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Farewell .
For what purpose , love ?
Who is it ?
Can heaven be so envious ?
You blush bright red as soon as you hear any news .
I hope you're lucky enough to hear the true story by sticking around .
Let them begin .
Our love , which right now is like a flower bud in the summer air , may turn out to be a beautiful flower by the next time we meet .
Wilt thou go to bed , Malvolio ?
I would've given it to you this morning , but a madman's letters aren't Gospel , so it doesn't matter much if I'm a bit late .
Vile earth , to earth resign .
No we're not , it's night .
Come , civil night , Thou sober-suited matron , all in black , And learn me how to lose a winning match Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods .
Your mother .
Here come the conspirators .
Herbs , plants , and stones possess great power .
I like singing .
Therefore love moderately .
If you leave me like this , you're doing me wrong .
That light is not daylight , I know it .
O deadly sin !
This letter's going to turn him into a starry-eyed idiot .
Some kind of fountain ?
Her eyes are saying something .
And what about that ?
It is an honor that I dream not of .
No , sir .
For , hark you , Tybalt being slain so late , It may be thought we held him carelessly , Being our kinsman , if we revel much .
Tonight she is mewed up to her heaviness .
He's a very dishonest , puny boy , and more cowardly than a rabbit .
Signed , The poorly treated Malvolio." Did he write this ?
Sweet lady , ho , ho .
But then he said strange things to me .
What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wildfowl ?
For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrow'd .
I know thy constellation is right apt For this affair .
Put the torch out , so I can't be seen .
What have you found out ?
Come on , sir , let's go .
Hold , sir , or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house .
I don't have the thing that makes time fly .
Send thy man away .
Hold him in custody until the Prince gets here .
Sir , I bade them take away you .
I can not love him .
No , he just smiles .
Ay , Biddy , come with me. , What , man !
Dost thou love me ?
It's easier to buy young people than to beg or borrow them .
This can not anger him .
Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous , And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
Speak , nephew .
Marry , that , I think , be young Petruchio .
That defense thou hast , betake thee to 't .
If this logic works , that's great .
Calm down , calm down .
So , where should we eat ?
Go to , go to .
Good Father , I beseech you on my knees , Hear me with patience but to speak a word .
An they be not , let them hang themselves in their own straps .
Must she not then be answered ?
Oh , are you going to leave me so unsatisfied ?
When did I see thee so put down ?
A stoup of wine !
Mercy but murders , pardoning those that kill .
You are to blame , my lord , to rate her so .
He claimed to know that already too , and said that's the reason he's come to speak with you .
That was excellent , really excellent .
Honestly , I can't .
If I do so , it will be of more price Being spoke behind your back than to your face .
Peter !
I would be loath to cast away my speech , for besides that it is excellently well penned , I have taken great pains to con it .
I'll come to him .
He's furious because you insulted him , and he has a right to satisfaction .
One , gentlewoman , that God hath made , himself to mar .
But it's enough .
Oh , you're a clergyman ?
Fool , I say !
Jove bless thee , master Parson .
And badest me bury love .
Have you had lunch yet ?
She is drowned already , sir , with salt water , though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more .
Can your man keep a secret ?
I can't love him .
What ?
The house will be the quieter .
As I did sleep under this yew tree here , I dreamt my master and another fought , And that my master slew him .
Most sweet lady , Oh , "sweet" !
Send your man away .
But if you have to swear , swear by your wonderful self , which is the god I worship like an idol , and then I'll believe you .
Alas , I took great pains to study it , and 'tis poetical .
Hey , bride !
She that would alter services with thee , The Fortunate Unhappy" Daylight and champaign discovers not more .
Say that some lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love a great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia .
Don't talk to me , because I won't say a word .
I think I saw you there , you wise man .
Ay , those attires are best .
What , rouse thee , man !
Get you all three into the boxtree .
And yet you say that exile is not death ?