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240 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1599
鈥淐owards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.鈥�
鈥滱nd therefore think him as a serpent鈥檚 egg,
Which, hatch鈥檇, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
And kill him in the shell.鈥�
鈥漁f course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
Let鈥檚 be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar.鈥�
鈥滷riends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer鈥檇 it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest鈥�
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men鈥�