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Romeo .
It's been longer , it's been longer .
Alas , my liege , my wife is dead tonight .
It's possible , ma'am .
You gave us the slip , sir , the slip .
You have not seen such a thing as 'tis .
Dove-feathered raven , wolvish-ravening lamb !
I hate the word peace like I hate hell , all Montagues , and you .
I had a dream last night .
But as well ?
Well , God is responsible for that , not me , and he deserves thanks .
Come to my room later on .
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose , And then dreams he of smelling out a suit .
As I discern , It burneth in the Capels ' monument .
Oh , it is my love .
It won't annoy you like me , because it doesn't have a voice .
My father had a daughter who loved a man in the same way that I might love you , if I were a woman .
How are you feeling , Malvolio ?
Come , come with me , and we will make short work .
To answer that , I should confess to you .
Can't you talk about anything besides ladies ?
In sadness , cousin , I do love a woman .
Please , keep it to yourself .
He locks himself up alone in his bedroom , shuts his windows to keep out the beautiful daylight , and makes himself an artificial night .
Not proud you have , but thankful that you have .
I'll only admit that you're sane when you agree with Pythagoras and hesitate to kill a bird because it might contain your grandmother's soul .
Go , get thee to thy love , as was decreed .
Give me faith , say I .
Hark ye , your Romeo will be here at night .
Now I must go to the tomb alone .
Ay , but I know , What dost thou know ?
I swear to you , You have a good heart , and believe me , I'll tell her that .
If you can't , and would prefer to leave , she's very willing to say goodbye to you .
My message is not for anyone else to hear , my lady .
I'll not to bed tonight .
Do not desire to see this letter .
Then weep no more .
The other did not so .
Troth , sir , I can yield you none without words , and words are grown so false , I am loath to prove reason with them .
Because then I'd have to shed an ounce or two of your impudent blood .
Thou'rt a scholar .
Art thou a churchman ?
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss .
My kind Antonio , I can no other answer make but thanks , And thanks , and ever thanks .
No man must know." What comes after that ?
I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me .
Don't deny to him that you love me .
This man is probably like that .
My master , not myself , lacks recompense .
Some people in the street are crying "Romeo." Some are crying "Juliet , " and some are crying "Paris." They're all running in an open riot toward our tomb .
O Tybalt , Tybalt , the best friend I had !
Your servants were fighting your enemy's servants before I got here .
Very well taken , I believe , very wise .
I speak no treason .
Feeling so the loss , Can not choose but ever weep the friend .
Oh , he's a lovely gentleman .
And what to ?
I'm everywhere .
Well , my friends praise me and make me look like an idiot , while my enemies tell me straightforwardly that I am an idiot .
This is she , Peace , peace , Mercutio , peace !
Speak but one rhyme , and I am satisfied .
So if four negatives make two affirmatives , I'm worse off because of my friends and better off because of my foes .
Take away the lady .
Will it be ever thus ?
My fan , Peter .
But what's your jest ?
Only you would look for a fight like that .
Yes , well , things could get better .
Where is she ?
Are you biting your thumb at us ?
Therefore in my presence still smile , dear my sweet , I prithee."
I will fetch you light , and paper , and ink .
I'm very sensitive , and even the smallest bit of rudeness hurts my feelings .
Then have at thee , boy !
Eyes , look your last .
Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em ?
What , not a word ?
I asked a servant .
I will follow you .
Signor Martino and his wife and daughters , Count Anselme and his beautiful sisters , Vitruvio's widow , Signor Placentio and his lovely nieces , Mercutio and his brother Valentine , My uncle Capulet and his wife and daughters , My fair niece Rosaline and Livia ,
Well , her name's a word , and if you fooled around with it you might make her into a whore .
She will A pimp !
And when I do , I swear It shall be Romeo , whom you know I hate , Rather than Paris .
One kiss , and I'll descend .
Oh friendly friar !
Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers the madman .
What , art thou drawn among these heartless hinds ?
If love be blind , love can not hit the mark .
Who , Sir Andrew Aguecheek ?
Why , I am glad on 't .
Give me your torch , boy .
The lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe .
Ay me , detested !
Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence's cell .
Has Romeo been killed , and is Tybalt dead too ?
Oh , beautiful and accomplished lady , may the heavens rain odors upon you !
I have watched ere now All night for lesser cause , and ne'er been sick .
Good man , why are you crying ?
You're wearing dancing shoes with nimble soles .
Alright , here's the vial .