O he sits high in all the people's hearts:
And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
By Casca, in Julius Caesar (TLN605-608), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95

-- their hats pluck'd about their Ears, & half their
Faces Buried in their Cloaks
By Lucius, in Julius Caesar (TLN697-698), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95

What watchful cares do interpose themselves betwixt y our eyes & Night?
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN728-729), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95

--yon gray lines, that fret the Clouds are Messengers of Day
By Cinna, in Julius Caesar (TLN734-735), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95

Let not our Looks put on our purposes.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN863), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Look fresh and merrily.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN862), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

I hop'dHoping it was but an Effect of Humour, which sometime
hath his Hour with every man.
By Portia, in Julius Caesar (TLN891-892), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Fortune is merry; & in this Mood will give us any thing
By Antony, in Julius Caesar (TLN1807-1808), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Anth. of Lepidus
/ Though we lay these Honours on this Man to
Ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them, as the Ass bears Gold, To
groan, & sweat under the business, Either led, or driven, as
we point the Way. When he hath brought our Treasure
where we will, Then take we down his Load, & turn
him off, Like to the empty Ass, to shake his Ears &
graze in Commons. /
By Antony, in Julius Caesar (TLN1875-1880), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Shall I be frighted when a Mad man stares?
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN2013), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Fret
till y our proud Hecat break.
By Cassius, in Julius Caesar (TLN2015), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

you yourself are much condemn'd to have an itching palm: y our sell, & mart y our
to sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN1979-1981), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

There is no terror Cassius in y our threats; For I am armed
so strong in honesty, that they pass by me, as the idle
Wind, which I respect not.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN2043-2046), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

The deep of Night is cropt upon our talk; And
Nature must obey Necessity.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN2226-2227), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, & leave them Honey-less
By Cassius, in Julius Caesar (TLN2366-2367), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

That noble Vessel full of Grief, That it runs
over even at his Eyes.
By Clitus, in Julius Caesar (TLN2655-2656), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Constant, as the northern star, of true fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the Firmament. The skies are painted with unnumberd sparks,
By Cassius, in Julius Caesar (TLN1268-1271), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

But there's but one in
All, doth holds his place.
By Cassius, in Julius Caesar (TLN1273), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

White, & Damask War in their nicely-gawded cheeks.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN1135-1136), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97

In human Action, & Capacity of
no more soul, nor fitness for the World, than Camels
in the War, who have their provand, only for bearing
burdens, & sore Blows for sinking under them.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN1176-1180), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97