human
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men.
gpt
Passion I see is catching; from mine eyes.
human
Cæsar has had great wrong.--Has he, _my_ masters?
gpt
Read the will. We will hear it Antony; You shall read us the will. _Read_ Cæsar's will.
human
For I have neither writ, nor words, nor worth.
gpt
One that feeds On objects, arts, and imitations,
human
Our best friends made, our means stretch'd _to the utmost_.
gpt
Of Malone's reading Mr. Collier says,
human
as if the 2nd folio was an authority! And
gpt
Brutus, _bay_ not me.
human
Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn'd by rote To cast into my teeth.
gpt
Cicero one!--_Yes_; Cicero is dead.
human
Came on refresh'd, new-aided, and encourag'd.
gpt
This is my birthday; as this very day.
human
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
gpt
To weep; whose every passion fully strives.
human
Must change his horns with garlands.
gpt
And, fertile every wish, a million.
human
Saw you my lord?--No, lady.
gpt
Extended Asia from Euphrates, _and_ His conquering banners shook from Syria.
human
Antony thou would'st say.--Oh, _no_, my lord.
gpt
Oh! then we bring forth weeds When our quick minds lie still, and our ills told us Is as our earing.
human
And the siege is now against the _wind_; and in Cymb. (ii. 4)
gpt
Now _w_ingled with their courages.
human
And get her love to part.
gpt
Tempt him not so too far. I wish forbear.