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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....
• This was the most unkindest cut of all. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Let us make an honourable retreat. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Who is here so base that would be a bondman? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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• 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...
• O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• The foremost man of all this world. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc.
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• 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?...
• 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...