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Flourish.
Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse.
Rip
Beware the ides of March.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? BRUTUS No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Love
Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: And since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of.
I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king. CASSIUS Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. BRUTUS I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Didn't know this came from here
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
Could recite!
brook'd
Tolerated
What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear,
As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men:
Very recitable
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day, That Caesar looks so sad. CASCA Why, you were with him, were you not? BRUTUS I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
LMAO
fain
Be pleased
the rabblement hooted and clapped their chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it:
LOLOLOLOL omg
swound?
Swooned, fainted
failing sickness.
Epilepsy
infirmity.
LOL he's young
it was Greek to me.
Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner worth the eating.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
saucy
Flippant
Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day See Brutus at his house: three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
Get you to bed again; it is not day. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
and the mortal instruments
O conspiracy, Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage?
And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Is Brutus sick?
LOVE this speech of hers
What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, To dare the vile contagion of the night And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air To add unto his sickness?
If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
LOL
O ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife!
CAESAR's house. Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his night-gown
Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night:
What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Wow LOVE
No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well That Caesar is more dangerous than he: We are two lions litter'd in one day, And I the elder and more terrible: And Caesar shall go forth.
Reminds me of Gollum with all the 3rd person
Apt to be render'd, for some one to say 'Break up the senate till another time, When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.'
Be near me, that I may remember you. TREBONIUS Caesar, I will: Aside and so near will I be, That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
If thou beest not immortal, look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.
If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live; If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
Interesting
The ides of March are come. Soothsayer Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Et tu, Brute!
Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Oooh
Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged His time of fearing death.
O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar's death hour,
