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If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
and grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Good night, good brother.
What? Did Caesar swoon?
Must I observe you?
I turn the trouble of my countenance merely upon myself.
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over your friend that loves you.
Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
I wish we may.
Think not, thou noble Roman, that ever Brutus will go bound to Rome.
Now, most noble Brutus, the gods today stand friendly,
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
and some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.
O, coward that I am, to live so long
be patient till the last!
Now, Cinna.
By the eighth hour, is that the uttermost?
It may be, these apparent prodigies, the unaccustomed terror of the night,
What says my lord?
Yet now they fright me.
might fire the blood of ordinary men, and turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Now, O now
Not so, my lord.
When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
But 'tis a common proof that lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
What villain touched his body that did stab, and not for justice?
which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,
Why,
May we do so? You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Now, Decius Brutus, yours.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
but, with an angry wafture of your hand, gave sign for me to leave you.
How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!
Good friends, go in and taste some wine with me,
Come now, keep thine oath.
I never stood on ceremonies.
and all the rest look like a chidden train.
Brutus' hour has come . Brutus dies.
Tyranny is dead!
I must prevent thee, Cimber.
to be afeard to tell graybeards the truth?
They are, my lord.
I should not know you, Brutus.
great Caesar fell.
How ill this taper burns.
I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself
and then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
Security gives way to conspiracy.
But, for your private satisfaction, because I love you, I will let you know.
There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
and talk to you sometimes.
And though we lay these honors on this man
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet.
Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs, and when you do them...
Stand you directly in Antonius' way, when he doth run his course.
But never till tonight, never till now, did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Then he offered it to him again, then he put it by again,
And you are come in very happy time to bear my greeting to the senators,
These couchings and these lowly courtesies
- Consent you, Lepidus? - I do consent.
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
with the seal of Caesar. I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.
...with a teacher's voice
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
Sirrah, give place.
and that craves wary walking.
Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.
You look pale and gaze and put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
Guide thou the sword.
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome the Tarquin drive,
If any, speak, for him have I offended.
but here I am to speak what I do know.
Get me a taper in my study, Lucius. When it is lighted, come and call me here.
shrunk to this little measure?
They that have done this deed are honorable.
That I was constant Cimber should be banished,
you must conceit me, either a coward or a flatterer.
So can I, so every bondman in his own hand
Brutus, thou sleep'st.
Which thus offends
Caesar, beware of Brutus.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect.
Brutus and Caesar.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Caius Ligarius, Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy
All my engagements I will construe to thee
Be gone! Run to your houses,
- O, Caesar! - Hence!
and bear the palm alone.
I think it is not meet Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
- I do not think it good. - Your reason?
I do not doubt but that my noble master will appear,
and kill him in the shell.
He bears too great a mind.
Poor soul. His eyes are red as fire with weeping.
Quando cominci a trattare Cesare
in every place save here in Italy.
Octavius, I have seen more days than you.
- What was the last cry for? - Why, for that too.
Thou has described a hot friend cooling.
and reason to my love is liable.
who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying,