War gives the right to the conquerors to impose any condition they please upon the vanquished.
Go on, my friend, and fear nothing; you carry Caesar and his fortune in your boat.
Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed-men, and such as sleep o'nights; Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much; such men are dangerous.
I love treason but hate a traitor.
All Gaul is divided into three parts.
Our men must win or die. Pompey's men have... other options.