There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
What else may hap, to time I will commit.
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.