Caesar
Montāžas Teksta
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- He is a dreamer; let us leave him.
- Beware the ides of march.
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- My heart laments that virtue cannot live out of the teeth of emulation.
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- Et tu, Brute?
- Speak hands for me.
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- If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
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- Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.
- Brutus, bait not me.
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- Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it. Hold my sword, and turn away thy face while i run upon it.
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