Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he.
Is Brutus sick, and is it physical to walk unbraced and suck up the humors of the dank morning?
I, as Aeneas, our Great ancestor, did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulders the old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber did I the tired Caesar.
It's Greek to me.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for mine cause and be silent that ye may hear.
So was my horse, Octavius, and for that I do appoint him store of provender. It is a creature that I teach to fight, to wind to stop, to run directly on...
Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!