My second project

searching for the word " thy" using the concordancer from   Julius   Caesar

1 deerer then thy death, To see thy Antony making his peace, Shaki
2 thy Rule? What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on? You sir, wh
3 as fast as they streame forth thy blood, It would become me bett
4 go in a while, And by and by thy bosome shall partake The secre
5 s, and base Spaniell fawning: Thy Brother by decree is banished:
6 ld thee, take this Garland on thy Brow, Thy Brutus bid me giue i
7 ake this Garland on thy Brow, Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, an
8 ost Noble, in the presence of thy Coarse, Had I as many eyes, as
9 ost thou lye so lowe? Are all thy Conquests, Glories, Triumphes,
10 piracie, Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous Brow by Night, When
11 t not greeue thee deerer then thy death, To see thy Antony makin
12 r Brut. I should not vrge thy duty past thy might, I know yo
13 me, what thou art Ghost. Thy euill Spirit Brutus? Bru. Wh
14 then my Sword, and turne away thy face, While I do run vpon it.
15 , that euer Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends I owe mo teare
16 Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes? Most Noble, in the prese
17 Caesar pardon: As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall, To be
18 braue Cassius? Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they Put
19 e will follow, thou receiuest Thy full Petition at the hand of B
20 ay Was Cassius borne. Giue me thy hand Messala: Be thou my witne
21 ish'd Brother? Bru. I kisse thy hand, but not in flattery Caes
22 rd of mouth- O Caesar! Ant. Thy heart is bigge: get thee a-par
23 orgetfull. Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a-while, And touch
24 s, thou art Noble: yet I see, Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrough
25 ll say I am not well, And for thy humor, I will stay at home. En
26 e did'st thou fall, and heere thy Hunters stand Sign'd in thy Sp
27 eauie eyes a-while, And touch thy Instrument a straine or two
28 thou do'st nod, thou break'st thy Instrument, Ile take it from t
29 Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument? Luc. Heere in th
30 urd'rous slumber! Layest thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy, That
31 a Carpenter Mur. Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule? W
32 thy Spoyle, and Crimson'd in thy Lethee. O World! thou wast the
33 t a Fellow of a good respect: Thy life hath had some smatch of H
34 then I swore thee, sauing of thy life, That whatsoeuer I did bi
35 r. Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went si
36 prythee Strato, stay thou by thy Lord, Thou art a Fellow of a g
37 The mighty Gods defend thee. Thy Louer, Artemidorus. Heere will
38 in thine, Began to water. Is thy Master comming? Ser. He lies
39 yes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant R
40 Masters man. Strato, where is thy Master? Stra. Free from the
41 should not vrge thy duty past thy might, I know yong bloods look
42 auerne darke enough, To maske thy monstrous Visage? Seek none Co
43 Affabilitie: For if thou path thy natiue semblance on, Not Erebu
44 more. O setting Sunne: As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to
45 ere is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule? What dost thou with thy
46 etellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes
47 itoll: A man no mightier then thy selfe, or me, In personall act
48 thou sleep'st; awake, and see thy selfe: Shall Rome, &c. speake,
49 Fla. But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day? Why do'st thou le
50 Caesar, O 'tis true: If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now, Shal
51 Caesar, thou art mighty yet, Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turn
52 e thy Hunters stand Sign'd in thy Spoyle, and Crimson'd in thy L
53 Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurres in him, Till he haue b
54 if thou wer't the Noblest of thy Straine, Yong-man, thou could'
55 hem. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. I, if Me
56 shed this costly Blood. Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophesie, (W