Comparison of William Shakespeare Cymbeline 3.1 to William Shakespeare

Are men more order’d than when Julius Caesar [continues next]

That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar [continues next]

(Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than [continues next]

Now say, Chatillion, what would France with us?

[continues previous] Are men more order’d than when Julius Caesar

[continues previous] (Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than

When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,

O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!

No less in pity than his glory which [continues next]

In no less working than are swords and bows [continues next]

[continues previous] No less in pity than his glory which

[continues previous] Which entertain’d, limbs are his instruments,

[continues previous] In no less working than are swords and bows

And in a word, but even now worth this, [continues next]

[continues previous] Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, [continues next]

[continues previous] And in a word, but even now worth this, [continues next]

[continues previous] Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks,

O, I know where you are. Nay, ’tis true. There was never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams, and Caesar’s thrasonical brag of “I came, saw, and overcame.” For your brother and my sister no sooner met but they look’d; no sooner look’d but they lov’d; no sooner lov’d

... itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, Veni, vidi, vici; which to annothanize in the vulgar — O base and obscure vulgar! — videlicet, He came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? The king. Why did he come? To see. Why did he see? To overcome. To whom came he? To the beggar. What saw he? The beggar. Who overcame he? The beggar. The conclusion is victory; on whose side? The king’s. The captive is enrich’d; on whose side? ...

Burn bright with sacred fires, and the altars [continues next]

[continues previous] Burn bright with sacred fires, and the altars

Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen

There is no more such masters. I may wander

Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he,

There’s no more to be said, but he is banish’d

... kind, so apt, so bless’d a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested. This broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.

To pay him tribute and submit thyself,

And a man’s life’s no more than to say “one.”

But I am very sorry, good Horatio,

Let nature crush the sides o’ th’ earth together,

The sides o’ th’ world may danger. Much is breeding,

To what we wildly do, so we profess [continues next]

[continues previous] To what we wildly do, so we profess

[continues previous] Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies

I am sorry that I am deceiv’d in him. [continues next]

I’ faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. [continues next]

Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us? [continues next]

[continues previous] I am sorry that I am deceiv’d in him.

[continues previous] I’ faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.

[continues previous] Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us?

[continues previous] When Julius Caesar (whose remembrance yet

Quiet and gentle thy conditions! For [continues next]

Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world [continues next]

Exton, I thank thee not, for thou hast wrought

[continues previous] Quiet and gentle thy conditions! For

’Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians,

And that the legions now in Gallia are

Well, you have killed me, sir, and there’s an [continues next]

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We shall hear soon what his father will do, and so proceed accordingly. I have no great heart to the business, neither will I with any violence oppose it: but leave it to that power which rules in these conjunctions, and there’s an end. Come, haste we homeward, girl.

I profess, a fox might earth in the hollowness of your heart, neighbor, and there’s an end. If I were to give a bad conscience its true likeness, it should be drawn after a very near neighbor to a certain poor neighbor of yours. — Neighbor! With a pox!

Ay, then your grace had had a son more; he, a daughter; and I, an heir: but let it be as ’tis, I cannot mend it; one way or other, I shall rub it over, with rubbing to my grave, and there’s an end on’t.

Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he. Graces will appear, and there’s an end.

Will you not tell me who told you so?

Whom I adopt my friends. A day or two

Let us look sadly, and give grace unto

... If he do come in my way, so; if he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honor as Sir Walter hath. Give me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honor comes unlook’d for, and there’s an end.

... time shall serve, there shall be smiles — but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron. It is a simple one, but what though? It will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man’s sword will; and there’s an end.

Achilles bids you welcome.

[continues previous] Well, you have killed me, sir, and there’s an