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Take away the stools , the sideboards , and the plates .
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Oh , I'm very scared something awful has happened .
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Leave them alone until he sets off home , and then follow him .
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Who's that calling so loud ?
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Give me your hand , sir .
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I do beseech you , sir , have patience .
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What do you mean I faked you out ?
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Honestly , sir , I'd need to use words to explain why , and since words are so unreliable and false , I'd rather avoid using them in a serious discussion .
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Hurt him in eleven places .
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What o ' that ?
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Who are you ?
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O woeful day , O woeful day !
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Run to the Capulets .
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Priest .
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Does she so ?
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My daughter he hath wedded .
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It's been eleven years since the earthquake .
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And private in his chamber pens himself , Shuts up his windows , locks fair daylight out , And makes himself an artificial night .
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A woman should always pick an older man .
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And you told me to bury my love .
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There's some gentleman out there. , Good Sir Toby !
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She that makes dainty , She , I'll swear , hath corns .
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Use your clubs and spears !
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Belong you to the Lady Olivia , friends ?
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Can I go away while my heart stays here ?
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I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet .
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One draught above heat makes him a fool , the second mads him , and a third drowns him .
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To be Count Malvolio !
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I am no more mad than you are .
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Belike this is a man of that quirk .
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I made my father angry , so I went to Friar Lawrence's cell to confess and be forgiven .
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Talk no more .
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Marry , my child , early next Thursday morn , The gallant , young , and noble gentleman , The County Paris , at Saint Peter's Church , Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride .
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Why , what are you ?
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That guy's funny .
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What of that ?
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Where is she ?
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If it be so , as 'tis , Poor lady , she were better love a dream .
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God ye good e'en , fair gentlewoman .
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My dear fool , because my brother died .
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I mean , she is the list of my voyage .
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I know not .
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Which is Sebastian ?
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What an idiotic place this world is .
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Besides , you've gotten unreliable .
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Despised , distressed , hated , martyred , killed !
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Not a dump , we .
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Is thy news good , or bad ?
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What wilt thou tell her , Nurse ?
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What would my lord , but that he may not have , Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?
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Is he talking nonsense ?
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I'm going to Count Orsino's court .
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Just think , I could be Count Malvolio !
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Go to the church .
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Go thither , and with unattainted eye Compare her face with some that I shall show , And I will make thee think thy swan a crow .
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I'll confine myself no finer than I am .
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I dare draw as soon as another man if I see occasion in a good quarrel and the law on my side .
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Yes , you have to tell us why , Sir Andrew .
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My invocation Is fair and honest .
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But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine .
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Go hence .
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Welcome , gentlemen .
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We can't be in two places at once , both here and there !
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em all three all ready .
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God bless you .
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How now , who calls ?
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Why do you keep these talents behind a curtain ?
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Did she see you there the whole time , old boy ?
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Before me , she's a good wench .
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Where is Malvolio ?
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Strike , drum .
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Well then , I'll say this quickly : the valiant Paris wants you as his bride .
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Thy smiles become thee well .
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Tell him he's not going to speak with me .
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He's been seen there many mornings , crying tears that add drops to the morning dew and making a cloudy day cloudier with his sighs .
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That dreamers often lie .
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At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves With all the admired beauties of Verona .
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You're a lover .
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Let's see how .
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If you let her go this easily , Sir Andrew , you don't deserve to ever use your sword again .
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Orsino .
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Only God knows when we'll meet again .
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Two such opposed kings encamp them still , In man as well as herbs , grace and rude will .
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Shall we go see the relics of this town ?
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Thus then in brief : The valiant Paris seeks you for his love .
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Buy food , and get thyself in flesh. , Come , cordial and not poison , go with me To Juliet's grave , for there must I use thee .
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Husband ?
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Why , such is love's transgression .
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An thou make minstrels of us , look to hear nothing but discords .
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You worthless girl !
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I'll go alone .
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I'll make you quiet. , What , cheerly , my hearts !
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Is it possible ?
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Romeo will thank you , my girl , for both of us .
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But with a rearward following Tybalt's death , "Romeo is banished." To speak that word , Is father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet , All slain , all dead .
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And why , wise lady ?
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No way but gentleness , gently , gently .
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Your face is mine , and you have slandered it .
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Just look at me kindly , and I'm invincible against their hatred .
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Madam , there is at the gate a young gentleman much desires to speak with you .
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