1 Good reasons must of force give place to better.
2 Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
3 Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose.
4 Good night: Early tomorrow will we rise, and hence.
5 Good countrymen, let me depart alone, And, for my sake, stay here with Antony.
6 Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
7 Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
8 Good Volumnius, Thou know'st that we two went to school together; Even for that our love of old, I pr'ythee Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
9 Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes, But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untired spirits and formal constancy.
10 Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this In at his window; set this up with wax Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done, Repair to Pompey's Porch, where you shall find us.