![]() Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.There is tears for his love joy for his fortune honour for his valour and death for his ambition. As Caesar loved me, I weep for him as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it as he was valiant, I honour him but as he was ambitious I slew him.Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war.That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,. ![]() As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity.They are all fire, and every one doth shine īut there's but one in all doth hold his place. The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks If I could pray to move, prayers would move me. I could be well moved if I were as you.In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, It seems to me most strange that men should fear Īct III Et tu, Brute? - Then fall, Caesar! How many ages hence Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, Cowards die many times before their deaths.The valiant never taste of death but once. For who so firm that cannot be seduced?īut men may construe things after their fashion,Ĭlean from the purpose of the things themselves.Īct II Cowards die many times before their deaths.He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.Ĭasca: Nay, an I tell you that I'll ne'er look you i' the face again: but those that understood him smiled at one another, and shook their heads but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,īut in ourselves, that we are underlings. Men at some time are masters of their fates:.Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,.That you have no such mirrors as will turn
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