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Please forward this error screen to 158. What dost thou with thy best apparel on? You, sir, what trade are you? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? That comes in triumph over Pompey’s blood? That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. If you do find them deck’d with ceremonies. You know it is the feast of Lupercal. So do you too, where you perceive them thick. And keep us all in servile fearfulness. When he doth run his course.
When Caesar says ‘do this,’ it is perform’d. Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Over your friend that loves you. Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? But by reflection, by some other things. That you might see your shadow. Have wish’d that noble Brutus had his eyes. For that which is not in me? That of yourself which you yet know not of.
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Then must I think you would not have it so. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? The name of honour more than I fear death.
As well as I do know your outward favour. Well, honour is the subject of my story. In awe of such a thing as I myself. Caesar cried ‘Help me, Cassius, or I sink! If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. For some new honours that are heap’d on Caesar. But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that ‘Caesar’? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. That he is grown so great?
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! But it was famed with more than with one man? That her wide walls encompass’d but one man? When there is in it but one only man.
Both meet to hear and answer such high things. Is like to lay upon us. Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. What hath proceeded worthy note to-day. Being cross’d in conference by some senators. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.