Julius Cæsar - Continued. As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit, 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 Act ii. Sc. 1. But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers, Act ii. Sc. 1. You are my true and honorable wife, That visit my sad heart. Act ii. Sc. 2. Cowards die many times before their deaths; 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 Cæsar-Continued. Act iii. Sc. 2. Not that I loved Cæsar 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; 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, Cæsar hath wept; Act iii. Sc. 2. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Act iii. Sc. 2. If you 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. Julius Cæsar -Continued. Act iii. Sc. 2. Great Cæsar fell. O what a fall was there, my countrymen! Act iii. Sc. 2. Put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Act iv. Sc. 2. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Act iv. Sc. 3. The foremost man of all this world, I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Act iv. Sc. 3. threats; There is no terror, Cassius, in your Act iv. Sc. 3. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Act iv. Sc. 3. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. Julius Cæsar-Continued. Act v. Sc. 5. His life was gentle, and the elements So mixed in him, that nature might stand up ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. Act i. Sc. 1. There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. Act ii. Sc. 2. For her own person, It beggared all description. Act ii. Sc. 2. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. CYMBELINE. Act ii. Sc. 3. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings. KING LEAR. Act i. Sc. 4. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is, To have a thankless child. Act i. Sc. 4. Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. Act ii. Sc. 4. O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Act iii. Sc. 2. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! Act iii. Sc. 2. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipped of justice. Act iii. Sc. 2. I am a man More sinned against than sinning. Act iii. Sc. 4. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. |