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“Et tu, Brute?”
― William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar

“Caesar had his Brutus, Charles the First his Cromwell; and George the Third â€� ['Treason!' cried the Speaker] â€� may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it.”
― Patrick Henry

“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“From somewhere above me, there was an irritated hiss. ‘F´Ç´Ç»å.â€�
I strained my head upwards. ‘Hi, Brutus.�
His yellow eyes stared down at me, unblinking. ‘Food, bitch.�
I sighed. ‘I’ve told you time and time again. If you call me that, I’m not going to feed you.�
‘F´Ç´Ç»å.â€�
‘Give me a minute.�
‘F´Ç´Ç»å.â€�
‘I’d like the chance to get a cup of tea first.�
‘F´Ç´Ç»å.â€�
‘Piss off.�
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― Helen Harper, Slouch Witch

“Caesar, Now be still, I killed not thee with half so good a will"?”
― William Shakespeare

“Be patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me
for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and
awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of
Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
was no less than his. If then that friend demand
why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
--Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
ambition. Who is here so base that would be a
bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If
any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so
vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;
for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“Pet,â€� Brutus repeated. ‘Bitch.â€�
‘Don’t be offended,� I said. ‘He calls everyone that.�
I winked at Brutus”
― Helen Harper, Slouch Witch

“Fates, we will know your pleasures:
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“There, publicly throwing off the mask under which he had hitherto concealed his real character and feelings, he made a speech painting in vivid the cause of her death was an even bitterer and more dreadful thing than the death itself. He went on to speak of the king's arrogant and tyrannical behavior; of the sufferings of the commons condemned to labor underground clearing or constructing ditches and sewers; of gallant Romans - soldiers who had beaten in battle all neighboring peoples - robbed of their swords and turned into stone-cutters and artisans. He reminded them of the foul murder of Servius Tullius, of the daughter who drove her carriage over her father's corpse, in violation of the most sacred of relationships - a crime which God alone could punish. Doubtless he told them of other, and worse, things, brought to his mind in the heat of the moment and by the sense of this latest outrage, which still lived in his eye and pressed upon his heart; but a mere historian can hardly record them.
The effect of his words was immediate: the populace took fire, and were brought to demand the abrogation of the king's authority and the exile of himself and his family.”
― Livy, The History of Rome, Books 1-5: The Early History of Rome

“Marcus Brutus was the original tragic hero of the play ‘Julius Caesarâ€�, Aditya concluded. Perhaps, Shakespeare should have named his play ‘Marcus Brutusâ€�. But then again, it all must have boiled down to saleability and marketing; Julius Caesar being the more famous and thus bankable name. Ironical it was, Aditya smiled. The same Shakespeare had once said-‘What’s in a name...”
― Anurag Shourie, Half A Shadow

“The Shadow Spokeswoman for Unbelievable Lies steps out of the circling assassins. She is Casca, she is Cassius, and she is Marcus Brutus. She channels them all. She is carrying a long glinting dagger, as sharp as a razor fabricated from the steel callousness of a woman whose lies have destroyed the life of her former lover. She is a silent cat climbing steps of air to a platform of the purest hate. She is a Death’s Head butterfly emerging from an encircling teardrop of one of her victims. Her eyes are fixed in an impassive stare. She has come from William Blake’s House of Death. She is a stone heart. She is a machine. A rain of blood falls on her, on her alone. She is horror.”
― Ranty McRanterson, Regatta De Mort: The Mad God

“My name is Brutus and my name means heavy, so with a heavy heart, I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy.”
― The Buttress