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| How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me.--Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel ... | |
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Brutus pushes his plans because of the encouterment of Caesars ghost.
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| Go and commend me to my brother Cassius; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. | |
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