Sick now? droop now? This si...

Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.

My long sickness
Of hea...

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

The wound of peace is surety,<...

The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To th' bottom of the worst.

I tell you that which you your...

I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.

Safe in a ditch he bides,

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

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What wound did ever heal but m...

What wound did ever heal but my degrees?

How he in peace is wounded, no...

How he in peace is wounded, not in war.

The private wound is deepest. ...

The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst,
'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!

Fie, fie upon her!
Ther...

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.

Thou whoreson zed, thou unnece...

Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!

He has strangled
His la...

He has strangled
His language in his tears.

You taught me language, and my...

You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!

There was speech in their dumb...

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.

Great Britain and the United S...

Great Britain and the United States are nations separated by a
common language.

I am Sir Oracle,
And wh...

I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

O my prophetic soul!
My...

O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?

There is a history in all men'...

There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased,
The which observed, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.

O God! that one might read th...

O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level. and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea!

Believe me, lords, my tender y...

Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
Civil dissension is a viperous worm
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

If they perceive dissension in...

If they perceive dissension in our looks
And that within ourselves we disagree,
How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
To willfull disobedience, and rebel!