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And that same eye whose bend[112] doth awe the world

Did lose[113] his[114] lustre. I did hear him groan:

125Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade[115] the Romans

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Mark him and write his speeches in their books,

Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,'

As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me

A man of such a feeble temper[116] should

130So get the start of the majestic world

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And bear the palm alone.

[Shout. Flourish]

Brutus. Another general shout!

Brutus.

I do believe that these applauses are

For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.

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135Cassius. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world[117]

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