"Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings."
"Brutus Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers, bear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine hon- our, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be an"
"And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye, That you might see your shadow."
"Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream."