All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Ho! Noble captain, come.
No, to my cabin.
These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out!
The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all,
That it might go on wheels!
Aside For this,
I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more.
Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more.
These three world-sharers, these competitors,
Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable;
And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
All there is thine.
Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.
But entertain it,
And, though thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.
Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.
Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
Aside to POMPEY If for the sake of merit thou
wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
Aside to POMPEY Forsake thy seat, I do beseech
And hear me speak a word.
Aside to POMPEY Pompey, a word.
Come, let's away.
And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard?
I have a health for you.
Who would not have his wife so?
I think the policy of that purpose made more in the
marriage than the love of the parties.
Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together.
Pray ye, sir?
True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony
here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking.
Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
No slander; they steal hearts.
All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
And you by land.
Nor what I have done by water.
We have, sir.
Aside Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have
made this treaty.--You and I have known, sir.
I cannot hope
Caesar and Antony shall well greet together:
His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar;
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
Not moved by Antony.
From Silvius, sir.
Caesar and Lepidus
Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry.
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