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What watchful cares do interpose themselves

Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?

he said if he had done or said anything amiss,

We'll send Mark Antony to the senate house,

Are we all ready?

They that with haste will make a mighty fire begin it with weak straws.

A friend of Antony's.

You may do your will, but he's a tried and valiant soldier.

He loves me well, and I have given him reasons.

Farewell, Cicero.

whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

They are pitiful. And pity to the general wrong of Rome,

Noble, noble Cassius, good night, and good repose.

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?

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

The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

Am I entreated to speak and strike?

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

Poor man, I know he would not be a wolf

You all did love him once, not without cause.

and receiving the bad air.

Here was a Caesar.

All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone to seek you at your house.

now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, fulfill your pleasure.

Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up

The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks.

I blame you not for praising Caesar so,

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times.

Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

I am compelled to set upon one battle all our liberties.

that they pass by me as the idle wind, which I respect not.

and I must pause till it come back to me.

My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.

You shall confess that you are both deceived.

all truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.

Well, Brutus, thou art noble,

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

O Cicero, I have seen tempests,

Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises.

and, as he plucked his cursed steel away, mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,

Let him go up into the public chair. We'll hear him.

And, for thy humor, I will stay at home.

if these be motives weak, break off betimes,

According to his virtue, let us use him

and every man hence to his idle bed.

The ides of March are come.

Good night, Lord Brutus.

People and Senators, be not affrighted.

Here's Decius Brutus. He shall tell them so.

for I can raise no money by vile means.

I said an elder soldier, not a better.

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

and when the fit was on him, I did mark how he did shake.

This dream is all amiss interpreted.

Tell us what hath chanced today, that Caesar looks so sad.

but you and I and honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

There's a bargain made!

which he did thrice refuse.

If not the face of men, the sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,

and sell the mighty space of our large honors for so much trash

In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

Brutus, I do observe you now of late.

se pudrió todo muchachos

come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.

But ere we could arrive the point proposed,

If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

I remember the first time ever Caesar put it on.

that loved my friend, and that they know full well

You have done that you should be sorry for.

that of yourself which you yet know not of.

You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

O Antony, beg not your death of us.

I cannot tell what you or other men think of this life,

and they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,

- The will! - The will!

so indeed he did.

Caesar! Caesar!

Set him before me. Let me see his face.

I come to bury ICW, not to praise it.

I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong,

I know that we shall have him well to friend.

I urged you further,

Countrymen, my heart doth joy that yet, in all my life,

Come hither, sirrah.

and, you know, his means, if he improve them,

Then none have I offended.

Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything?

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, for I am armed so strong in honesty,

and men have lost their reason!

You shall read us the will, Caesar's will!

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.

This hill is far enough.

by my once-commended beauty,

and, by my honor, depart untouched.

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

In such a time as this it is not meet that every nice offense

All my engagements I will construe to thee,