Julius Caesar

by: William Shakespeare

Act II, scenes ii-iv

When beggars die, there are no comets seen.
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes (II.ii)
Shall Caesar send a lie?
Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far,
To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth? (II.ii)
If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayest live.
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. (II.iii)