“Though are sworn, Eros, That when the exigent should come, which now Is come indeed, when I should see behind me Th’ inevitable prosecution of Disgrace and honor, that on my command Thou then wouldst kill me. Do’t. The time is come. Thou strik’st not me; ‘tis Caesar thou defeat’st.”
“Let not the piece of virtue which is set Betwixt us, as the cement of our love To keep it builded, be the ram to batter The fortress of it. For better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This not be cherished.”