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Act v. Sc. 2.
To dance attendance on their lords.h.i.+p's pleasures.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin
Act iii. Sc. 3.
And, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.
CORIOLa.n.u.s.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Hear you this Triton of the minnows?
JULIUS CAESAR.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Beware the Ides of March!
Act i. Sc. 2.
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.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Dar'st thou, Ca.s.sius, 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.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Ye G.o.ds, 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.
Act i. Sc. 2.
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 dishonorable graves.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights; Yond' Ca.s.sius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Act i. Sc. 2.
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 anything.
Act i. Sc. 2.
But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
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.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Yon are my true and honorable wife, As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Though last, not least, in love.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Cry _Havoc_, and let slip the dogs of war.
