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JULIUS CAESAR PUZZLE

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Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: For certain she is dead, and by strange manner
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
Some to the common pulpits, and cry out 'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchis
Et tu, Brute?
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! 2635 A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Alas, my lord, Your wisdom is consumed in confidence. Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear That keeps you in the house, and not your own. 1030 We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house: And he shall say you are not well to-day: Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted I should know no secrets That appertain to you
Beware the ides of March.
They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius.
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Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not..
Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.
not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
. You speak to Casca, and to such a man That is no fleeing tell-tale. Hold, my hand Be factious for redress of all these griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest
I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.