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Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Casca |
388 |
Do so. Farewell, both.
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2 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 3] |
Casca |
462 |
Farewell, Cicero.
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3 |
Julius Caesar
[IV, 3] |
Brutus |
2198 |
Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.
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4 |
Julius Caesar
[IV, 3] |
Brutus |
2244 |
Lucius!
[Enter LUCIUS]
My gown.
[Exit LUCIUS]
Farewell, good Messala:
Good night, Tintinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.
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5 |
Julius Caesar
[IV, 3] |
Brutus |
2259 |
Farewell, every one.
[Exeunt all but BRUTUS]
[Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown]
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
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6 |
Julius Caesar
[V, 1] |
Brutus |
2470 |
No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
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7 |
Julius Caesar
[V, 1] |
Cassius |
2479 |
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
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8 |
Julius Caesar
[V, 5] |
Brutus |
2709 |
Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
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9 |
Julius Caesar
[V, 5] |
Brutus |
2731 |
Farewell, good Strato.
[Runs on his sword]
Caesar, now be still:
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
[Dies]
[Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA,
LUCILIUS, and the army]
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