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And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.

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

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

Speak to me what thou art!

to have an itching palm,

I mean sweet words,

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

What mean you, Julius?

If then thy spirit look upon us now,

I do entreat you, not a man depart,

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

This is a sleepy tune.

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

Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.

But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

that he is grown so great?

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

I should not urge thy duty past thy might.

he shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,

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

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

and we, like friends, will straightaway go together.

It was mere foolery. I did not mark it.

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

Noble Antony, go up.

and, in his mantle muffling up his face,

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

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

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

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

have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.

These many then shall die. Their names are pricked.

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

Never come such division 'twixt our souls.

and answer such high things.

- Wilt thou lift up Olympus? - Great Caesar!

they could not find a heart within the beast.

What touches us ourself shall be last served.

Is it fit, the three-fold world divided,

Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,

I was born free as Caesar. So were you.

as may be grasped thus?

Is it come to this?

He loves no plays as thou dost, Antony.

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

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

If you have tears,

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

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

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

When comes such another?

What, is Brutus sick?

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

as will turn your hidden worthiness into your eye,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come to the Capitol.

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And now, Octavius, listen great things.

and put a tongue in every wound of Caesar

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

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

When these prodigies do so conjointly meet,

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

revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

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

Calpurnia's cheek is pale,

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

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

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

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

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

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

to see thy Antony making his peace,

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

Unto bad causes swear such creatures as men doubt,

i come to bury the morale committee not to praise it

which every noble Roman bears of you.

Gentle Romans, hear me!

Portia, go in a while.

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

which to prevent, let Antony and Caesar fall together.

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

Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this.

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

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

Pardon, Caesar. Caesar, pardon.

The enemies of Caesar shall say this.

I have the same dagger for myself,

Hark thee, Clitus.

and hide thy spurs in him,

set honor in one eye and death in the other,

Fare thee well.

which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips

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

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