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• The choice and master spirits of this age. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Though last, not least in love. -- 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
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• I only speak right on. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
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• As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc.
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