1 Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
2 I know that we shall have him well to friend.
3 Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
4 I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
5 Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
6 Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it.
7 I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies.
8 Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend.
9 You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you.
10 Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
11 Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
12 Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Caesar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
13 And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
14 Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death.
15 You must note besides, That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe.
16 Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us.
17 Therefore let our alliance be combin'd, Our best friends made, our means stretch'd; And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclos'd, And open perils surest answered.
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