Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
In sooth I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me, you say it wearies you.
NowHyperbaton is the winter of our discontentMetaphor
Made glorious summerMetaphor by this sonParonomasia of York,
Friends, Romans, countrymenExordium, lend me your ears!Synecdoche
I come to bury Caesar,
Romans, countrymen, and lovers,Exordium hear me for my cause,
And let us swear our resolution.
No, not an oath!
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a ColossusSimile, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs,
But soft, behold! Lo where it comes again!
It spreads his arms.
I’ll cross it though it blast me.
Ha! Not for the wide world.
You kill me to deny it.
The time was onceHyperbaton when thou unurged wouldst vowAnastrophe
That never words were music to thine ear,
Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he isEpistrophe?