Julius Caesar

by: William Shakespeare

Act II, scene i

Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these and these extremities,
And therefore think him as a serpent’s egg
Which hatched would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
And kill him in the shell.
Shall Rome stand under one man’s awe? What, Rome?
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was called king.
No, not an oath. If not the face of men,
The sufferance of our souls, the time’s abuse—
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence, to his idle bed.