Caesar

Front 1

A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.

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Second Commoner

Front 2

Beware the ides of March.

Back 2

Soothsayer

Front 3

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

Back 3

Caesar

Front 4

And therefore think him as a sperent's egg, Which, hatched, would as his kind grow mischievous, And kill him in the shell.

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Brutus

Front 5

You have some sick offense within your mind, Which by the right and virtue of my place I ought to know of...

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Portia

Front 6

Et tu Brute? Then fall Caesar!

Back 6

Caesar

Front 7

You know not what to do. Do not consent That Antony speak in his funeral. Know you how much the people may be moved By that which he will utter? I know not what may fall. I like it not.

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Cassius

Front 8

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

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Brutus

Front 9

You did all see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus syays that he was ambitious;
And sure he is an honorable man.

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Antony

Front 10

Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabbed...
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all.

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Antony

Front 11

Caesar, thou art revenged
Even with the sword that killed thee.

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Cassius

Front 12

But when I tell him that he hates flatters, He says he does, being then most flattered.
Let me work, For I can give his humor the true bent, And I will bring him to the Capitol.

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Decius

Front 13

What means this shouting? I do fear the people choose Caesar for their king.

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Brutus

Front 14

I could well be moved, if I were as you... But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose truth-fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

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Caesar

Front 15

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tise of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!

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Antony

Front 16

O, he sits high in all th epeople's hearts,
and that which would appear offense in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

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Casca

Front 17

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But ion ourselves, that we are underlings.

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Cassius

Front 18

Now let it work. Mischief thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt.

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Antony