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Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him . |
It did come to his hands , and commands shall be executed . |
This wind you talk of , blows us from ourselves . |
The better for thy friends . |
If they do see thee they will murder thee . |
That villain , Romeo . |
No money , on my faith , but the gleek . |
My gentleman , Cesario ? |
When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands , and they unwashed too , 'tis a foul thing . |
These times of pain are bad times for romance . |
I've never seen such a monster . |
We're ruined , lady , we're ruined ! |
Romeo , he cries aloud , "Hold , friends ! |
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . |
Yes , but now there's no way to calm him down . |
What's the problem , that they cry out so loud ? |
What do you want ? |
Fool ! |
I'll find out your man , And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here . |
He is wise , And , on my life , hath stol'n him home to bed . |
Does she ? |
My daughter is still very young . |
Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears ? |
I'm ready . |
What was the philosopher Pythagoras's belief about wild birds ? |
I will frown as I pass by , and let them take it as they list . |
Father , what's the news ? |
What , what ? |
The citizens are up , and Tybalt slain . |
Come , put it over my face . |
I'll give him equal thanks , so we're even . |
How can this be ? |
Ah , where's my man ? , Give me some aqua vitae. , These griefs , these woes , these sorrows make me old . |
You tallow face ! |
Why , let her except , before excepted . |
I hear some noise within . |
Here comes my little bird . |
What , faithful to being mean and nasty ? |
I spoke with his man . |
An if thou couldst , thou couldst not make him live . |
Away ! |
Have you got leave to go to shrift today ? |
What villain , madam ? |
Get away from here and leave me . |
Dear love , adieu. , Anon , good Nurse ! , Sweet Montague , be true . |
Father , I charge thee , by thy reverence , Here to unfold ( though lately we intended To keep in darkness what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe ) what thou dost know Hath newly passed between this youth and me . |
Oh , if it prove , Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love ! |
Oh , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! |
Go and wiggle your ears ! |
You call this house dark ? |
Ask me any commonsense question . |
Excellent good , i ' faith . |
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ? |
It's some meteor coming out of the sun to light your way to Mantua . |
I love rich Capulet's daughter . |
I wish I were something better , because right now I'm a big fool . |
Sweet Sir Andrew ! |
I carry no hatred , holy man , because my request will benefit my enemy . |
Yes , being kept together and put to use . |
Still you keep o ' the windy side of the law . |
I'll bet anything you like that nothing will happen , once again . |
I wish you were what I wanted you to be ! |
As mine on hers , so hers is set on mine , And all combined , save what thou must combine By holy marriage . |
I ask that again because nothing can be wrong if she is well . |
I beg for justice , which thou , Prince , must give . |
He insists he'll speak with you whether you want him to or not . |
It's not daylight . |
Either my eyesight is failing me , or you look pale . |
What , are you busy , ho ? |
The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse . |
Wish me luck . |
Lips , do not move ; No man must know." |
We follow thee. , Juliet , the county stays . |
He ran this way and jumped over this orchard wall . |
Oh my , what's the news ? |
I hear some noise . |
Anything that's mended is but patched . |
Speak to me . |
You kiss by th ' book . |
Fabian , bring him here . |
Long love doth so . |
What's all the noise in here ? |
Oh , this is a painful time ! |
Sweetheart ! |
What says Romeo ? |
Stand not amazed . |
This is good . |
I like it too . |
See him delivered , Fabian ; bring him hither . |
Past question , for thou seest it will not curl by nature . |
What meanest thou by that , Malvolio ? |
Are you full of them ? |
My masters , are you mad ? |
Tonight she is shut up in her room , alone with her sadness . |
Thy drugs are quick . |
But here come some people , right in the nick of time . |
Blind is his love and best befits the dark . |
She's not even fourteen . |
There's no ambiguity here . |
But come , young waverer , come , go with me , In one respect I'll thy assistant be , For this alliance may so happy prove To turn your households ' rancor to pure love . |
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