1 If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
2 If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.'
3 Cassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
4 Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at anything.
5 Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at anything.
6 Let us do so: for we are at the stake, And bay'd about with many enemies; And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs.
7 She dreamt tonight she saw my statue, Which like a fountain with an hundred spouts Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
8 Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, In which so many smiling Romans bath'd, Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood, and that great men shall press For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.