Speak, Hands for Me!

[Moon Man]

Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'

Moon

[Reggie Cleveland]

Generations yet unborn will rise up and call you asscake.

[joe_w]

O mighty Ceasar! 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's 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 Ceasar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.

Act III Scene i

[Jeffro]

*stabs Moon in the back*

[Airshark]

You know they hunted down and killed all those guys, right?

[kah]

You know they hunted down and killed all those guys, right?

Yes, yes we do know all that.

[kah]

[jhanke]