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MAN.

Pray, sir, be patient; ’tis as much impossible,

 
 

MUR.

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?

 
 

MUR.

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?

 
 

CAS.

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

 
 

CASCA.

Are not you mov’d, when all the sway of earth

 
 

BRU.

It must be by his death; and for my part,

 
 

ANT.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

 
 

ANT.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

 
 

ANT.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!

 
 

BRU.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause,

 
 

BAST.

Mad world, mad kings, mad composition!

 
 

PAND.

How green you are and fresh in this old world!

 
 

ARTH.

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,

 
 

HUB.

My lord, they say five moons were seen tonight;

 
 

K. JOHN.

O, when the last accompt ’twixt heaven and earth

 
 

BAST.

But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?

 
 

EDM.

Thou, Nature, art my goddess, to thy law

 
 

KENT.

Fellow, I know thee. A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats;

 
 

EDG.

I heard myself proclaim’d,

 
 

LEAR.

O, reason not the need! our basest beggars

 
 

LEAR.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage, blow!

 
 

LEAR.

Ay, every inch a king!

 
 

LEAR.

You do me wrong to take me out o’ th’ grave:

 
 

MOW.

Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal.

 
 

MOW.

A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,

 
 

GAUNT.

Methinks I am a prophet new inspir’d,

 
 

BULL.

As I was banish’d, I was banish’d Herford,

 
 

K. RICH.

No matter where—of comfort no man speak:

 
 

K. RICH.

What must the King do now? Must he submit?

 
 

K. RICH.

We are amaz’d, and thus long have we stood

 
 

CAR.

Worst in this royal presence may I speak,

 
 

K. RICH.

Alack, why am I sent for to a king

 
 

K. RICH.

I have been studying how I may compare

 
 

ARM.

I do affect the very ground (which is base) where her shoe (which is baser)

 
 

BOYET.

If my observation (which very seldom lies),

 
 

BER.

O, and I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love’s whip,

 
 

MOTH.

No, my complete master, but to jig off a tune at the tongue’s end,

 
 

HOL.

You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the accent. Let me supervise the canzonet.

 
 

BER.

Consider what you first did swear unto:

 
 

BER.

Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.

 
 

BER.

The King he is hunting the deer: I am coursing myself.

 
 

ARM.

Sir, the King is a noble gentleman, and my familiar,

 
 

HOL.

Novi hominem tanquam te.

 
 

BER.

Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.

 
 

BER.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief,

 
 

BOYET.

Under the cool shade of a sycamore

 
 

SERG.

Doubtful it stood,

 
 

MACB.

If it were done, when ’tis done, then ’twere well

 
 

MACB.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

 
 

MACB.

I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?

 
 
 
 
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