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To one of your receiving Enough is shown .
If good , thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face .
I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry .
That duke who lives nearby is courting her .
Why , how now , Juliet ?
But there was a rumor , you know , people always gossip about royalty , that he was in love with the beautiful Olivia .
A grave ?
Isn't that what he said ?
I'll be a harsh master to them .
For the love o ' God , peace !
Let her hang me .
O , what more favor can I do to thee , Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy ?
Seven of my people , with an obedient start , make out for him .
Come , night .
What ?
Go with me to the vault .
Let's to bed , knight .
He says he'll come .
You've made up your mind , then ?
By my head , here comes the Capulets .
Teach me to forget to think !
Madam , I am here .
If he hears you , you'll make him angry .
Well then .
Oh , so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint .
An thou let part so , Sir Andrew , would thou mightst never draw sword again .
Stop , Sir Toby !
Let's get out of here .
Get to the point now .
Can't I say something ?
Madam , I will .
I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom .
Look thou but sweet , And I am proof against their enmity .
I know you .
Like medicine for a sick man .
Flies are healthier and more honorable and better suited for romance than Romeo .
Ask for me tomorrow , and you shall find me a grave man .
I could be sad .
It's true , he died on the day my sister turned thirteen .
No .
I can tell that you don't know who I am .
No woman is strong enough to put up with the kind of intense passion I feel .
Oh , poor Romeo !
Stop crying .
Who are you ?
In the meantime I wrote to Romeo and told him to come here on this awful night to help remove her from her temporary grave when the sleeping potion wore off .
Hunting what , Curio ?
You were the prettiest baby I ever nursed .
And yet complainest thou of obstruction ?
Can someone fall in love this quickly ?
What a caterwauling do you keep here !
I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's .
There is no way but this , Sir Andrew .
Go tell him of this .
Have some of my servants take care of Malvolio .
You'll know more about it later .
In the meantime , hold on , and be patient .
You take your pennyworths now .
He made you for a highway to my bed , But I , a maid , die maiden-widowed .
Well , that proves she's in love with you .
O , you give me ill counsel .
I'll have to do something courageous then , because I hate intrigue .
The most you hope for was for her to marry wealthy and rise up the social ladder , that was your idea of heaven .
But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in .
Sir Paris , I'll make a desperate argument for my child's love .
I don't care if all the devils in hell crammed together to possess him , I still want to speak to him .
She's a good little woman , and she adores me .
Now , afore God , I am so vexed that every part about me quivers .
Lead me on .
O God , I have an ill-divining soul .
I'll to him .
Therefore your relatives are no obstacle .
Oh Romeo , Romeo , brave Mercutio is dead !
Above my fortunes , yet my state is well .
I protest I take these wise men that crow so at these set kind of fools no better than the fools ' zanies .
No matter .
Go .
Good night , you amazing woman , you .
In the wars .
Fly hence and leave me .
I wouldn't have missed this even for a pension of thousands of pounds , to be paid by the shah of Persia .
One face , one voice , one way of dressing , but two people !
They're good enough to drink in , and so are these boots .
Oh , say so , and so be !
Please let me prove you're a fool .
The same people who say he gets drunk with you every night .
I will be free from thee .
Hey , mistress !
The fact that he serves as a go-between for his lord and my niece Olivia confirms this .
Go on , go on .
To move is to stir , and to be valiant is to stand .
I ' faith , I am sorry that thou art not well .
But oh , how vile an idol proves this god !
Who's the one who's going out the door right now ?
Fear me not .
What's this noise ?
You can't talk about something that you don't feel .
From now until then seems like twenty years .
Make him think you're Sir Topas the priest .
She's lying on the ground just like him , blubbering and weeping , weeping and blubbering .