I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar

And things unlucky charge my fantasy

Come what may embraced, my breast to heaven

Cross-blue lightning opens everything on the seven

Bid me say to you by word of mouth from the senate

For the eye sees not itself and this conspiracy hath menaced

Prythee peace

To be or not to be, to die, to sleep, to dream, to weep

These beads of sorrow to suffer the slings and arrows

Of outrageous fortune. Who would fardels bear?

The whips and scorns of time

Ay, that's the rub there

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

The undiscovered country whose bourn no traveler returns

Pangs, despised love, laws delay makes cowards of us all

'Tis the fire-eyed maid of smoky war

Yo

I wear that same dagger for myself

If it were done when 'tis done 'twere will it were Duncan done quickly

Be all end all and catch with his surcease;

Success

My love swears

'Til it's hors'd upon the sightless couriers of the air

Friends, countrymen, Romans the poor have cried

The good is oft' interred is enrolled

Pedestal at the capitol tolled

Slew him for the good of Rome

Honest Iago knows Antony spoke this ages yoke for the throne

I would sooner swim to he Bermudas on two politicians rotten bladders

I would rather have men about me that were fatter

A politician is the devil's quilted anvil

He fashions all sins on him, the blows are never heard still

Sway of Earth, things unfirm worse

I will do so, if you will

Think of the world, heavens menace so

Mannerly my sin is purged, tender go

When he shall die, violent delights know

Take him and cut him out in little stars

Fire and powder, wolfish raven paws

My bounty is as boundless as the sea

My love as deep

The more I give, the more I have

For both are infinitely bound

You lie; in faith

For you are called plain Kate, prettiest Kate

My super dainty Kate

For dainties are all Kate

And therefore Kate

Take this of me, dainty Katie

Kate the curst, thy virtue so deeply

Kate of Kate hall and of Christendom

Had I not villain, what hast thy done

Working confusion on your enemies

And of your blood I'll make two pasties

I'll grind your bones to dust

You know your mother means to feast with me

Come what may come: tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

All our yesterdays have lighted fools

Sound and fury; hollow

All the world's a stage, I am the unperfect actor

A walking shadow struts, frets upon his hour

And then is heard no more- out, out, brief candle

Signifying nothing

Hereafter, dusty death

Everlasting rest, world-wearied flesh

Take your last breath

I'm not a prophet, I'm just Cinna the Poet

Come what may embraced, my breast to heaven

Cross-blue lightning opens everything to the last

Syllable, syllable of recorded time

Time

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