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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)

1294

With an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you.

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

1295

You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops 1
That visit my sad heart.

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

1296

Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father’d and so husbanded?

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

1297

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

1298

These things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

1299

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

1300

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

1301

Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.