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

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

into the law of children.

Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?

and ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.

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

for Cassius is aweary of the world.

Those that have known the earth so full of faults.

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

prepare to shed them now.

to be exalted with the threatening clouds.

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

Be not fond to think that Caesar bears such rebel blood

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

Decius, well urged.

when he was called a king.

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

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

Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?

For your life you durst not.

Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,

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

and keep us all in servile fearfulness?

With this I depart.

And let slip the dogs of war.

- Live! - Live!

Nothing, Messala.

What, is the fellow mad?

Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat an humble heart.

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

Give me your hand first.

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

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

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

so are they all, all honorable men,

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

or worse days endure.

- Traitors. - Villains.

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

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

the choice and master spirits of this age.

Therefore let our alliance be combined,

signifies that, from you,

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.

What, thou speak'st drowsily?

He was my friend, faithful and just to me.

after my speech is ended.

So you thought him.

Stand close awhile.

How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,

Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!

but let not therefore my good friends be grieved,

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

But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,

It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

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

and bid them speak for me.

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

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

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

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

Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

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

Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses,

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

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

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

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Who's that? Metellus Cimber?

It was a vision fair and fortunate.

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

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

shake off their sterile curse.

for he will live and laugh at this hereafter.

You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,

Three parts of him is ours already,

Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,

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

Good night then, Casca.

He would not take the crown.

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

Beware the Internet!

for with her death that tidings came.

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

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

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

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

Peace! Silence! Brutus speaks!

Prick him down, Antony.

Here is my dagger, and here my naked breast.

Look upon Caesar.

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

You know that you are Brutus that speak this,

No, Caesar shall not.

that her wide walls encompassed but one man?

quartered with the hands of war.

such as he is, full of regard and honor.

Portia is dead.

Remember that you call on me today.

A common slave, you know him well by sight,

Stay, ho! Let us hear Mark Antony!

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

for who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Safe, Octavius. Brutus is safe enough.

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

more strong than traitors' arms, quite vanquished him,

Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar.

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

What other oath than honesty to honesty engaged,