Villain and he be many miles asunder.

Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.

I do remember an apothecary,-
And hereabouts he dwells.

Meagre were his looks,

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

The world is not thy friend nor the world's law.

Ibid.

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Ibid.

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! Act v. Sc. 3.

Her beauty makes

This vault a feasting presence full of light.

Ibid.

Beauty's ensign yet

Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Ibid.

Eyes, look your last!

Arms, take your last embrace!

Ibid.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.

Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Timon of Athens.

Act iii. Sc. 5.

We have seen better days.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Are not within the leaf of pity writ.

I'll example you with thievery :

Act iv. Sc. 3.

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea: the moon 's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun :
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.
As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.

The live-long day.

Beware the ides of March.

Ibid.

Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1.

Well, honour is the subject of my story.
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

Ibid.

Act i. Sc. 2.

In awe of such a thing as I myself.

'Darest thou, Cassius, now

Leap in with me into this angry flood,

And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,

Accoutred as I was, I plunged in

And bade him follow.

Help me, Cassius, or I sink!

Ye gods, it doth amaze me

A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Conjure with 'em,

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,

That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!

Ibid.

There was a Brutus once that would have brooked

The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome

As easily as a king.

Ibid.

Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

Ibid.

He reads much;

He is a great observer and he looks

Quite through the deeds of men.

Ibid.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit

That could be moved to smile at any thing.

Ibid.

But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.

Ibid.

'T is a common proof,

That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;

But when he once attains the upmost 'round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

Ibid.

Ibid.

A dish fit for the gods.

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,

He says he does, being then most flattered.

Ibid.

With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you.

Ibid.

You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart.

Ibid.

Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so fathered and so husbanded?

Ibid.

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

These things are beyond all use,

And I do fear them.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Ibid.

1 'utmost,' Singer.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.

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

Et tu, Brute!

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

Ibid.

The choice and master spirits of this age.

Ibid.

Though last, not least in love.

Ibid.

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.

Ibid.

Cry Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war.

Ibid.

cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome

more.

Who is here so base that would be a bondman?

Ibid.

Ibid.

If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

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.

Ibid.

Ibid.