O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

You Are My True And Honourable Wife; As Dear To Me As The Ruddy Drops That Visit My Sad Heart.

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

This We Prescribe, Though No Physician; Deep Malice Makes Too Deep Incision; Forget, Forgive; Conclude And Be Agreed; Our Doctors Say This Is No Month To Bleed.