Speeches (Lines) for Antony
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Caesar, my lord? |
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I shall remember:
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Caesar? |
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Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
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So to most noble Caesar. |
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O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
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I doubt not of your wisdom.
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Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
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Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
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That's all I seek:
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Be it so.
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
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Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. |
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Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
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Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
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For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you. |
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You gentle Romans,— |
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
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But yesterday the word of Caesar might
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Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
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Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?
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You will compel me, then, to read the will?
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Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. |
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If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
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Stay, countrymen. |
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Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
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Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. |
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Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
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Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
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Hear me with patience. |
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Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
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Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
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Where is he? |
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And thither will I straight to visit him:
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Belike they had some notice of the people,
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These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd. |
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He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
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This is a slight unmeritable man,
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Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
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So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
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Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
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Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
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Why do you cross me in this exigent? |
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No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
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In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
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Not stingless too. |
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Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
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Old Cassius still! |
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Where is he? |
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This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
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This was the noblest Roman of them all:
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