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.

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

Act iii. 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)

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
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.

CORIOLANUS, Act iii. Sc. 1. Hear you this Triton of the minnows?

JULIUS CAESAR.

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 Caesar — 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 I 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.
Why, 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,

Julius Caesar—Continued.

As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing.

Act i. Sc. 2.
But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.

Act ii. Sc. 1.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.

Act ii. Sc. 1.
But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He says, he does; being then most flattered.

Act ii. Sc. 1.
You are my true and honorable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Act iii. Sc. 1.
Though last, not least, in love.

Act iii. Sc. 1.
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of,war.

Act iii. Sc. 2. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear.

Julius Caesar — Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak: for him have I offended.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Act iii. Sc 2.
See, what a rentahe envious Casca made!

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This was the most unkindest cut of all.