I will this night, In several hands, in at his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens, Writings all tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely Caesar’s ambition shall be glanced at: And after this let Caesar seat him sure; For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
Brutus, bay not me, I’ll not endure it: you forget yourself, To hedge me in; I am a soldier, ay, Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions.
O gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now.
Even so great men great losses should endure.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But, when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades Sink in the trial.