| Shakespeare: 
        "It is not a comedy I am writing now. A broad river divides 
        my lovers - family, duty, fate - as unchangeable as nature." 
 
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      | Viola: 
        "Master 
        Will, poet dearest to my heart, I beseech you, banish me from yours - 
        I am to marry Lord Wessex - a daughter's duty." 
 
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      | Henslowe: 
        It starts well, and then it's all long-faced about some Rosaline. Where's 
        the comedy, Will. Where's the dog? 
 
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      | Wessex: 
        Now pay attention, Nursy. The Queen, Gloriana Regina, God's Chosen Vessel, 
        the Radiant One, who shines her light upon us, is at Greenwich today, 
        and prepared, during the evening's festivities, to bestow her gracious 
        favour on my choice of wife - and if we're late for lunch, the old boot 
        will not forgive. So get you to my lady's chamber and produce her with 
        or without her under garments." 
 
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      | Alleyn: 
        Silence, you dog! I am Hieronimo! I am Tamberlaine! I am Faustus! 
        I am Barrabas, the Jew of Malta - oh yes, Master Will, and I am Henry 
        VI. What is the play and what is my part? 
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      | Queen 
        Elizabeth: Yes, the illusion is remarkable and your error, Mr. 
        Tilney, is easily forgiven, but I know something of a woman in a man's 
        profession, yes, by God, I do know about that.... 
 
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      | Tilney: 
        I arrest you in the name of Queen Elizabeth...Everybody! the Admiral's 
        Men, The Chamberlain's Men, and every one of you ne'er-do-wells who stands 
        in contempt of the authority invested in me by her Majesty. 
 
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      | Stage 
        Nurse: "Madame, your mother craves a word with you." 
 
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      | Burbage: 
        Where is that thieving hack who can't keep his own pen in his ink pot? 
 
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      | Dr. 
        Moth: Tell me, are you lately humbled in the act of love? 
 
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      | Viola's 
        Nurse: Well-monied is the same as well-born, and well-married is 
        more so. Lord Wessex was looking at you tonight. 
 
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      | Fennyman: 
        A play takes time. Find actors...rehearsals...let's say open in three 
        weeks. That's - what - five hundred groundlings at tuppence each, in addition 
        four hundred backsides at three pence - a penny extra for a cushion, call 
        it two hundred cushions, say two performances for safety - how much is 
        that Mr. Frees? 
 
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      | Wabash: 
        "T-t-t-two h-h-households b-both alike in d-d-d-dignity." |