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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.

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!


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.


Act ii. Sc. 3.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings.

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

Act iïi. Sc. 6.

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


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,

man's cheeks.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

Act jji. 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 jui. 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.


Act i. Sc. 1.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Act i. Sc. 2.

One fire burns out another's burning. One pain is lessened by another's anguish..

Act i. Sc. 5.
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Act i. Sc. 5.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek !

Act ii. Sc. 2. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo ?

Act ii. Sc. 2.
What's in a name ? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Than twenty of their swords.

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