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Julius Caesar — Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Great Caesar fell.

0 what a fall was there, my countrymen!

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, 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.

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 Caesar — 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?

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

King Lear — Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

Act iii. Sc. 4.
I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.

Act iii. Sc. 6.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.

Act iv. Sc. 6. 'Ay, every inch a king.

Act iv. Sc. 6. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

Act iv. Sc. 6.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Act v. Sc. 3.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to scourge us.

Act v. Sc. 3.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.

King Richard III. —Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 4.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.

Act v. Sc. 2.
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.

Act v. Sc. 2.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

Act v. Sc. 3.
The king's name is a tower of strength.

Act v. Sc. 4.
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Act v. Sc. 4.
A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!

KING HENRY VIII.

Act ii. Sc. 3.
Verily
I swear, 't is better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.

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