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| i have been wandering through the streets, taking no shelter from the thunder and lightning | |
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| Why would you endager yourself like that? | |
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| You are dull, Casca and those sparks of life that should be in a Roman you do want or else you use not. You look pale and gaze and put on fear and cast yourself in wonder. But if you would consider | |
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| the true cause, why all these things change from their ordinace, you shall find that heaven has fused them with these spirits to make them instruments of fear and warning unto some monstrous state. | |
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| Now could i, Casca, name to thee a man, most like this dreadful night, that thunders, lightnes, opens graves and roars. A man no mightier than you or me, in personal action and fearful as this night. | |
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| 'Tis Casar that you mean, is it not, Cassius? | |
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