Friends, Romans, WORD, lend me your WORD;
I come to WORD Caesar, not to WORD him.
The WORD that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their WORD:
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was WORD:
If it were so, it was a grievous WORD;
And grievously hath Caesar WORD it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,--
For Brutus is a/an WORD man;
So are they all, all WORD men,--
Come I to WORD in Caesar`s funeral.
He was my WORD, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was WORD;
And Brutus is a/an WORD man.
He hath brought WORD captives home to Rome,
Whose WORD did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem WORD?
When that the poor have WORD, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of WORD stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was WORD;
And Brutus is a/an WORD man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I WORD time(s) presented him a kingly WORD,
Which he did WORD time(s) refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was WORD;
And, sure, he is a/an WORD man.
I WORD not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to WORD what I do know.