King Henry VIII.- Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

And then to breakfast with

What appetite you have.

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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.

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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.

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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.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

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And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

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 I was, I plunged in,

And bade him follow.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,

Julius Cæsar- Continued.

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

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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.

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Though last, not least, in love.

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Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.

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

Julius Cæsar - Continued.

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Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome

more.

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

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

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For Brutus is an honorable man;

So are they all, all honorable men.

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When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept ;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

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But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might

Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.

If you

Act iii. Sc. 2.

have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

See, what a rent the envious Casca made!

Act iii. Sc. 2.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.