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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 neeessary end,
Will come when it will come. Julius Caesar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Cas. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Caesar; but not gone. Act iii. Sc. 1.
But I am constant as the northern star,
Et tu, Brute! lhid.
The choice and master spirits of this age. ihid.
Though last, not least in love. ihid.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding pieee 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. ihid.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Aet iii. Sc. 2.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. lhid.
Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? 1hid.
If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. ihid.
Friends, Romans, eountrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones. ihid.
For Brutus is an honourable man;
Julius Caesar. Act iii. Se. 2.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Ibid.
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Ibid.
But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence. Ibid.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Ibid.
See what a rent the envious Cascu made. Ibid.
This was the most unkindest cut of all. Ibid.
Great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. Ibid.
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. Ibid.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man. Ibid.
I only speak right on. Ibid.
Put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Ibid.
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Act W. Sc. 2.
Julius Caesar. Act iv. Se. 3.
The foremost man of all this world. ihid.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman. lhid.
I said, an elder soldier, not a better :
Did I say 'better '? ihid.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am armed so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Whieh I respeet not. 1hid.
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderhoits;
Dash him to pieces ! Ibid.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. lhid.
All his faults observed, Set in a note-hook, learned, and eonned by rote. lhid.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries. 1hid.
We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. lhid.
The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity. lhid. Brutus. Then I shall see thee again?
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
Julius Caesar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made. Act v. Sc. 1.
O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! Ibid.
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Act v. Sc. 3.
This was the noblest Roman of them all. Act v. Sc. 5.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, 'This was a man!' Ibid.
1 W. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 W. When the hurlyburly 's done,
When the battle 's lost and won.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1. Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Ibid.
Banners flout the sky. Act i. Sc. 2.
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid. Act I. Sc. 3.
Dwindle, peak, and pine. Ibid.
What are these So withered and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? • Ibid.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not. Ibid. Stands not within the prospect of helief.
Macheth. Act i. Se. 3.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Ibid.
The insane root That takes the reason prisoner. lhid.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's
In deepest consequence. ihid.
Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. Ihia.
And make my seated heart knoek at my ribs,
Against the use of nature. Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings. Ibid.
Nothing is But what is not. lhid.
If ehanee will have me king, why, chance may crown me. ihid.
Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. 1hid.
Nothing in his life Beeame him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 't were a careless trifle. Act i. Se. 4.
There 's no art To find the mind's eonstruetion in the face. Ibid.
More is thy due than more than all can pay. 1hid.