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Cassius.

Like a Colossus,[118] and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Men at some time are masters of their fates:

140The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,[119]

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But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Brutus and Cæsar: what should be[120] in that 'Cæsar?'

Why should that name be sounded more than yours?

Write them together, yours is as fair a name;

145Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;

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Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,

'Brutus' will start a spirit[121] as soon as 'Cæsar.'

Now, in the names of all the gods at once,

Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,

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