O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

Appetite, a universal wolf.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

To you your father should be as a god.

Foul whisp'rings are abroad.