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KING LEAR.

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

Acti. Sc. 4.

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

Acti. Sc. 4.

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

Act ii. Sc. 4.

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

A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.

Tremble, thou wretch,

That hast within thee undivulged crimes,

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Unwhipped of justice.

I am a man

More sinned against than sinning.

O, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iii. 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.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

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.

Activ. 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.

Her voice was ever soft,

Act v. Sc. 3.

Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.

Act v. Sc. 3.

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

Act v. Sc. 3.

TITUS ANDRONICUS.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

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

ROMEO AND JULIET.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Acti. Sc. 2.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Acti. Sc. 1.

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Acti. 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.

Acti. Sc. 3.

For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.

Acti. Sc. 4

O, then I see, Queen Mab hath been with you,
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Acti. Sc. 4

True, I talk of dreams;

Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Acti. Sc. 4.

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Acti. Sc. 5.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late.

Acti. Sc. 5.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Acti. Sc. 2.

What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

Act. Sc. 2.

Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Than twenty of their swords.

Act . Sc. 2.

At lovers' perjuries,

They say, Jove laughs.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,—

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

The god of my idolatry.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Nor aught so good, but, strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

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.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

My man's as true as steel.

Here comes the lady ;-O, so light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. Act ii. Sc. 6.

A plague o' both the houses!

Act iii. Sc. 1.

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