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• Et tu, Brute! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 1
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• This was the most unkindest cut of all. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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• What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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