As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.引自 ACT 1 SCENE I:Rome. A street
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FLAVIUS: It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about And drive away the vulgar from the streets; So do you too, where you perceive them thick . These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness.引自 ACT 1 SCENE I:Rome. A street
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