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1

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Cassius

170

Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.

2

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Cassius

180

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched creature and must bend his body,
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Tintinius,'
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.

3

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Brutus

309

Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
That Caesar looks so sad.

4

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

321

Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
mine honest neighbours shouted.

5

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

370

Ay.

6

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

372

Ay, he spoke Greek.

7

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

385

Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner
worth the eating.

8

Julius Caesar
[II, 4]

Portia

1182

I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit
That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say I am merry: come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

9

Julius Caesar
[III, 1]

Soothsayer

1197

Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

10

Julius Caesar
[III, 1]

Cassius

1335

Ay, every man away:
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

11

Julius Caesar
[III, 3]

First Citizen

1832

Ay, and briefly.

12

Julius Caesar
[III, 3]

Fourth Citizen

1833

Ay, and wisely.

13

Julius Caesar
[III, 3]

Third Citizen

1834

Ay, and truly, you were best.

14

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Brutus

2024

All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

15

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Lucius

2284

Ay, my lord, an't please you.

16

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Caesar

2315

Ay, at Philippi.

17

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Brutus

2336

Ay: saw you any thing?

18

Julius Caesar
[V, 5]

Strato

2748

Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.