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Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,

Beware the Internet!

I think it is the weakness of my eyes that shapes this monstrous apparition.

Portia is dead.

Good Volumnius, thou know'st that we two went to school together.

So you thought him.

Remember that you call on me today.

or worse days endure.

Who's that? Metellus Cimber?

for who so firm that cannot be seduced?

I did send to you for certain sums of gold, which you denied me,

for with her death that tidings came.

prepare to shed them now.

Look upon Caesar.

Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar.

I would not, so with love I might entreat you, be any further moved.

I'd rather be a dog and bay the moon than such a Roman.

shake off their sterile curse.

- I fear our purpose is discovered. - Look how he makes to Caesar. Mark him.

I rather tell thee what is to be feared than what I fear,

This is a slight unmeritable man, meet to be sent on errands.

Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

For your life you durst not.

I have, when you have heard what I can say.

Peace! Silence! Brutus speaks!

What a time have you chose out, brave Caius, to wear a kerchief.

What, thou speak'st drowsily?

There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.

Be not fond to think that Caesar bears such rebel blood

but was indeed swayed from the point by looking down on Caesar.

Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work.

quartered with the hands of war.

for Cassius is aweary of the world.

Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses,

Nothing, Messala.

to be exalted with the threatening clouds.

and we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me.

Yes, every one of them. And no man here but honors you.

- He is welcome hither. - This, Decius Brutus.

more strong than traitors' arms, quite vanquished him,

You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,

- Live! - Live!

All the conspirators, save only he, did that they did in envy of great Caesar.

Here is my dagger, and here my naked breast.

that her wide walls encompassed but one man?

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

shall in these confines with a monarch's voice cry Havoc!

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Three parts of him is ours already,

I have not from your eyes that gentleness and show of love as I was wont to have.

Good night then, Casca.

No, Caesar shall not.

the choice and master spirits of this age.

Stand close awhile.

and bid them speak for me.

Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.

For let the gods so speed me as I love the name of honor

Safe, Octavius. Brutus is safe enough.

He would not take the crown.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

that you would have me seek into myself for that which is not in me?

signifies that, from you,

Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat an humble heart.

when he was called a king.

How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,

- for the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar. - Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.

It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

but let not therefore my good friends be grieved,

but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it.

What other oath than honesty to honesty engaged,

and keep us all in servile fearfulness?

What, is the fellow mad?

If this be known, Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, for I will slay myself.

into the law of children.

such as he is, full of regard and honor.

Prick him down, Antony.

so are they all, all honorable men,

Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?

which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

To every Roman citizen he gives, to every several man,

"SPEAK HANDS FOR ME" (DEMOCRATS) CAESAR (BIDEN)

With this I depart.

You know that you are Brutus that speak this,

Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,

Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept.

and ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.

Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

- Traitors. - Villains.

Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the eating.

Poor knave, I blame thee not. Thou art over-watched.

after my speech is ended.

Give me your hand first.

but, for my single self, I had as lief not be

sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights.

And let slip the dogs of war.

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.

Those that have known the earth so full of faults.

for he will live and laugh at this hereafter.

Decius, well urged.

A common slave, you know him well by sight,

So is my horse, Octavius, and for that I do appoint him store of provender.

It was a vision fair and fortunate.

And To Rejoice In His Triumph. - Wherefore Rejoice?"

Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?

Stay, ho! Let us hear Mark Antony!

But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,

Therefore let our alliance be combined,