Tim. Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall, Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, their friendship, may Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee, Take thou that too, with multiplying bans ! The gods confound-hear me, you good gods all— 2 Serv. Act 4, Sc. I. As we do turn our backs Flav. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Tim. Act 4, Sc. 2. I'll example you with thievery :- I give you ;-Act 4, Sc. 3. Flav. What viler thing upon the earth than friends Act 4, Sc. 3. Pain. Promising is the very air o' the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.-Act 5, Sc. I. Tim. What a god's gold, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple Than where swine feed! 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam, Settlest admired reverence in a slave : To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Be crown'd with plagues that thee alone obey! Timon's Epitaph. Act 5, Sc. I. 'Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft : Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked caitiffs left! Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate : Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay not here thy gait.'-Act 5, Sc. 4. JULIUS CÆSAR. Cassius. I cannot tell what you and other men I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.-Act 1, Sc. 2 Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Walk under his huge legs, and creep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.—Act 1, Sc. 2. Cas. Let me have men about me that are fat. Act 1, Sc. 2. Cic. But men may construe things after their fashion, Bru. Act 1, Sc. 3. But 'tis a common proof, Bru. Between the acting of a dreadful thing Bru. The nature of an insurrection. -Act 2, Sc. I. O conspiracy, Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? spiracy; Hide it in smiles and affability: Seek none, con For if thou path, thy native semblance on, To hide thee from prevention.-Act 2, Sc. I. Bru. You are my true and honourable wife; Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; Cæs. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Will come when it will come.-Act 2, Sc. 2. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? Dec. Great Cæsar, Cæs. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Cas. Speak, hands, for me! Cæs. [Casca first, then the other Conspirators and Marcus Brutus, stab Cæsar. Et tu, Brute! Then, fall, Cæsar ! [Dies. Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Act 3, Sc. I. Ant. The choice and master spirit of this age.—Act 3, Sc. I. Ant. Though last, not least in love. +-Act 3, Sc. I. Ant. How like a deer strucken by many princes * Gray, in his poem "The Bard," Pt. I., stanza 3, copied these lines:"Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." + See also Burns' Prologue, spoken at the Theatre, Ellesland :"Last, tho' not least in love;" Collins' "Ode to Liberty: " "Though least, not last in thy esteem." |