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His counsel now might do me golden service . |
A noble duke , in nature As in name . |
She was tricked , divorced , wronged , spited , killed ! |
But like I said , when she tasted the bitter wormwood on my nipple , the pretty little babe got irritated and started to quarrel with my breast . |
I'll bite my thumb at them . |
A right good markman ! |
It must be something I did accidentally . |
Cesario , come , For so you shall be , while you are a man . |
You're a smart guy . |
You pale face ! |
Don't refuse it . |
But I'll get you a candle and paper and ink . |
Either thou or I , or both , must go with him . |
I will carry no crotchets . |
You had this child with the help of heaven . |
I respect the soul very much , so I disagree with his belief . |
Even if it's not better , your first marriage is over . |
Tomorrow night make sure that you are alone . |
Capulet , you villain ! |
That banishment is worse than the murder of ten thousand Tybalts . |
Have I waited so long to see this morning , only to see this ? |
Faith , I'll home tomorrow , Sir Toby . |
I must catechise you for it , madonna . |
Keep your money . |
Tell me , so I can cut it out of myself . |
I will bite my thumb at them , which is a disgrace to them , if they bear it . |
So let her execute me . |
Why , may one ask ? |
Call in my gentlewoman . |
How are you , my friend ? |
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes , peace in thy breast . |
I am bound to the Count Orsino's court . |
Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe , A villain that is hither come in spite To scorn at our solemnity this night . |
Madam , you have done me wrong , Notorious wrong . |
Hadst thou no poison mixed , no sharp-ground knife , No sudden mean of death , though ne'er so mean , But "banished" to kill me ? , "Banished" ! |
Take Cupid's wings and fly higher than the average man . |
Would I were sleep and peace , so sweet to rest . |
Come on , we're wasting precious daylight . |
How should madmen hear , if wise men can't even see ? |
Now , good sweet Nurse , O Lord , why look'st thou sad ? |
Who is 't that calls ? |
Yes , but who is he ? |
And sayst thou yet that exile is not death ? |
Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline . |
What hast thou found ? |
We have a little dessert coming up . |
The door's right here . |
This is well . |
Stand up . |
What kind of woman is she ? |
Malvolio , your vanity is damaging your good taste . |
Otherwise , you'd see me blushing about the things you've heard me say tonight . |
A good lenten answer . |
Boy , your words can't excuse the harm you've done to me . |
To supper ? |
Come break this up , Benvolio . |
The man's going crazy . |
Let me speak a little . |
A conduit , girl ? |
Give me comfort . |
Why do you say that ? |
Hence "banished" is banished from the world , And world's exile is death . |
Tis no time to play now . |
Take away this body , and do what I say . |
Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that . |
Tell me what a drunk is like , fool . |
Art thou mad ? |
Oh , here's a wit of cheveril , that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad ! |
Yes , I know her age down to the hour . |
I don't think so , my lord . |
It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did . |
The triplex , sir , is a good tripping measure , or the bells of Saint Bennet , sir , may put you in mind , one , two , three . |
Sir Toby would bet a fortune that I'm not smart , but he wouldn't bet two cents that you're not a fool . |
God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ! |
No , my lord , not I. Alas , it is the baseness of thy fear That makes thee strangle thy propriety . |
It's the lark that sings so out of tune , making such harsh noise . |
Should we go see the sights in the town ? |
Oh , much I fear some ill unthrifty thing . |
I told him you were sick . |
Well then , saint , let lips do what hands do . |
Marry , 'tis enough . |
Well , sir , because silver has a sweet sound . |
O time , thou must untangle this , not I . |
Do your job . |
By'r Lady , thirty years . |
Nurse ? |
So I die with a kiss . |
Come along with us , Signor Fabian . |
Well , that one , I think , is young Petruchio . |
How canst thou try them so ? |
Marry , I remember it well . |
What , Curio ? |
Well then , improve your situation with a show of courage . |
An hour before you pulled me out of the breaking waves , my sister drowned . |
Young man , something's wrong if you're getting out of bed this early . |
The world is not your friend , and neither is the law . |
Jove , I thank thee ! |
Pitiful sight ! |
Saint Francis , help me ! |
A love song , a love song . |
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