Julius Caesar Act 2, Scene 1. Brutus
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125. No, not an oath: if not the face of men, 126. The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,— 127. If these be motives weak, break off betimes, 128. And every man hence to his idle bed; 129. So let high-sighted tyranny range on, 130. Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, 131. As I am sure they do, bear fire enough 132. To kindle cowards and to steel with valour 133. The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen, 134. What need we any spur but our own cause, 135. To prick us to redress? what other bond 136. Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, 137. And will not palter? and what other oath 138. Than honesty to honesty engaged, 139. That this shall be, or we will fall for it? 140. Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous, 141. Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls 142. That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear 143. Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain 144. The even virtue of our enterprise, 145. Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, 146. To think that or our cause or our performance 147. Did need an oath; when every drop of blood 148. That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, 149. Is guilty of a several bastardy, 150. If he do break the smallest particle 151. Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.