Brutus That you do love me, I am nothing jealous. What you would work me to, I have some aim. How I have thought of this, and of these times, I shall recount hereafter. For this present, I would not —so with love I might entreat you — Be any further moved. What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear, and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1391
Cassius But, soft, I pray you; what, did Caesar swoon? Casca He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless. Brutus 'Tis very like; he hath the falling sickness. Cassius No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. Casca I know not what you mean by that, but I am sure Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1393
Cassius Did Cicero say anything? Casca Ay, he spoke Greek. Cassius To what effect? Casca Nay, an I tell you that, I’ll ne'er look you i' th’ face again. But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Marullus Read more about popup_note_index_item 1394
Rosencrantz What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? Hamlet Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. Rosencrantz Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence And bear it to the chapel. Hamlet Do not believe it. Rosencrantz Believe what? Hamlet That I can keep your counsel and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son of a king? Read more about popup_note_index_item 1215
