby , I'll get rid of my lower-class friends , and I'll be the perfect man for her .
Is it my mother ?
Hello to you .
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath ?
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl , For here we need it not .
Or should we enter without apologizing ?
Therefore this letter , being so excellently ignorant , will breed no terror in the youth .
Have some others search .
Are you trying to make fun of me ?
I'm not here .
They say he has been fencer to the Sophy .
You're right .
Oh , you are sick of self-love , Malvolio , and taste with a distempered appetite .
You are a lover .
Won't he ?
I am none of his flirt-gills .
Are you insane ?
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven , Having some business , do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return .
He'll think these letters are from Olivia and that she's in love with him .
Who I am and what I want are a secret .
His crime did justice's job by taking Tybalt's life .
O nature , what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In moral paradise of such sweet flesh ?
But I know you'd never force me to tell you things I don't want to , so I should be polite and tell you what I can .
I will help you to 't .
Proud , " and "I thank you , " and "I thank you not , " And yet "not proud" ?
Forget to think of her .
If I had , my weapon should quickly have been out , I warrant you .
Good night .
I didn't give her any ring .
Were we not born under Taurus ?
Where the devil can Romeo be ?
The police are here .
Who knocks so hard ?
As I am a gentleman , I will live to be thankful to thee for 't .
Go .
I wish that no one could avenge my cousin's death except me !
What will you give us ?
It's someone with a torch !
What country is this , friends ?
Where , good Miss Mary ?
Yes , nightingales answer daws !
So shall you feel the loss , but not the friend Which you weep for .
I anger her sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer man .
Antonio never yet was thief or pirate , Though , I confess , on base and ground enough , Orsino's enemy .
Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip , and become thy bondslave ?
Our instruments to melancholy bells , Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast .
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand , and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh .
Leave me alone .
Probably because my cousin the villain would have killed my husband .
Wisely and slow .
You go to Friar Lawrence's cell .
He hath not told us of the captain yet .
Here's goodly gear .