Romeo and Juliet continued.] 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. My man's as true as steel.1 Act ii. Sc. 4. Here comes the lady. —O, so light a foot Act ii. Sc. 6. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough. A plague o' both your houses! Act iii. Sc. I. Act iii. Sc. I. When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, Act iii. Sc. 2. Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 'true as steel,' Chaucer, Troilus and Creseide, Book v. Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 2. [Romeo and Juliet continued. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Act iii. Sc. 3. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Act v. Sc. I. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! Act v. Sc. 3. Romeo and Juliet continued.] A feasting presence full of light. Act v. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Act v. Sc. 3. Eyes, look your last : Arms, take your last embrace! Act v. Sc. 3. TIMON OF ATHENS. But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. Act i. Sc. 1. We have seen better days. Act iv. Sc. 2. Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Act iv. Sc. 3. I'll example you with thievery: 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. Act iv. Sc. 3. F JULIUS CÆSAR. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. Beware the Ides of March! Act i. Sc. I. Act i. Sc. 2. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men In awe of such a thing as I myself. Act i. Sc. 2. Dar'st 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! Act i. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 2. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, Act i. Sc. 2. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Act i. Sc. 2. Julius Cæsar continued.] Conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Let me have men about me, that are fat ; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, Act i. Sc. 2. But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. Act i. Sc. 2. Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost1 round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. Act ii. Sc. I. Between the acting of a dreadful thing, 1 'utmost,' Singer, Knight. |