As Proper Men As Ever Trod Upon Neat's Leather. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act I, Sc.

As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar
-- Act i, Sc. 1

The live-long day. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc. 1
Though last, not least in love. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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A dish fit for the gods. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act ii, Sc. 1
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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Et tu, Brute! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 1
The choice and master spirits of this age. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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Caes. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Caesa
but not gone. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
Help me, Cassius, or I sink! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc. 2
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc.
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