[Julius Cæsar continued.

Are then in council; and the state of man,

Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

Act ii. Sc. I.

But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He says, he does, being then most flattered.

Act ii. Sc. I.

You are my true and honourable wife;
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons, and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Act ii. Sc. 2.

princes.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament.

Julius Cæsar continued.]

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man

That ever lived in the tide of times.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Cry "Havock!" and let slip the dogs of war.

Act iii. Sc. I.

hear me for

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! my cause; and be silent that you may hear.

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. I pause for a reply.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

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.

For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

O judgment thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason!

Act iii. Sc. 2.

[Julius Cæsar continued.

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.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Great Cæsar fell.

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen !

Act iii. Sc. 2.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is.

I only speak right on.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Put a tongue

In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

Julius Cæsar continued.]

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 arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

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!

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.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius.
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why, then this parting was well made.

Act v. Sc. I.

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

Act v. Sc. 3.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

Act v. 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!” Act v. Sc. 5.

MACBETH.

I Witch. When shall we three meet again,

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle 's lost and won.

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ;

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?

Act i. Sc. 3.

If you can look into the seeds of time,

And say which grain will grow, and which will

not.

Stands not within the prospect of belief.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

And these are of them.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The insane root

That takes the reason prisoner.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

The instruments of darkness tell us truths ;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

Act i. Sc. 3.