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O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank. If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar’s death hour, nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die; No place will please me so, no mean of death, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, The choice and master spirits of this age. literary devices

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The text is an excerpt from the story, "Julius Caesar" by William Shakespeare. We find an ongoing dialogue by the character, Anthony with Caesar. In this dialogue, Antony inquires of Caesar if he intends to expand his achievements as a conqueror; who he intends to plot against next.