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Julius Cæsar -- 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 i. 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 i. Sc. 2.
Coward 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 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;
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, Cæsar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

But yesterday, the word of Cæsar 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 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,
Than such a Roman.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ;
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

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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
And say to all the world, This was a man!

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.

Act iii. Sc. 2. Some griefs are med'cinable.

Act iii. Sc. 6.

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

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,
Stain

my
man's cheeks.

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,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these ?

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Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.

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