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This is because if he kills the buffalo, he will suffer loss. Listening to this, Bitto gets very angry. She thinks of an idea and asks her husband to go back to the field and tell the lion that she is bringing him a big fat horse.

The peasant does accordingly. Next in this story of Class 3 Rimjhim Book, Bitto comes to field riding a horse. She starts telling that the peasant told her he had caught four lions, but now she can see only one. She then agrees that one lion is still enough for lunch. On hearing this, the lion runs away in fear. Bitto boasts of her bravery to her husband. The lion and wolf together plan and come to the field.

Even after seeing this, Bitto remains firm and convinces the lion that the wolf has fooled him. The lion again runs away and never comes back. Bitto and her husband continue to live in peace. Chapter 6: Humse Sab Kehte Hai. This is a beautiful poem about various things in nature. The poet has composed this poem from the perspective of a little kid who wonders why nature does not have restrains, while he is restricted from doing so many things.

He wonders why no one restricts how sun and moon shines, wind blows, or clouds pour. The child compares this to his life.

He tells how his brother asks him not to go here and there, his mother tells him not to mess up the house with his toys, and his father warns him to play outside. It amazingly presents how a child who is unhappy with restrictions questions why no one ever commands or restricts the nature. Chapter 7: Tiptipwa. Tiptipwa is a popular folk-tale which originated in Uttar Pradesh.

This chapter in the Rimjhim 3 Book is a story about a grandmother and his grandson. Every night the grandmother used to tell stories to the grandson on his request.

One sudden night, it rains heavily, and entire village gets flooded. Insisting on telling a story, the grandmother sighs and asks for relief from rain or Tiptipwa. The grandson astonishingly asks who is Tiptipwa and if it is more powerful than a tiger. That night itself a tiger comes to their hut to protect itself from heavy rain. On overhearing their conversation, he assumes that Tiptipwa is a huge animal. The tiger leaves in fear. On the other hand, a laundryman cannot find his mule since morning.

While looking for it, he mistakes the tiger for his mule and beats it. The tiger thinks this might be dangerous Tiptipwa. To save its life, the tiger starts following his instructions. Chapter 8: Bandar Baant. One fine day, the cats find a piece of bread and start fighting over it. Both of them were unwilling to share the food.

Closeby, a monkey, had been watching this tiff between them. He comes in and tells them that he has a solution. He brings a balancing scale to divide the bread into two equal halves. However, the monkey was incredibly sly.

He kept eating the bread part by part to make them weigh same. The cats soon understood the monkey's intention and asked him to return the remaining bit of bread. The monkey refuses and eats the whole of it instead.

On seeing this, both the cats are taken aback. This chapter teaches students that getting into a fight is never the solution to a problem. Chapter 9: Akal Badi Ya Bhains. This chapter in Hindi Rimjhim Class 3 is a story about two men. One of them is named Avanti, and another is a wrestler. The wrestler boasts of his power and says that no one can beat him when it comes to strength.

Avanti uses his wits and thinks of a clever plan to teach a lesson to the wrestler. Both of them come near a wall. Avanti asks the wrestler to throw a handkerchief on the other side of the wall.

The wrestler thinks it is such an easy task. On trying, he fails to throw it because of its extremely lightweight.

On doing this, the handkerchief is easily sent on the other side of the wall. This chapter teaches students that wit always wins. One of them is named Kyun Jimal because he keeps asking Kyun or why in everything. The other friend is Kaisalliya because he only asked Kaise or how every time. The entire village was irritated by this habit of theirs. Guruji was initially answering their questions patiently.

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First Citizen If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Second Citizen Poor soul! Fourth Citizen Now mark him, he begins again to speak. And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men. All The will, the will! You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!

Fourth Citizen They were traitors: honourable men! All The will! Second Citizen They were villains, murderers: the will!

Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? Several Citizens Come down. Second Citizen Descend. Third Citizen You shall have leave. First Citizen Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. Second Citizen Room for Antony, most noble Antony. Several Citizens Stand back; room; bear back. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. First Citizen O piteous spectacle! Second Citizen O noble Caesar! Third Citizen O woful day! Fourth Citizen O traitors, villains! First Citizen O most bloody sight! Second Citizen We will be revenged. All Revenge!

Let not a traitor live! First Citizen Peace there! They that have done this deed are honourable: What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it: they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.

Third Citizen Away, then! All Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony! Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of. All Most true. The will! To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. Second Citizen Most noble Caesar!

Third Citizen O royal Caesar! ANTONY Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! First Citizen Never, never. Come, away, away! Take up the body. Second Citizen Go fetch fire. Third Citizen Pluck down benches.

Fourth Citizen Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt! Enter a Servant How now, fellow! Servant Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing. Bring me to Octavius. Enter Citizens First Citizen What is your name? Second Citizen Whither are you going?

Third Citizen Where do you dwell? Fourth Citizen Are you a married man or a bachelor? Second Citizen Answer every man directly. First Citizen Ay, and briefly.

Fourth Citizen Ay, and wisely. Third Citizen Ay, and truly, you were best. Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor?

Then, to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor. Proceed; directly. First Citizen As a friend or an enemy? Second Citizen That matter is answered directly. Fourth Citizen For your dwelling,—briefly. Third Citizen Your name, sir, truly. Fourth Citizen Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. Third Citizen Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! ANTONY Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons.

Your master, Pindarus, In his own change, or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied. A word, Lucilius; How he received you, let me be resolved.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial.

Comes his army on? Low march within March gently on to meet him. Speak the word along. First Soldier Stand! Second Soldier Stand! Third Soldier Stand! And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. Before the eyes of both our armies here, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, Let us not wrangle: bid them move away; Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, And I will give you audience. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

What, shall one of us That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? Must I budge? Must I observe you? BRUTUS You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?

When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces! O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.

Give me your hand. Poet [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me. Poet For shame, you generals! Companion, hence! Portia is dead. O insupportable and touching loss! Upon what sickness? Give me a bowl of wine. In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities. Messala, I have here received letters, That young Octavius and Mark Antony Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently?

You must note beside, That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe: The enemy increaseth every day; We, at the height, are ready to decline.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.

There is no more to say? Good night: Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose. Let it not, Brutus. Where is thy instrument? Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Music, and a song This is a sleepy tune. Here it is, I think. I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?

Speak to me what thou art. Boy, Lucius! Sirs, awake! Lucius, awake! Sirrah Claudius! Enter a Messenger Messenger Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately. March Drum. Make forth; the generals would have some words. O you flatterers!

Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled. Look; I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again?

Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs. The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. You know that I held Epicurus strong And his opinion: now I change my mind, And partly credit things that do presage. If we do lose this battle, then is this The very last time we shall speak together: What are you then determined to do?

BRUTUS Even by the rule of that philosophy By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did give himself, I know not how, But I do find it cowardly and vile, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life: arming myself with patience To stay the providence of some high powers That govern us below.

But this same day Must end that work the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take: For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!

If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made. But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known. Come, ho! Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? Sirrah, what news? Now they are almost on him.

Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too. Shout And, hark! O my heart! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!