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O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.

      — Julius Caesar, Act III Scene 2

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KEYWORD: meditating

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1

All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1]

Parolles

113

Are you meditating on virginity?

2

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Duke/Earl of Somerset

985

Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.

3

Henry VIII
[IV, 2]

Queen Katharine

2632

After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: peace be with him!
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:
I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

4

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Brutus

2198

Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.

5

Richard III
[III, 7]

Duke of Buckingham

2277

Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
But meditating with two deep divines;
Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
But praying, to enrich his watchful soul:
Happy were England, would this gracious prince
Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:
But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.

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