Obrazy na stronie

A word and a blow. Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 1.

A plague o' both your houses! Ibid.

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, 't will serve. Ibid.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven 80 fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. Act iii, Sc. 2.

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Ibid.

Was ever book containing such vile matter

So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell

In such a gorgeous palace! Ibid.

Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Act iii. Sc. 3.

They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. Mr.

The damned use that word in hell. Ibid.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Ibid.

Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Ibid.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. Act iii. Be. 5.

Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Ibid.

All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Ibid. Villain and he he many miles asunder.

Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. So, 5.

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Act iv. Sc. 2.

My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. Act v. Sc. 1.

I do remember an apotheeary, —

And hereabouts he dwells. Ibid.

Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. Ibid.

A beggarly account of empty boxes. Ibid.

Famine is in thy cheeks. 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. Ihid.

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

Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Did.

Beanty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. 1hid.

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace ! lhid.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,

Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act i. Se. 1.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Aet i. Se. 2.

Every room Hath blazed with lights and hrayed with minstrelsy.

Act ii. Se. 2. 'T is lack of kindly warmth. Ibid. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Timon of Athena. Act iii, Sc. 5. We have seen better days. Act iv. 8c. 2.

Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I '11 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. Ibid.

As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.

Julius Casar. Act i. W. 1.

The live-long day. Ibid.

Beware the ides of March. Act i. Sc. 2.

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

In awe of such a thing as I myself. Ibid.

'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. Ibid.

Help me, Cassius, or I sink! Ibid.

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.

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 Caesar. Act I. Sc. 2.

Conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar 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 Caesar, 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

T he nature of an insurrection. Ibid. A dish fit for the gods. lbid.

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

That visit my sad heart. Jbid.

Think you I am no stronger than my sex,

Being so fathered and so husbanded? lbid.

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. Act ii. Sc. 2

These things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. lbid

When beggars die, there are no comets seen ;

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Ibid.

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