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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10  | 
       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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15  | 
       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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22  | 
       You will compel me, then, to read the will?
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23  | 
       Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.  | 
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24  | 
       If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
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25  | 
       Stay, countrymen.  | 
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26  | 
       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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31  | 
       Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
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32  | 
       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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37  | 
       He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
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38  | 
       This is a slight unmeritable man,
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39  | 
       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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42  | 
       Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
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43  | 
       Why do you cross me in this exigent?  | 
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44  | 
       No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
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45  | 
       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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