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And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find , Many for many virtues excellent , None but for some and yet all different .
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I will not budge for no man's pleasure , I .
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The excuse you make to delay the news is longer than the news itself .
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He knows I recognize him .
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Sir Toby Belch !
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I pay you because you're poor , not because you want me to buy this .
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An angel is walking on earth .
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Fool !
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Am I like such a fellow ?
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To the gates of Tartar , thou most excellent devil of wit !
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Oh , that's a joke made out of leather that spreads itself thin , from the width of an inch to as fat as a yard .
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Please , hurry .
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I hear you say "proud" and "I thank you , " and then "no thank you" and "not proud , " you spoiled little girl .
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But like I said , on the night of Lammas Eve , she will be fourteen .
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Tell me , Friar , in what part of my body is my name embedded ?
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I wouldn't insult him in my own house for all the wealth in this town .
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Why dost thou stay ?
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Have I thought long to see this morning's face , And doth it give me such a sight as this ?
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You're making such a fuss .
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Here is yet a postscript .
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I like you very much .
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Oh , I wish I was the glove on that hand so that I could touch that cheek .
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Investigate how this foul murder came about .
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Did you never see the picture of "We Three" ?
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Then , window , let day in and let life out .
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Let the blood rushing to my cheeks be calmed .
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Shall I vent to her that thou art coming ?
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Up .
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Let me be put to death .
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You should be able to endure this because the world is broad and wide .
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Rust inside my body and let me die .
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His life I gave him and did thereto add My love , without retention or restraint , All his in dedication .
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Why , he has three thousand ducats a year .
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In love ?
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This is open .
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You don't know me .
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Still in this fashion , color , ornament , For him I imitate .
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Too well what love women to men may owe .
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Your part in her you could not keep from death , But heaven keeps his part in eternal life .
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I make her angry sometimes by saying that Paris is more handsome than you are .
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What country , friends , is this ?
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Wise men who give fools money might get a good reputation , if they keep up regular payments for fourteen years .
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Oh , then I see that madmen have no ears .
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How have the hours racked and tortured me Since I have lost thee !
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I'll go to him .
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I dreamt a dream tonight .
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Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes .
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What years , i ' faith ?
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You know not how to choose a man .
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I don't dare , sir .
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That's sides and heart .
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Tybalt's death Was woe enough , if it had ended there .
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What's a drunken man like , fool ?
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Here it is .
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Nay , I'll come .
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Now I'll tell you so you don't have to ask .
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That's too bad , because I spent a long time memorizing it , and it's poetic .
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Tell her about my son Paris's love for her .
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I'll give it to him .
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I can only repeat what I've said before .
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Tybalt is gone , and Romeo banished .
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If love be rough with you , be rough with love .
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The quarrel is between our masters and us their men .
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No words can that woe sound .
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No woman's heart is big enough to hold all my love .
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Yet , when I saw it last , it was besmeared As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war .
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I did , Malvolio ?
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And you , sir .
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What unaccustomed cause procures her hither ?
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That's a good thing to put in , it keeps you from getting in trouble with the law .
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O , sir , I will not be so hard-hearted .
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What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ?
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That's the truth .
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Lady Olivia told her servant Malvolio to kick you out of the house .
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He's somewhere between boy and man .
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No , I'd rather you stayed here .
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How doth my lady ?
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For when you cut your shin .
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What time tomorrow should I send a messenger to you ?
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She disgusts me , the little hussy !
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Life , living , all is Death's .
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I would you were as I would have you be !
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But , come what may , I do adore thee so That danger shall seem sport , and I will go .
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O God's lady dear , Are you so hot ?
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I can tell you , but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him .
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But all this did I know before .
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Whose house ?
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Here , wear this jewel for me .
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There rust and let me die .
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Romeo killed Tybalt .
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Besides , she treats me more respectfully than the other servants .
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Yes , she saw me quite clearly .
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I had put bitter wormwood on my breast as I was sitting in the sun , under the wall of the dovehouse .
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Monday !
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It's late .
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Where's Potpan ?
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It's definitely Maria's handwriting .
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I hate the word , As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee .
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Sad , lady !
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I give you my obedience and my humble service , madam .
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