Cassius: Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion, By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Brutus: No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself But by reflection, by some other things.
I have heard Where many of the best respect in Rome, Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this age’s yoke, Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself70For that which is not in me?
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Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so.
What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king.
Men at some time are masters of their fates .The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
AHHHHH
Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are 140 For some new honors that are heaped on Caesar.
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CASSIUS: As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note today.
BRUTUSThe games are done and Caesar is returning.
Caesar: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
Antony: Fear him not, Caesar. He’s not dangerous. He is a noble Roman and well given.
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