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• Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Conjure with 'em,-- Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
  Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great?...
• For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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• I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus i
  But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc....
• Put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• Brutus. Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
  Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc....
• Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbol
  Dash him to pieces! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...