“I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?”

“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones, So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answered it ...Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all; all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral ...He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man…. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me”

“And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.”

“I started m-p-h-ing it homewards in a thrice”

“Came the visions of icy beauty,from the land of death where they dwell.Pursuing their prize and grisly duty,came the thieves of the charm and spell.The bells chimed thrice, and death came a-calling. Alluring of shape though seldom seen,they traveled the breeze on a spark.some fed twigs to their newborn queen,while others invaded the dark.the bells chimed thrice, and death came a-calling.some they called and others they kissedas they traveled on river and wave.with resolve they came and did insist:every one touched to a grave.the bells chimed thrice, and death came a-calling.roving to hunt and gathering to dance,they practiced their dark desiresby casting a hex and a beautiful trance,before feeding the queen's new fires.the bells chimed thrice, and death came a-calling.till he parted the fallsand the bells chimed thrice,till he issued the callsand demanded the price.the bells chimed thrice and death met the mountain.they charmed and embracedand they tried to extollbut he bade them in graceand demanded a soul.the bells fell silent and the mountain slew them all.and the mountain entombed them all.”

“Oh, by the thrice-beshitten shroud of Lazarus!”