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,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

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.
Ilere comes the lady ; — O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

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. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door ; but 'tis enough.

Act iii. Sc. 3. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Act iii. Sc. 5.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

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. y. Sc. 3.

Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your 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 Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad, The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is the time.

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,
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 ii. 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 ii. Sc. 2.
Cowards 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 Caesar - 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.