Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
140The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,[119]
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæsar: what should be[120] in that 'Cæsar?'
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
145Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,