King Richard III. – Continued.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.

I that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my

Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.

Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace,
Hare no delight to pass away the time.

Act i. Sc. 2.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits.

Act i. Sc. 2.
Was ever woman in this humor wooed ?
Was ever woman in this humor won ?

Act i. Sc. 4.
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.

Act iv. Sc. 2.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.

Act iv. Sc. 4.
Let not the heavens hear tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.

King Richard III. - Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.

Act v. Sc. 2.
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.

Act v. Sc. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

Act v. Sc. 3.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

Act v. Sc. 4.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Act v. Sc. 4.
A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!


Act ii. Sc. 3.

I swear, 't is better to be lowly born,

with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.

King Henry VIII.- Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

And then to breakfast with What appetite you have.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness !
This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.
Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye.

O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors !
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,

and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.

Act ii. Sc. 2. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends, thou aimest at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

King Henry VIII. —

- Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

Act v. Sc. 2. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.


Act iii. Sc. 3.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin

Act iii. Sc. 3.
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.


Act iii. Sc. 1. Hear you

this Triton of the minnows?


Act i. Sc. 2. Beware the Ides of March !

Act i. Sc. 2.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self,

Julius Cæsar -- Continued.

I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Dar’st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point? - Upon the word, Accoutred as


was, I plunged in, And bade him follow.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone.

Act i. Sc. 2. Wly, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep

about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Act i. Sc. 2.
Let me have men about me, that are fat;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights ;
Yond’ Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.

Act i. Sc. 2.
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,

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