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| Nor construe any further my neglect than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, forgets the shows of love to other men | Don't be upset! I just have so much on my mind that I'm not paying attention to anyone. |
| The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow. | Wow, Caesar is really mad. |
| Oh he sits high in all the people's hearts and that which would appear offense in us, his countenance, like richest alchemy, | Without Brutus, we will look like villains; with him, patriots. |
| Shall I entreat a word? | You may have misinterpreted. |
| 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 | I don't know about you, but I would rather die than have to be a servant to another man as good as I. |
| Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else? | You just want me to go back and forth for no reason? |
| Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, lest I be laughed at when I tell them so. | Let me know why, so the others don't think I'm lying or joking. |
| Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus. | I know Caesar doesn't like me, but he does like Brutus. |
| The secrets of my heart, all my engagements I will construe to thee, all the charactery of my sad brows. | I'll tell you my troubles in a moment. |
| for his silver hairs will purchase us a good opinion, and buy men's voices to commend our deeds. | He is old and wise, and by placing him on our side, we will gain the support of the people. |
