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Romeo and Juliet — Continued.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
At lover's perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

0 swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Act ii. Sc. 3.
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.

Act ii. Sc. 4.
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am the very pink of courtesy.

Act ii. Sc. 4.
My man's as true as steel.

Act ii. Sc. 6.
Here comes the lady ; — O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

Act iii. Sc. 1.
A plague o' both the houses!

Romeo and Juliet — Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 1. Rom. Courage, man! the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Act iii. Sc. 5.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Act iv. Sc. 2.
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Act v. Sc. 1.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.

Act v. Sc. 1.
A beggarly account of empty boxes.

Act v. Sc. 1.
My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Act. v. Sc. 3.
Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Act v. Sc. 3.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!

HAMLET.

Act i. Sc. 1.
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Act i. Sc. 1
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

Act i. Sc. 1. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons.

Act i. Sc. 1.
Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.

Act i. Sc. 2.
The head is not more native to the heart.

Act i. Sc. 2.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Act i. Sc. 2.
Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems.

Hamlet — Continued.

Act i. Sc. 2.
But I have that within which passeth show;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Act i. Sc. 2.
0 that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter I 0 God! 0 God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!

That it should come to this!

Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.

Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.

Frailty, thy name is woman!
A little month.

Like Niobe, all tears.

My father's brother; but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Hamlet — Continued.

Act i. Sc. 2.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Act i. Sc. 2.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

Act i. Sc. 2.
A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger.

Act i. Sc. 3.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth.

Act i. Sc. 3.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;

For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Act i. Sc. 3.
Springes to catch woodcocks.

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