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Who's ruining my rituals of true love ?
My employer is as good as yours .
Will you go to them ?
I'll let you get away with skipping the praise .
The Count's gentleman , one Cesario .
He is knight , dubbed with unhatched rapier and on carpet consideration , but he is a devil in private brawl .
Do you have news from Verona ! , What is it , Balthasar ?
Nay , if our wits run the wild-goose chase , I am done , for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than , I am sure , I have in my whole five .
It's about you .
I'll do my best to make this lady love you .
Show yourself in the form of a sigh .
Uncomfortable time , why camest thou now To murder , murder our solemnity ?
This night I hold an old accustomed feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest Such as I love .
Beat them down !
What are they , beseech your ladyship ?
The honorable lady of the house , which is she ?
So could I .
That's because the murderer is alive .
Now please stop being so strange and tell me what exactly I should blab to my lady .
I'm done for in this world , I believe .
I am a spirit , yes , since I have a soul .
Our celebratory hymns will change to sad funeral marches .
I'll help you .
Arms , take your last embrace .
Why , isn't all this joking better than groaning about love ?
Welcome back from Mantua .
You are dead !
Oh , I've read that .
Welcome , gentlemen .
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties , or , if love be blind , It best agrees with night .
Mine shall be spent When theirs are dry , for Romeo's banishment .
If I live to see you get married someday , all my wishes will come true .
Oh , she is lame !
No , please , read it like a sane person .
This will make them both so afraid that they'll kill each other just by looking at each other .
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give .
I'm biting my thumb .
Oh , that record is lively in my soul !
But I can't help laughing to think that the baby stopped crying and said , "Yes." I swear , she had a bump on her forehead as big as a rooster's testicle .
I hope she doesn't have a crush on me !
Be clamorous , and leap all civil bounds , Rather than make unprofited return .
Now let's have a catch .
Oh great , here come the Capulets .
You might do much .
Who saw Cesario , ho ?
What is he at the gate , cousin ?
From the Count Orsino , is it ?
It hangs like an old worn-out mop .
Hello , sir .
I bet it's a challenge .
Good , i ' faith .
Not I , unless the breath of heartsick groans , Mistlike , infold me from the search of eyes .
Anything .
As for Monsieur Malvolio , let me take care of him .
No , good Sir Toby .
A duke who is noble in name and character .
And maybe a third ?
Only really cruel people can be called deformed .
Let some of my people have a special care of him .
Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes .
The bridegroom he is come already .
I tell you , this house is as dark as ignorance .
You can speak to me .
Come , I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns .
What else could you possibly think of me ?
The what ?
Mine did too .
O Romeo , Romeo , brave Mercutio is dead !
That's a certain text .
How now ?
Oh cousin , cousin !
Speak , nephew .
Do as I tell you .
Well , death is the end for everybody .
How now , my hearts !
Or shall we on without apology ?
That's the weakness I'll use to get revenge on him .
Here's a postscript ! .
Do so , and tell my sweet to be ready to scold me .
Now , good sweet Nurse , Oh Lord , why do you look so sad ?
It shines everywhere .
From soldiers .
So thrive my soul , A thousand times good night !
You , uncivil lady , To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st off'rings have breathed out That e'er devotion tendered , what shall I do ?
They're looking for you in the great chamber .
He is the son and heir of old Tiberio .
I think you're right , sir .
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the farthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light steals home my heavy son ,
Oh , what a sad day !
What is your will ?
Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee tonight .
These times of woe afford no time to woo .
The day is broke .
Ah-ha !
If I didn't have so many enemies in Orsino's court , I'd go join you there .
Let me be captured .
Challenge the count's young servant to a fight .
Be merciful , say "death , " For exile hath more terror in his look , Much more than death .
Good fool , help me to some light and some paper .
Romeo !