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So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, doing himself offense,
Farewell to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.
I'll fetch him presently.
Well, to our work alive.
- He is welcome, too. - This, Casca. This, Cinna.
He shall not live. Look, with a spot, I damn him.
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
Alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands
So let it be with Caesar.
and where I did begin, there shall I end.
You, sir, what trade are you?
forgets the shows of love to other men.
Come now, keep thine oath!
except immortal Caesar,
What is now amiss that Caesar and his senate must redress?
You all do know this mantle.
If the redress will follow, thou receivest thy full petition
I do know you well.
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman. I never thought him worse.
to wildness and much company.
We'll hear it, Antony!
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
A word, Lucilius. How he received you, let me be resolved.
that Nature might stand up and say to all the world,
But, O grief, where hast thou led me?
What say the augurers?
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your love?
our hearts you see not.
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ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell,
I did send to you for gold to pay my legions, which you denied me.
THE IDES OF MARCH ARE COME
What need we any spur but our own cause to prick us to redress?
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Ay, Caesar, but not gone.
Hear me, good brother.
- They were villains, murderers! - The will!
'Tis just. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, that you have no such mirrors
No, Messala.
with all respect and rites of burial.
and forgave him with all their hearts.
- and to rejoice in his triumph. - Wherefore rejoice?
Yes, Cassius.
pray to the gods to intermit the plague
bears the power to cancel his captivity.
"Painting as it is now promises to become more subtle - more like music and less like sculpture - and above all it promises color. If only it keeps this promise." -Vincent van Gogh
for Brutus' tongue hath almost ended his life's history.
And do you now strew flowers in his way
To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
that Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
For if you should, O what would come of it?
yet I see thy honorable metal may be wrought from that it is disposed.
Romans!
That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.
in states unborn and accents yet unknown.
It is she
Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
I will see thee at Philippi, then!
What man is that?
If it be aught toward the general good,
- You shall, Mark Antony. - Brutus, a word with you.
There's no heed to be taken of them.
We shall find in him a shrewd contriver,
nor his offenses enforced,
and by that order of prescription.
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
'Tis good.
- Antonius. - Caesar, my lord?
Liberty! Freedom!
in our black sentence and prescription.
But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar
You say you are a better soldier.
Yet Caesar shall go forth,
then hold me dangerous.
held up his left hand,
This day I breathed first.
And so, good morrow to you, everyone.
- No! - No!
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, and, sure, he is an honorable man.
And we petty men walk under his huge legs
Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, as well as I do know your outward favor.
I, per chance, speak this before a willing bondman.
And by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart.
Art thou anything?
For this present,
Crown him. That.
for, I know, when thou didst hate him worst,
I have done no more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus.
at Sardis once, and this last night here in Philippi fields.
Who is here so vile that will not love his country?
Do not consent that Antony speak in his funeral.
So in the world, 'tis furnished well with men,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
I pause for a reply.
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
If that parting
Let it be who it is.
Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
and withal hoping it was but an effect of humor,
and common good to all, made one of them.
Be thou my witness that against my will, as Pompey was,
who, you all know, are honorable men.
And then we will deliver you the cause why I,
I know not, sir.
O ye gods, ye gods, must I endure all this?
Now, sit we close about this taper here, and call in question our necessities.
There is no fear in him. Let him not die,
We both have fed as well,
Vexed I am of late, with passions of some difference.
Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.
Let not our looks put on our purposes.