Reading The Tragedy of Iulius Caesar — William Shakespeare

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Cæs.

I must preuent thee Cymber:

These couchings, and these lowly courtesies

Might fire the blood of ordinary men,

And turne pre‑Ordinance, and first Decree

Into the lane of Children. Be not fond,

To thinke that Cæsar beares such Rebell

blood

That will be thaw'd from the true quality

With that which melteth Fooles, I meane sweet words,

Low‑crooked‑curtsies, and base Spaniell fawning:

Thy Brother by decree is banished:

If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawne for him,

I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way:

Know, Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without

cause

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