Though last, not least in love.1 Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. Oh, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! That ever lived in the tide of times. Cry"Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. cause, and be silent that you may hear. Ibid. Ibid. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my Sc. 2. Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? Ibid. Ibid. If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. Ibid. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; 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: Ibid. O judgment thou art fled to brutish beasts, Ibid. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, 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. Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man. I only speak right on. Put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar that should move When love begins to sicken and decay, Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. 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? A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, Ibid. Ibid. All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; 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, Ibid. Brutus. Then I shall see thee again? Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! Oh, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 3. Sc. 5. This was the noblest Roman of them all. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up 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. Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid. Dwindle, peak, and pine. What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. Ibid. 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. And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Ibid. Nothing is But what is not. Ibid. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ibid. Nothing in his life. Became him like the leaving it; he died There's no art Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. To find the mind's construction in the face. Ibid. More is thy due than more than all can pay. Ibid. It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Yet do I fear thy nature; What thou wouldst highly, Sc. 5. That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, 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 Sc. 6. Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well Ibid. |