| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| To finde out you: Who's that, Metellus Cymber? | To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber? | JC I.iii.134 |
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| I am glad on't. / What a fearefull Night is this? | I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this! | JC I.iii.137 |
| There's two or three of vs haue seene strange sights. | There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. | JC I.iii.138 |
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| Yes, you are. | Yes, you are. | JC I.iii.139.2 |
| O Cassius, / If you could | O Cassius, if you could | JC I.iii.140 |
| but winne the Noble Brutus / To our party--- | But win the noble Brutus to our party – | JC I.iii.141 |
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| All, but Metellus Cymber, and hee's gone | All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone | JC I.iii.149 |
| To seeke you at your house. Well, I will hie, | To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, | JC I.iii.150 |
| And so bestow these Papers as you bad me. | And so bestow these papers as you bade me. | JC I.iii.151 |
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| O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey Lines, | O pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines | JC II.i.103 |
| That fret the Clouds, are Messengers of Day. | That fret the clouds are messengers of day. | JC II.i.104 |
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| No, by no meanes. | No, by no means. | JC II.i.143.2 |
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| Be that the vttermost, and faile not then. | Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. | JC II.i.214 |
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| Caska, you are the first that reares your hand. | Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. | JC III.i.30 |
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| O Casar. | O Caesar – | JC III.i.74.1 |
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| Liberty, Freedome; Tyranny is dead, | Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! | JC III.i.78 |
| Run hence, proclaime, cry it about the Streets. | Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. | JC III.i.79 |
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| Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny. | Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. | JC III.i.86 |