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Then the window lets day in , and life goes out the window .
Nurse , give my regards to to your lady .
But let them measure us by what they will .
Madam , I've come here to try to make you like him .
That's what she was expecting , and you let her down .
What are you , girl ?
Come , we burn daylight , ho !
It is not day .
It was .
He takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you .
What's he that now is going out of door ?
Oh , in this love , you love your child so ill That you run mad , seeing that she is well .
Oh , do you think we'll ever meet again ?
He's pale and hyperventilating , as if a bear were chasing him .
Here's something good .
You have my word as a gentleman that I'll always be grateful to you .
You could've done this without your beard and gown .
Thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast .
Sin from thy lips ?
Tybalt , the kinsman to old Capulet , Hath sent a letter to his father's house .
Oh love !
Now heaven walks on earth .
I hope you go senile soon , sir , so you can become a more foolish fool !
Look , sir , here comes the lady walking toward my cell .
How can I marry him , this husband , before he comes to court me ?
Let us therefore eat and drink .
Let me see her .
It's a cup , closed in my true love's hand ?
Well , let it be. , What ho , Malvolio !
I know you're the right person for this job .
Give me one kiss , and I'll go down .
Call her forth to me .
The man who killed Mercutio , which way did he go ?
Go to , thou art made , if thou desirest to be so , " Am I made ?
Lady , come from that nest Of death , contagion , and unnatural sleep .
Good and noble young man , don't mess with someone who's desperate .
Your plantain leaf is excellent for that .
Give me my sin back .
But whatever misfortunes occur , they can't ruin the joy I feel with one look at her .
In what chapter of his bosom ?
We human beings don't control our own destinies .
But , like a misbehaved and sullen wench , Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love .
Do you like this haste ?
I'll forget that I have any home besides this spot right here .
He , upon some action , Is now in durance at Malvolio's suit , A gentleman and follower of my lady's .
That rotten scoundrel !
How tragic !
Fool , I say !
I would therefore my sister had no name , sir .
You have amazed me .
I'm telling you , this house is dark .
If you love me , let me know by smiling at me .
Scurvy knave !
The time is very short .
This is the truth , or let Benvolio die .
There has never been so black a day as today .
Farewell ! , God knows when we shall meet again .
Commend me to thy lady .
What a pestilent knave is this same !
Run to the Capulets .
Tell me what it's about .
If that this simple syllogism will serve , so .
Call , good Mercutio .
For women are as roses , whose fair flower Being once displayed , doth fall that very hour .
Why Romeo , art thou mad ?
Go blabber with your gossiping friends .
She's ready to go , but she'll never return .
I'll give my vile body back to the earth .
Hence , be gone , away !
Thou , why , thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast .
What's your name ?
Bear hence this body and attend our will .
These crisscrossing laces do cut off the circulation in my legs a bit , but who cares ?
Wind and rain can't wash it off .
No , I'm telling you , put on this robe and beard .
Why the devil came you between us ?
He's killed three people , and he's so furious right now that the only thing that will satisfy him is seeing you die .
Nay , let me alone for swearing .
But passion lends them power , time means , to meet , Tempering extremities with extreme sweet .
That's excellent .
My duty hushes me .
Do you not see that I am out of breath ?
Why , is not this better now than groaning for love ?
Was that my father who left here in such a hurry ?
I'll follow after you .
Ay , marry , go , I say , and fetch him hither. , Now , afore God , this reverend holy friar !
Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron .
My lady will hang thee for thy absence .
Dinner is over , and we're going to get there too late .
Thus with a kiss I die .
Do you not hear , fellows ?
No , I won't stay a second longer .
Sir Topas , Sir Topas , good Sir Topas , please go find my lady Olivia , Get out , demon !
Here lies the county slain , And Juliet bleeding , warm and newly dead , Who here hath lain these two days buried. , Go , tell the Prince .
Please , sir , have patience .
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help , Do thou but call my resolution wise , And with this knife I'll help it presently .
Accursed , unhappy , wretched , hateful day !
They eat too much and get indigestion and nausea .
When has anyone ever put you down like that .
My soul and not my child !