Romeo and Juliet-Continued. Act ii. Sc. 2. At lover's perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. Act ii. Sc. 2. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, 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 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. a church-door; but 't is enough. Act iii. Sc. 3. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Act iii. Sc. 5. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day 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. Arms, take your Act v. Sc. 3. Eyes, look your last! 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 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. 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, 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. 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. |