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Antony and Octavious Discus the fate of Lepidus...Scene 1
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| This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it? | |
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| So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription. | |
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Cassius suspects Brutus of taking bribes...Scene 3
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| That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew | |
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| You wronged yourself to write in such a case. | |
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Cassius threatons to kill himself if Brutus keeps Urging him... Scene 3
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| ...My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, tha | |
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| Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bear | |
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