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You yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

The foremost man of all this world.

Activ. Sc. 3.

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

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.

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 mixed in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, This was a man!


There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.

Act i. Sc. i. For her own person, It beggared all description.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.

Activ. Sc. 4.


Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,*
And Phæbus ’gins arise.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Some griefs are med'cinable.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

Act iii. Sc. 6.

* None but the lark so shrill and clear!

Now at Heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.- JOHN LYLY.

Alexander and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1.


How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well.

Act i. Sc. 4.

O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks.

Act ü. Sc. 4.

Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage ! blow !

Act iii. Sc. 2. A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.

Act ii. Sc. 2. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipped of justice.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

I am a man More sinned against than sinning.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

0, that

madness lies ; let me shun that.

Act iü. Sc. 4.
Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these ?

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

The green mantle of the standing pool.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

Act iii. Sc. 4. The prince of darkness is a gentleman. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.

Act iii. Sc. 6.

Patience and sorrow strove, Who should express her goodliest. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Half way

down Hangs one that gathers samphire ; dreadful trade ! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice.

Activ. Sc. 6.

Ay, every inch a king.

Act iv. Sc. 6.

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

Activ. Sc. 6.

Through tattered clothes small vices do appear ;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Activ. Sc. 6.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to scourge us.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low ; an excellent thing in woman.

Act v. Sc. 3. Vex not his ghost : 0, let him pass ! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

Act v. Sc. 3.


Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Act i. Sc. 2.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;
She is a woman, therefore may be won ;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.

Act ii. Sc. I.


The weakest goes to the wall.

Act i. Sc. I.

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Act i. Sc. 1.

One fire burns out another's burning. One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Act i. Sc. 2.

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.

Act i. Sc. 3.

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