That unassailable holds on his rank,Unshaked of motion; and that I am heLet me a little show it, even in this:That I was constant Cimber should be banishedAnd constant do remain to keep him so.
Speak, hands, for me!
Et tu, Brutè?—Then fall, Caesar
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
People and Senators, be not affrighted.Fly not; stand still. Ambition’s debt is paid.
Some to the common pulpits and cry out “Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement.”