Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets!
People and Senators, be not affrighted. Fly not; stand stiff. Ambition's debt is paid.
And Cassius too.
Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted overIn states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along, No worthier than the dust!
Grant that, and then is death a benefit; So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged His time of fearing death.
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar deadSo well as Brutus living, but will followThe fortunes and affairs of noble BrutusThorough the hazards of this untrod stateWith all true faith.' So says my master Antony.
I'll fetch him presently.
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;I never thought himworse.Tell him, so please him come unto thisplace,He shall be satisfied, and, by my honor,Depart untouched.
I know that we shall have him wfriend.
I wish we may; but yet have I a mind That fears him much
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