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that were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, you should be satisfied.

- Say he is sick. - Shall Caesar send a lie?

Gentle Romans, hear me!

Octavius, Antony and Lepidus have put to death 100 senators.

Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

And now, Octavius, listen great things.

Unto bad causes swear such creatures as men doubt,

What mean you, Julius?

than to repute himself a son of Rome under these hard conditions

and the persuasion of his augurers, may hold him from the Capitol today.

Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie, most like a soldier,

have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.

But, Lepidus, go you fetch Caesar's will,

I shall have glory by this losing day, more than Octavius and Mark Antony

and there have sat the live-long day with patient expectation

i come to bury the morale committee not to praise it

they could not find a heart within the beast.

- Would you speak with me? - Ay, Casca.

Before the eyes of both our armies here, which should perceive nothing

Let it appear so. Make your vaunting true, and it shall please me well.

which to prevent, let Antony and Caesar fall together.

Speak to me what thou art!

Calpurnia's cheek is pale,

that young Octavius and Mark Antony come down upon us with a mighty power,

The enemy increaseth every day. We, at the height, are ready to decline.

he shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,

Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.

I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know,

'Tis time to part. The morning comes upon us.

This is a sleepy tune.

I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, when you are waspish.

revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.

Never come such division 'twixt our souls.

Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,

and look you lay it in the praetor's chair, where Brutus may but find it,

Hark thee, Clitus.

I was born free as Caesar. So were you.

If you have tears,

Portia, go in a while.

And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, that at his will he may do danger with.

- What is't o'clock? - Caesar, 'tis after eight.

What touches us ourself shall be last served.

till he have brought thee up to yonder troops and here again,

I mean sweet words,

Is it fit, the three-fold world divided,

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

I have the same dagger for myself,

and that we are contented Caesar shall have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.

No place will please me so, no mean of death, as here by Caesar,

to have an itching palm,

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.

Why, he that cuts off 20 years of life, cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Am I yourself but, as it were, in sort or limitation,

Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, for Brutus is an honorable man,

Pardon, Caesar. Caesar, pardon.

and that great men shall press for tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.

I am not well in health, and that is all.

Never fear that. If he be so resolved, I can oversway him,

as will turn your hidden worthiness into your eye,

The enemies of Caesar shall say this.

When comes such another?

And that were much he should, for he is given to sports,

What, is Brutus sick?

which every noble Roman bears of you.

Dear my lord, make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

He loves no plays as thou dost, Antony.

"I come to bury Butler, not to praise him" - the Clone

Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, and presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

Noble Antony, go up.

Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this.

set honor in one eye and death in the other,

that he is grown so great?

and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown,

but those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads,

If then thy spirit look upon us now,

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.

- Wilt thou lift up Olympus? - Great Caesar!

What you have to say, I will with patience hear and find a time both meet to hear

to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.

Fare thee well.

Is it come to this?

to see thy Antony making his peace,

It was mere foolery. I did not mark it.

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and answer such high things.

I do entreat you, not a man depart,

and put a tongue in every wound of Caesar

and hide thy spurs in him,

I should not urge thy duty past thy might.

and, in his mantle muffling up his face,

which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips

a place in the commonwealth, as which of you shall not?

But this same day must end that work the ides of March begun.

These many then shall die. Their names are pricked.

Come to the Capitol.

When these prodigies do so conjointly meet,

as may be grasped thus?

Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

and we, like friends, will straightaway go together.