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No , my lord , not me . |
This is the air , that is the glorious sun . |
Nor I neither . |
That's true . |
Please don't say no . |
Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company . |
Yes , good fool . |
Who is it ? |
My lady Olivia's inside , sir . |
We did keep time , sir , in our catches . |
Then young men love with their eyes , not with their hearts . |
Out . |
I'm not such an idiot that I can't keep my hands dry . |
You'd be the funniest person in Illyria, if Sir Toby ever stopped drinking . |
Tis well thou art not fish . |
I shall be much bound to you for 't . |
But as soon as the sun rises in the east , my sad son comes home to escape the light . |
This sight of death is like a bell that warns me I'm old and I'll die soon . |
Sir , shall I to this lady ? |
Stand here , make a good show on 't . |
I am no villain . |
By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier o ' nights . |
I frown the while , and perchance wind up watch , or play with my , some rich jewel . |
Even so lies she , Blubbering and weeping , weeping and blubbering . |
Goodbye . |
Oh , I'll beat him up for that ! |
My noble uncle , do you know the cause ? |
What noise is this ? |
You , sir ? |
He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too . |
Another studpid answer ! |
What is decreed must be , and be this so . |
There was no need to tell me to get out of there . |
A jumbled confession can only receive a jumbled absolution . |
O , wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? |
Don't worry about me . |
Anything I did to you , I did it because Sir Toby made me . |
Receive it so . |
I think his soul's in hell , my lady . |
Commend me to your daughter . |
A good knave . |
Holy Father Lawrence instructed me to fall on my knees and beg your forgiveness . |
You won't get any bad cooks from me . |
If he's been killed , say "Yes." If not , say "No." These short words will determine my joy or my pain . |
You probably killed a lot of his men ? |
She's dead , deceased , she's dead . |
She's a fine woman , all right . |
My dear madam , why are you in mourning ? |
Hurry up , or I'll smack you on the ears with my sword before you have yours drawn . |
Why , she's inside . |
Today's a holiday , so the beggar's shop is shut . |
I have heard my father name him . |
Alas , that they are so , To die even when they to perfection grow ! |
What ? |
I am peppered , I warrant , for this world . |
Here he is , here he is . |
You should've saved me some trouble and taken it away yourself . |
Go to , you're a dry fool . |
And aren't you a Montague ? |
No , not a grize . |
I can tell thee where that saying was born , of "I fear no colors." Where , good Mistress Mary ? |
So shalt thou show me friendship . |
Back you shall not to the house , unless you undertake that with me which with as much safety you might answer him . |
Nay , let him alone . |
Forget about him , Jack ! |
My lord acts just as crazy with love as you do . |
O , pardon me for bringing these ill news , Since you did leave it for my office , sir . |
How does he love me ? |
And weep ye now , seeing she is advanced Above the clouds , as high as heaven itself ? |
Is the day so young ? |
Excuse me , weren't you with Countess Olivia just now ? |
But you're still complaining of darkness and a bad view ? |
My master's house . |
Then hurry up and rush over to Friar Lawrence's cell . |
I hope you sleep peacefully . |
Why are you still crying ? |
How now ! |
Well , girl , you're weeping not for his death as much as for the fact that the villain who killed him is still alive . |
Tybalt was my dearest cousin . |
They that add , moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company . |
Don't be afraid of greatness." That was well written . |
Easily , madam . |
So do not I . |
Sweet , sweet , sweet Nurse , tell me , what says my love ? |
Our whole city is much bound to him . |
Where else would she be ? |
Antonio , O my dear Antonio ! |
Even now , sir . |
He really is the most skillful , bloodthirsty , and dangerous opponent you can find in Illyria . |
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age . |
Farewell . |
Reply not . |
How now ? |
That's it ! |
And yet you're the one who wants to teach me about restraint ! |
With Rosaline , father ? |
It's my duty to be quiet . |
Bonos dies , Sir Toby . |
How have you made division of yourself ? |
What do you want to say , sir ? |
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