O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low?

O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,

Art thou anything?

Age, thou art shamed!

Well, Brutus, thou art noble,

If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live.

Speak to me what thou art!

Yet, countrymen, O yet hold up your heads!

This is a holiday. What trade art thou?

But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.

Thou art a fellow of a good respect.

But, O grief, where hast thou led me?

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

- Portia, art thou gone? - No more, I pray you.

Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,

- O, Caesar! - Hence!