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With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops 1 That visit my sad heart.

Ibid. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded ?

Ibid. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.

Sc. 2. These things are beyond all use, And I do fear them.

Ibid. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Ibid.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

Jbid.
Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.

Act iii. Sc. 1. But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

Ibid. Et tu, Brute !

Ibid. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

Ibid. The choice and master spirits of this age.

Ibid.

1 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. - GRAY: The Bard, i. 3, line 12.

Though last, not least in love. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
0, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers !
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.

Ibid. Cry “Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.

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

Sc. 2. Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more.

Ibid. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? Ibid.

If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

Ibid. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

Ibid For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.

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

Ibid. O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.

Ibid. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.

Ibid. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Ibid. See what a rent the envious Casca made.

Ibid. This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Ibid.

1 Though last not least. - SPENSER : Colin Clout, line 444.

Great Cæsar fell. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2 What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. Ibid. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.

Ibid. I only speak right on.

Ibid. Put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Ibido When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Act iv. Sc. 2.

You yourself Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm. Sc. 3. The foremost man of all this world.

Ibid. I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

Ibid. I said, an elder soldier, not a better : Did I say “better” ?

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

Ibid. Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so ? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts : Dash him to pieces !

Ibid. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Ibid.

Ibid.

All his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote.

Julius Cæsar. Act it. 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.

Ibid. We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.

Ibid. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity. Brutus. Then I shall see thee again ? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. Ibid. But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.

Act v. Sc. 1. Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

Ibid. O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come!

Ibid. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! This was the noblest Roman of them all.

Sc. 5. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, “ This was a man!”

Ibid. 1 W. When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain ? 2 W. When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle's lost and won.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1. Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Ibid Banners flout the sky.

Sc. 2

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Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Dwindle, peak, and pine.

Ibid.
What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't ?

Ibid. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Stands not within the prospect of belief.
The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.

The insane root
That takes the reason prisoner.

Ibid.

Ibid.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.

Toid.
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.

Ibid. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings.

Nothing is But what is not.

Ibid. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.

Ibid. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

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