Julius Caesar
You blocks, you stones, you worse then senseless things!
----Julius Caesar 1. 1. 35
[You] fat, sleek-headed men!
----Julius Caesar 1. 2. 189-190
I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips and
recieving the bad air of [your stinking breath].
----Julius Caesar 1. 2. 246-47
[You] fleering tell-tale!
----Julius Caesar 1. 3. 117
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run and I will strive with things impossible. Yea, get the better of them. What's to do? A piece of work that will make sick men whole. But are not some whole that we must
make sick?
----Julius Caesar 2. 1.
Fear not if it's not enough, there is always more to come!
