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O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.

      — Othello, Act IV Scene 2

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KEYWORD: ides

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1

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Soothsayer

103

Beware the ides of March.

2

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Brutus

105

A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

3

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Soothsayer

109

Beware the ides of March.

4

Julius Caesar
[II, 1]

Brutus

642

Get you to bed again; it is not day.
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

5

Julius Caesar
[III, 1]

Caesar

1196

[To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.

6

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Brutus

1997

Remember March, the ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

7

Julius Caesar
[V, 1]

Brutus

2470

No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.

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