Act iii. Sc. 2.
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
If you have years, prepare to shed them now.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
See, what a rent the envious Casca made!
Act iii. Sc. 2.
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Great Caesar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Borne to rise and mutiny.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
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,
Which I respect not.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
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.
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_!
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
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