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Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Repose in fame.— Tit. And. i. 2

Antony

His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't.— A.C. v. 2

In his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pockets.— A.C. v. 2

The death of Antony 18 not a single doom; in the name lay Amoiety of the world.— A.C. v. 1

Duke Of Bedford

But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, But see his ex quies fulfill'd in Roüen; A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court: But kings and mightiest potentates must die: For that's the end of human misery.— H.VI. PT. I. iii. 2

Brutus

Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself,— J.C. v. 5

And no man else hath honour by his death. According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.— J.C. v. 4.

Coriolanus

Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him; let him be regarded As the noblest corse; that ever herald Did follow to his urn.— C. v. 5.

JULIUS CÆSAR. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man, That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophecy, - Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue! A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war: All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds: And Cæsar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Até by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war. JC..1— SALISBURY

And, that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd.— H. VI. PT. I. ii. 2.