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I killed not thee with half so good a will.
Look upon Caesar.
Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
Was this ambition?
honor for his valor, and death for his ambition.
Good even, Casca.
These are gracious drops.
- My lord. - My lord.
Calpurnia!
Think you to walk forth?
Break up the senate till another time,
that mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare?
but if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.
My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
Cassius, be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,
and then the people fell a-shouting.
then burst his mighty heart,
and you, and all of us fell down,
any dear friend of Caesar's,
And many lusty Romans came smiling
As Caesar loved me, I weep for him.
and will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
and did bathe their hands in it.
- Where is Antony? - Fled to his house amazed.
Who comes here?
Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, at your best leisure, this his humble suit.
mark him and write his speeches in their books,
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Remember March, the ides of March, remember.
you do want, or else you use not.
What conquest brings he home?
as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.
Go you down that way toward the Capitol.
There is one within, besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calpurnia,
III spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
And being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
for these predictions are to the world in general as to Caesar.
and let me show you him that made the will.
show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,
but for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down.
Beware the Ides of Social Media!
Brutus has rived my heart.
This is a holiday. What trade art thou?
But I am constant as the northern star,
Call it my fear that keeps you in the house and not your own.
in our own proper entrails.
Wilt thou, Strato?
that you unfold to me, yourself, your half, why you are heavy,
Do you confess so much?
Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!
I wish your enterprise today may thrive.
Three or four wenches where I stood cried, Alas, good soul,
Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.
I am glad that my weak words
to towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
Are those my tents where I perceive our light?
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
that needs must light on this ingratitude.
as we have seen him in the Capitol being crossed in conference by some senators.
Now, Titinius! Now! Now!
Caesar! Caesar!
he then unto the ladder turns his back, looks in the clouds,
He is addressed. Press near and second him.
but for supporting robbers, shall we now contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
Ay. Saw you anything?
- And this, Metellus Cimber. - They are all welcome.
and Cassius is a wretched creature
That, as I slew Caesar for the good of Rome,
of whose true fixed and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.
and, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand.
for always I am Caesar.
That part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure.
and what men tonight have had resort to you,
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves than tarry till they push us.
Good night, my lord.
with Mark Antony have made themselves so strong,
- None! - None!
that thunders, lightens, opens graves and roars.
Everything is well.
Who else would soar above the view of men
till each man drop by lottery.
What's to do?
and graves have yawned and yielded up their dead.
his private arbors and new-planted orchards on this side Tiber.
Lucius.
Come away, away!
and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe.
Messala, this is my birthday. As this very day was Cassius born.
Brutus had rather be a villager
Caesar!
I will be here again, even with a thought.
O noble Caesar.
and Caesar doth not change.