Romeo and Juliet continued.]

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

Act ii. Sc 4.

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am the very pink of courtesy.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

My man's as true as steel.1

Act ii. Sc. 4.

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

Act ii. Sc. 6.

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 't is enough.

A plague o' both your houses!

Act iii. Sc. I.

Act iii. Sc. I.

When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Act iii. Sc. 2.
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Act iii. Sc. 2.

1 'true as steel,' Chaucer, Troilus and Creseide, Book v. Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 2.

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They may seize

On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
Act iii. Sc. 3.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

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

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Act v. Sc. I.

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

Act v. Sc. 3.

Romeo and Juliet continued.]

A feasting presence full of light.

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.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Eyes, look your last :

Arms, take your last embrace!

Act v. Sc. 3.

TIMON OF ATHENS.

But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,

Leaving no tract behind.

Act i. Sc. 1.

We have seen better days.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Are not within the leaf of pity writ.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

I'll example you with thievery:

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing 's a thief. Act iv. Sc. 3.

F

JULIUS CÆSAR.

As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.

Beware the Ides of March!

Act i. Sc. I.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Well, honour is the subject of my story.

I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self
I had as lief not be, as live to be

In awe of such a thing as I myself. Act i. Sc. 2.

Dar'st thou, Cassius, now

Leap in with me into this angry flood,

And swim to yonder point? - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,

And bade him follow.

Help me, Cassius, or I sink!

Act i. Sc. 2.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of such a feeble temper should

So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Julius Cæsar continued.]

Conjure with them,

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
Act i. Sc. 2.

Let me have men about me, that are fat ;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights;
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
He thinks too much such men are dangerous.
Act i. Sc. 2.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit,
That could be mov'd to smile at anything.

Act i. Sc. 2.

But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. Act i. Sc. 2.

Lowliness is

young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost1 round, He then unto the ladder turns his back,

Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
The Genius, and the mortal instruments,

1 'utmost,' Singer, Knight.