Act 1
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- I am not gamesome, I do lack the quick spirit that is in Anthony. Let me not hinder your desires Cassius. I'll leave you![ I, ii, 33,36 ]
- I have not from your eyes that gentleness and show of love I wont. You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over your friend that loves you[ I, ii, 37-41 ]
- let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek headed-men. Yond Cassius has a hungry look. He thinks too much. (I, ii, 202-205)
- Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous. He is a noble Roman, and well given. (I, ii, 206,207)
- Games are done, Caesar is returning. (I, ii, 188)
- And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you what hath proceeded worthy today. (I, ii, 189,191) Casca will tell us what the matter is. (I, ii, 199)
- Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today That Caesar looked so sad. (I, ii, 227) Was the crown offered him thrice? (I, ii, 238)
- They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for? (I, ii, 236) Who offered him the crown? (I, ii, 242)
- Nay!
- You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak with me? Why, you were with him, were you not? (I, ii, 225)
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