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Oh , you're wrong .
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You will not then ?
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No , indeed , sir ; the Lady Olivia has no folly .
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Many a morning hath he there been seen , With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew , Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs .
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The cords That Romeo bid thee fetch ?
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Therefore he that can not lick his fingers goes not with me .
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Oh , no question , it won't style itself .
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Please , tell my father , madam , I won't marry yet .
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They say he used to fence for the shah of Persia .
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Tis with him in standing water , between boy and man .
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I can hardly forbear hurling things at him .
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Why , no .
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Can you do that ?
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Tell me not , Friar , that thou hear'st of this , Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it .
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You know where I live .
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I won't miss any chance to send my love to you .
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You're an insolent little boy .
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Please , I beg you , don't scold me .
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I tell thee , I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria .
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Then you were right on target .
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Destructive thoughts come quickly to the minds of desperate men !
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And so perchance may he be .
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There's something in 't That is deceivable .
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Give it to me .
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Then I'll pay you for doing what you like .
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Take this .
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Good , good .
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I'm telling the truth .
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Content thee , gentle coz .
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The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun .
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I'll go , sir , and I won't bother you .
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True , madam .
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Saints don't move , even when they grant prayers .
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Ascend her chamber , hence , and comfort her .
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Hide behind the boxwood hedge , all three of you .
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Sir , you need a drink .
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Lady , come out of the tomb .
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Look , and you'll see .
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Gentlemen , can any of you tell me where I can find young Romeo ?
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Stay here for a moment .
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Why dost thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in a coranto ?
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Good morrow to you both .
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And so , good Capulet , which is a name I love like my own name , you should be satisfied with what I say .
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Give me some comfort , Nurse .
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Dear lady , Give me leave , beseech you .
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Let's go at it , coward !
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You But , uncle , we're being disrespected .
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Evermore weeping for your cousin's death ?
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Ay , good fool .
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I'll make division of my present with you .
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Anyway , sir , should I go see the lady ?
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Well , we were all born to die .
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Give me leave awhile .
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Shame come to Romeo !
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Well , may peace be with you .
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What does he say about our marriage ?
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I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether .
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If this fall into thy hand , revolve .
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I'll follow the priest and go with you ; and after I've sworn to be faithful , I'll be faithful forever .
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That's definitely too old .
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Curse the day !
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Give me a torch .
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To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that slaughtered him !
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By nine o'clock .
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Tell her to come to me .
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My back aches too ,
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Why dost thou wring thy hands ?
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I'll bite you on the ear for that joke .
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I'll conjure him as if I were summoning a spirit .
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O life !
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For the love of God , help us !
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I shall be constrained in 't to call thee knave , knight .
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What do you have to say , my dear Nurse ?
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Both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies .
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I prithee now , ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my lady .
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A right fair mark , fair coz , is soonest hit .
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If I miss this , let me be boiled alive .
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And , pretty fool , it stinted and said "ay." Enough of this .
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Is the news good or bad ?
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If he can not , let the botcher mend him .
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I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I can not move .
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Ay , sir , we are some of her trappings .
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He's a coward and a coistrel that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o ' th ' toe like a parish top .
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I would I were thy bird .
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O , if I thought that , I'd beat him like a dog !
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Though news be sad , yet tell them merrily .
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And trust me , love , in my eye so do you .
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I pity you .
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Thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits , and fear to kill a woodcock lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam .
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Oh , I'd never be that cruel .
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I pray thee , chide not .
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You're overstepping your bounds now .
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Can you not conceive ?
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Courage , man .
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Indeed , I remember it well .
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Now art thou Romeo .
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Yes , those are the best clothes .
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Ay , madam , from the reach of these my hands .
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I'll sue him for assault and battery , if there's any justice in Illyria .
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O good Sir Toby , hold !
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