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He carries himself like a dignified gentleman , and , to tell you the truth , he has a reputation throughout Verona as a virtuous and well-behaved young man .
For him , I think not on him .
I will then give it you soundly .
Nay , pursue him now , lest the device take air and taint .
Madam , I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf .
Anyway , what should we do ?
You have more wild goose in one of your jokes than I have in five of mine .
For shame , bring Juliet out here .
How can that be ?
Anyone who says you're a man must not notice how young you are .
Now , you lie there on the path .
I can read .
Let them put fear in your heart .
At Friar Lawrence's cell she can make confession and be married .
Sometimes she tickles a priest's nose with a Enough , enough !
Go to him , Sir Topas .
I will be gone , sir , and not trouble you .
Or o ' mine either ?
I thought all for the best .
What will we say is our excuse for being here ?
By my troth , I would not undertake her in this company .
What day is this ?
Yes , but I know , What do you know ?
Put them to motion .
It doesn't matter how I am : he hurt me , and that's that .
No , my good lord .
Oh Lord , they're fighting !
On Thursday , sir ?
I did send , After the last enchantment you did here , A ring in chase of you .
Here , here I'll remain with worms that are your chamber-maids .
Pick up this rope ladder .
Zounds , a dog , a rat , a mouse , a cat to scratch a man to death !
It was the nightingale , and not the lark , That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear .
Ay , if I know the letters and the language .
Go where , my lord ? , Cesario , my husband , stay here .
He's conducting some business with my lady , and sooner or later he'll leave .
For some reason he's in prison now on some legal technicality , on Malvolio's orders .
O ' Thursday be it , then. , Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed .
The Get out of here !
What means this lady ?
Mistress !
Thursday is coming .
God ye good morrow , gentlemen .
O rude unthankfulness !
And so , good Capulet , which name I tender As dearly as my own , be satisfied .
I hit hard when I'm angry .
His arrow has pierced me too deeply , so I can't fly high with his cheerful feathers .
And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest .
He hath been most notoriously abused .
I will bring you thither .
Goodbye .
Stand up if you're really a man .
Sir !
What counterfeit did I give you ?
Approach , Sir Andrew .
But where hast thou been , then ?
A thousand times the worse to want thy light .
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb , And the place death , considering who thou art , If any of my kinsmen find thee here .
It's going to be fun , I promise .
If all else fail , myself have power to die .
But if she can not love you , sir ?
Curse my very heart , but I think you should be happy in this second marriage , because it's better than your first .
Of very ill manner .
Open it and read it .
She's been drowned in salty sea water , and now my salty tears are about to drown her memory all over again .
I'll tell them where you come from , though I don't know who you are or what you want .
Marian , I say !
That can't be .
I pledged my love to you before you asked me to .
Chopped logic !
I do remember .
I drink to you .
If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors , you are welcome to the house .
Stay , then .
Go ahead .
Who does do you wrong ?
My lord and master loves you .
I would have made it short .
I certainly will , sir .
Let's go to bed , knight .
Don't reply .
Look , my love , what are those streaks of light in the clouds parting in the east ?
Oh , look !
Can he that deny ?
Lord , Lord , when she was a little baby , Oh , there is one nobleman in the city , a guy named Paris , who would be happy to claim her as his own .
Come forth , thou fearful man .
I see .
Smilest thou ?
Good fool , some ink , paper , and light , and convey what I will set down to my lady .
But who cares .
Get him to say his prayers , good Sir Toby , get him to pray .
Ah , welladay !
It's my master who's not getting the reward he deserves , not me .
The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse .
So stop crying .
Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field .
If he may be conveniently delivered , I would he were , for I am now so far in offense with my niece that I can not pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot .
No pains , sir .
What kind of devil are you to torture me like this ?
This dagger hath mista'en , for , lo , his house Is empty on the back of Montague , And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom .