Shakespeare Cats

Susan Herbert´s cats (I)

Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

And all the clouds that lour´d upon our house

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

(Richard III)

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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend

me your ears;

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise

him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their

bones;

So let it be with Caesar.

(Julius Caesar)

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I will be master of what is mine own-

She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,

My household stuff, my field, my barn,

My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything.

(The taming of the shrew)

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O,beware,my lord, of jealousy;

It is the green-ey´d monster which doth mock

The meat it feeds on.

(Othello)

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