Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Opinion crowns with an imperial voice.