All of Shakespeare’s plays.
This is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.
This Charmian lived but now; she stood and spake:
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood
And on the sudden dropp'd.
A simple countryman, that brought her figs:
This was his basket.
What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguiled.
Caesar hath sent--
Where is the queen?
Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
All your true followers out.
And time is at his period.
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