Friday, November 21, 2014

Post 11.21.2014.7

Caesar:  Let me request you off; our graver business
Frowns at this levity.  Gentle lords, let's part;
You see we have burnt our cheeks; strong Enobarb
Is weaker than the wine, and mine own tongue
Splits what it speaks; the wild disguise hath almost
Antick'd us all.  What needs more words?  Good-night.

Act II, Scene 7

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