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Doth she not count her blessed , Unworthy as she is , that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bride ?
You would fight with a man if he had one more whisker or one less whisker in his beard than you have in your beard .
Even so quickly may one catch the plague ?
Calling death banishment is like cutting off my head with a golden ax and smiling while I'm being murdered .
That villain cousin would have killed my husband .
It is too hard a knot for me to untie !
They have made worms ' meat of me .
Do you bite your thumb at us , sir ?
I saw her buried in her family's tomb , and then I came here to tell you the news .
No , sir , I won't let you go .
I know my lady will strike him .
Do that .
And when she went away now , "Let this fellow be looked to." "Fellow ! " Not "Malvolio , " nor after my degree , but "fellow." Why , everything adheres together , that no dram of a scruple , no scruple of a scruple , no obstacle , no incredulous or unsafe circumstance , what can be said ?
What further pain must I endure in my old age ?
I remember very well where I should be , and here I am .
My eyes were liars , then , because I never saw true beauty before tonight .
And so did I .
A spirit I am indeed , But am in that dimension grossly clad Which from the womb I did participate .
Wednesday is tomorrow .
Here , madam , at your service .
If Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria .
Virtue is beauty , but someone beautiful and wicked is like an empty box decorated by the devil .
I'm headed for your niece , sir .
So ho !
Or , if you don't delay , make my wedding bed in the tomb where Tybalt lies .
What thinkest thou of his opinion ?
Where is my page ? , Go , villain , fetch a surgeon .
Need you my help ?
Two , two , a shirt and a smock .
My most exquisite Sir Topas !
No , sir , it is legs and thighs .
And she's fair I love .
Oh , think'st thou we shall ever meet again ?
Yes she has , and by keeping celibate , she wastes her beauty .
Did she see thee the while , old boy ?
My dear lady , Please let me say something , I'm begging you .
How can I bring those promises back down to earth , unless my husband sends them back down to me by dying and going to heaven ?
There's no darkness except ignorance , and you're more ignorant than the Egyptians during the plague of fog .
You foolish madman , listen to me for a moment .
Go and get her dressed .
What , wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ?
Wake up the Montagues .
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while , Till we can clear these ambiguities And know their spring , their head , their true descent , And then will I be general of your woes , And lead you even to death .
They're calling for dates and quinces in the pastry kitchen .
Away , Tybalt .
Wash they his wounds with tears ?
Then let thy love be younger than thyself , Or thy affection can not hold the bent .
She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste , For beauty , starved with her severity , Cuts beauty off from all posterity .
Let him let the matter slip , and I'll give him my horse , gray Capilet .
I am not I if there be such an Or those eyes shut that makes thee answer "ay." If he be slain , say "ay , " or if not , "no." Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe .
I'm better off because of my enemies , and worse off because of my friends .
Come , sir , you peevishly threw it to her , and her will is it should be so returned .
Shame on Romeo !
Here's more insanity for us .
There lies the man , slain by young Romeo , That slew thy kinsman , brave Mercutio .
Don't you have any respect for anything ?
What satisfaction could you possibly have tonight ?
Just read it .
We'll meet at the Elephant .
You lie .
If you were a woman , I'd hug you now and cry , and say "Welcome back , drowned Viola ! " My father had a mole on his forehead .
Oh painful , painful , painful day !
My baby hawk ?
Hast thou forgot thyself ?
I've sent for him .
Indeed , I should have asked thee that before .
Take me .
The rules of dueling say he has to .
And he doesn't let go of his target when a distraction appears .
That's true .
Either you , or I , or both of us have to go with him .
He's not your man .
Yes , she will .
Either withdraw unto some private place , And reason coldly of your grievances , Or else depart .
And everything will be alright , I promise you , wife .
Her bridegroom is here .
You're smiling ?
I ' faith , or I either ?
Then he's a rogue , and a passy-measures pavin .
Now I see the blood rushing to your cheeks .
A good fool .
Oh , brother Montague , give me your hand .
I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you .
Without his roe , like a dried herring .
Be quick .
It's too late to go to bed now .
I'll write out a detailed inventory of my beauty and label every part .
O , teach me how I should forget to think !
In voices well divulged , free , learned , and valiant ; And in dimension and the shape of nature A gracious person .
Fear comes upon me .
If love is blind , it can't hit the target .
Apparently you think there's nothing unusual about a bloody head .
Only to be generous and give it to you once more .
To supper ?
Tell me that .
I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb .
Well , he keeps the devil away as well as a man can in his situation .
Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame ?
He does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies .
But wherefore , villain , didst thou kill my cousin ?