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I say , remember .
And some have greatness thrust upon them." Heaven restore thee !
It is some meteor that the sun exhales To be to thee this night a torchbearer , And light thee on thy way to Mantua .
Get up .
Ay , ay .
No , sir , no jot .
Then she is well , and nothing is wrong .
It doth not fit me .
If you will let your lady know I am here to speak with her , and bring her along with you , it may awake my bounty further .
What manner of man ?
The groans you used to make are still ringing in my old ears .
A jealous woman , a jealous woman !
This is Illyria , lady .
Wilt thou be gone ?
A love song , a love song .
Put your sword away .
Ask for me tomorrow , and you'll find me in a grave .
Here comes the little villain herself .
Are you going to say good things about the man who killed your cousin ?
We can not be here and there too .
Come on , you're being ridiculous !
I'll punish you so harshly that you'll regret causing me this loss .
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law .
Take me to the garden .
But to read his right wits is to read thus .
You're serious enough to know not to play games with Satan .
Tell me , good my friend , What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls ?
Will you pull your sword out of its sheath ?
With crisscrossed laces ?
Do you love me ?
Boy , this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me .
Get me some ink , paper , and a candle .
Just say "Yes" and I will turn more poisonous than the snake with the evil eye .
Get me ink and paper , And hire post horses .
My lady Olivia , your niece , disapproves of your late-night partying .
Who's she ?
I can tell by his voice that this man is a Montague .
Please go inside .
Romeo is coming .
My enemies help me understand myself better , which is an advantage , and my friends help me lie about myself , which is a disadvantage .
O Friar , the damned use that word in hell .
Listen , she loved her cousin Tybalt dearly , and so did I .
Is it really true ?
But it becomes me well enough , does 't not ?
Yes , if I know the language and the letters .
I had a round with him , and his sword thrust is so deadly that you can't even duck out of the way .
By the hour of nine .
Hello , sir .
For Juliet's sake , for her sake , rise and stand .
Now , fellow , what have you got there ?
But what say you to Thursday ?
I'm smart enough to find the logs myself without bothering Peter .
Make it a word and a blow .
Goodbye .
I would we were well rid of this knavery .
Oh , God 'i ' good e'en .
His eyes were set at eight i ' the morning .
Go tell him about this .
Cheers , boys .
What crimes happen so early in the morning that I have to wake up before the usual time ?
Who has done this , Sir Andrew ?
All this is comfort .
My father had a daughter loved a man As it might be , perhaps , were I a woman , I should your lordship .
Thou shalt be loggerhead. , Good faith , 'tis day .
Yes , and he'll keep getting funnier till he dies .
If you've offended him , I'll fight you .
Good fool , for my brother's death .
If it be a suit from the count , I am sick , or not at home .
Why are you acting so brazen toward my lady ?
Now Jove , in his next commodity of hair , send thee a beard !
Hie you to church .
From that cabin I'd call out to my soul .
No , sir .
Ay , is 't , I warrant him .
And so adieu , good madam .
Beshrew his soul for me !
Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter ?
I drink to thee .
M" , Malvolio .
He's a good-looking young man , and there are a lot of people with him .
You're all lazy and shallow .
No .
Spare not for the cost .
Good .
These clothes are good enough to drink in , and so be these boots too .
If you offend him , I for him defy you .
Onward , lover boys !
Where is my page ?
Fie , fie , thou shamest thy shape , thy love , thy wit , Which , like a usurer , abound'st in all And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape , thy love , thy wit .
Good gentle one , give me modest assurance if you be the lady of the house , that I may proceed in my speech .
Girls who marry so young grow up too soon .
Vent my folly !
The earth , that's nature's mother , is her tomb .
Or , if thou wilt , swear by thy gracious self , Which is the god of my idolatry , And I'll believe thee .
They are crying and moaning over Tybalt's corpse .
Whence came you , sir ?
No , leave him alone .
Yes , madam .
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face , Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight .
What's this ?