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As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity.
Cassius: Did Cicero say anything?
Casca: Ay, he spoke Greek.
Cassius: To what effect?
Casca: Nay, an I tell you that I'll ne'er look you i' the face again: but those that understood him smiled at one another, and shook their heads; but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Speak, hands, for me!
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Et tu, Bruté? — Then fall, Caesar!
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
innledning til en heidundrandes tale, av Mark Antony - Akt III, scene ii.
Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
talt av Cæsar - Akt I, scene ii.