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O, now, for ever

Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone!

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.

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To beguile many, and be beguiled by one. Act iv. Sc. 1.

They laugh that win.

Ibid.

But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of

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But, alas, to make me

A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger1 at!

Othello. Act Iv. Sc. 2.

O heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip

To lash the rascals naked through the world!

"T is neither here nor there.

He hath a daily beauty in his life.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Act v. Sc. 1.

This is the night

That either makes me or fordoes me quite.

And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,

I can again thy former light restore,

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,

I know not where is that Promethean heat

That can thy light relume.

One entire and perfect chrysolite.

Ibid.

Ibid.

I have done the state some service, and they know 't.

No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

Nor set down aught in malice: then, must you speak

Of one that loved not wisely but too well:
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away

1 'his slow and moving finger,' Knight, Staunton.

Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

Their medicinal gum.

Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.

I took by the throat the circumcised dog,

And smote him, thus.

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

Give me to drink mandragora.

Ibid.

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Act i. Sc. 5.

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The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that

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I have not kept my square; but that to come
Shall all be done by the rule.

'T was merry when

Act ii. Sc. 3.

You wagered on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.

Come, thou monarch of the vine,

Act in. Sc. 4

Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!

Act ii. Sc. 7

Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens him.

Antony and Cleopatra. Ast iii. Sc. 1.

He wears the rose

Of youth upon him.

Act iii. Sc. 13.

Men's judgments are

A parcel of their fortunes.

To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to 't with delight.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
The shirt of Nessus is upon me.

Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendent rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon 't.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 12.

Act iv. Sc. 14.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,

As water is in water.

I am dying, Egypt, dying.

O, withered is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen.

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion.

For his bounty,

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 15.

There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was
That grew the more by reaping.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 2.

If there be, or ever were, one such,

It's past the size of dreaming.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. Mechanic slaves

With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.

Immortal longings in me.

I have

Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4.

How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.

Act ii. Se. 2.

The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.

As chaste as unsunned snow.

Ibid.

Act ii. Sc. 5.

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Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile.

Weariness

Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth

Finds the down pillow hard.

Act iii. Sc. 4

Act iii. Sc. B.

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