And so it is. For this time I will leave you.Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,I will come home to you; or, if you will,Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,He should not humor me. I will this night
In several hands in at his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens,Writings, all tending to the great opinionThat Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurelyCaesar’s ambition shall be glancèd atAnd after this, let Caesar seat him sure,For we will shake him, or worse days endure.