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1

Julius Caesar
[I, 1]

Flavius

69

It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

2

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Brutus

115

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I'll leave you.

3

Julius Caesar
[II, 1]

Brutus

842

Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

4

Julius Caesar
[II, 1]

Cassius

845

The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.

5

Julius Caesar
[II, 2]

Calpurnia

1027

Alas, my lord,
Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house:
And he shall say you are not well to-day:
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

6

Julius Caesar
[II, 4]

Soothsayer

1174

None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.

7

Julius Caesar
[III, 1]

Servant

1360

I'll fetch him presently.

8

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

First Citizen

1589

We'll bring him to his house
With shouts and clamours.

9

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

Third Citizen

1603

Let him go up into the public chair;
We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.

10

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

Fourth Citizen

1683

We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.

11

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

Fourth Citizen

1692

Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.

12

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

Second Citizen

1753

We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

13

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

All

1775

We'll mutiny.

14

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

First Citizen

1776

We'll burn the house of Brutus.

15

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

Second Citizen

1788

Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.

16

Julius Caesar
[III, 2]

First Citizen

1798

Never, never. Come, away, away!
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

17

Julius Caesar
[III, 3]

Second Citizen

1839

That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:
you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.

18

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Cassius

2008

Brutus, bay not me;
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practise, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

19

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Brutus

2024

All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

20

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Brutus

2113

Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.