And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not. Had I but served my God with half the zeal An old man, broken with the storms of state, He gave Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iv. Sc. 2. his honours to the world again, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Act iii. Sc. 3. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, 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. Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, Acti. Sc. 2. And swim to yonder point?-Upon the word, And bade him follow. Acti. Sc. 2. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should Acti. Sc. 2. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Acti. Sc. 2. Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods. Acti. Sc. 2. Let me have men about me that are fat; Acti. Sc. 2. Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. Acti. Sc. 2. Between the acting of a dreadful thing Act ii. Sc. 1. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. Act ii. Sc. 1. Act ii. Sc. 1. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Act ii. Sc. 2. 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-fixed and resting quality Act iii. Sc. I. The choice and master spirits of this age. Act iii. Sc. 1. Though last, not least, in love. Act iii. Sc. I. Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war. Act iii. Sc. I. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for 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. Act iii. Sc. 2. The evil that men do lives after them; Act iii. Sc. 2. For Brutus is an honourable man; Act iii. Sc. 2. When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept ; Act iii. Sc. z. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, 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 only speak right on. Put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 2. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Activ. Sc. 2. |