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; So let high-sighted tyranny range on,Wordplay"high-sighted"This line contains a double meaning:Caesar's tyranny is aimed at even the highest nobles of Rome.Caesar is like a hawk that flies high in order to have a good view of all the creatures it can prey upon.Wordplay"high-sighted"[Click to see note.] Till each man drop by lottery. But if these —  As I am sure they do — bear fire enough BrutusNo, not an oath. If we can't be motivated by the sad faces of our fellow men, the suffering of our souls, and the oppression of this time, let's break off and go back to our beds; so let ambitious tyranny rage on until each of us dies according to Caesar's whims. But if these reasons are enough, which I'm sure they are, to inflame cowards, and to strengthen our effeminate sprits with valor, what other spur do we need to prod us to redress the wrongs? What other bond do we need than being discreet Romans who have given their word and would never renege? What other oath do we need than honest men committed to each other, knowing that they will either triumph together or die trying? To kindle cowards, and to steel with valor The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen, What need we any spur but our own cause, To prick us to redress?  What other bond Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter? And what other oath Than honesty to honesty engaged, That this shall be, or we will fall for it?

Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus sealed up; and I am sure It did not lie there when I went to bed.

Against the Capitol I met a lion, Who glared upon me, and went surly by, CascaSome slave—you'd know him if you saw him—held up his left hand, which was burning like twenty torches joined together. But his hand, not feeling the fire, wasn't even scorched. Besides that—and this is why my sword is drawn—I came across a lion next to the Capitol, which glared at me and sulked away without troubling me. And there was a group of old women out of their minds with fear, who swore they saw men on fire walking up and down the streets. And yesterday an owl was in the middle of the marketplace at noon, hooting and shrieking. When all these things occur in such a short time, don't let anyone say, "oh, there must be reasons for each one, it's just natural." I believe they are signs of bad things to happen in the region where they occur.Without annoying me.  And there were drawn Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, Transformèd with their fear, who swore they saw Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. And yesterday the bird of night did sit,

Good even, Casca.  Brought you Caesar home? Why are you breathless, and why stare you so?

Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? — [To Cobbler] You, sir, what trade are you?

Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much.  Such men are dangerous.