If I were in the habit of fighting the way you are, my life insurance rates would be sky high.
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat
Can God be so jealous and hateful?
Oh, it’s a sad day! He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead! We’re ruined, lady, we’re ruined! What an awful day! He’s gone. He’s been killed. He’s dead!
He made a gentler decision. You won’t die, but you’ll be banished from the city.
Sir Paris, I’ll make a desperate argument for my child’s love. I think she’ll do whatever I say. No, I think she’ll do all that and more. I have no doubt about it. Wednesday—Wait—What day is today?
These times of pain are bad times for romance. Madam, good night. Give my regards to your daughter. Monday, my lord.
madden i am not well
Will you cry about your cousin’s death forever? Are you trying to wash him out of his grave with tears? If you could, you couldn’t bring him back to life. So stop crying. A little bit of grief shows a lot of love. But too much grief makes you look stupid.