Hence!
Home, you idle creatures, get you home:
Is this a holiday?
Julius Caesar, 1. 1 |
You
blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome.
Julius Caesar, 1. 1
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Beware
the ides of March.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2 |
I
do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Anthony.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2 |
Brutus,
I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2 |
Poor
Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2 |
Set
honor in one eye and death i' the other
And I will look on both indifferently.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2 |
Well,
honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2 |
I
was born free as Caesar; so were you:
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2 |
He
had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2 |
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