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• But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• A dish fit for the gods. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• 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....
• Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Et tu, Brute! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 1
• The choice and master spirits of this age. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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• As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc.
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