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Though last, not least in love.1 Julius Caesar. Act iïi. Sc, 1.
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
Ibid. Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? Ibid. If any, speak; for him have I offended. I
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.
But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
1 Though last not least. – SPENSER : Colin Clout, line 444.
Great Cæsar fell. Oh, 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.
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.
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.
1bid. We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
1bid. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity.
Ibid. Brutus. Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. 1bid. 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. Oh, 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!
Sc. 3. 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.
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
What are these
say which grain will grow and which will not.
Stands not within the prospect of belief.
The insane root That takes the reason prisoner.
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.
Ibid. 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.
Ibid. Nothing is But what is not.
Ibid. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Tid. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Nothing in his life
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
Ibid. More is thy due than more than all can pay.
Ibid. Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Sc. 5. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
Ibid. That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose.
Ibid. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under ’t.
Ibid. Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Ibid. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
Sc. 6. The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
Ibid. If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch