i. 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, 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.

Act i. Sc. 2.

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.

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' Cassius 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.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me
for my cause; and be silent that you may hear.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Who is here so base, that would be a bondman?
If any, speak: for him have I offended.

Act iii. Sc. 2..

The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the worl