Character: Mark Anthony

Ah, anyway! Let me persecute with rock,
I laugh at him with great challenge!

Doesn't know where he will sail.

- Well, let's chop. Your health, Caesar.
- Dismissal. We're going to brain, we're going to have brains, we're going to have brains, we're going to have our brains,
They're all dirty. Nasty work.
- A moment tells me so. Oh, obey.

Not Caesar overthrew Anthony. Anthony
Himself on a victory.

My comrades in arms, their sadness
Don't make cruel fate.
With a smile, blow her meeting
You strike her.

After all, choosing death, the enemy she said:
"I just defeated myself!"

At least in my hair
Glimpsed the gray, all are not quite
Exhausted my mind.

Honor lost, I will lose.
It's better for me not to be yours
What, your being, to lose honor.

I would assume that you embodied
All the madness, if I didn't know,
What folly it is to be your.

The country is sick of the stagnation, it seems to her
What will heal her coup.

Born of the unrest in the nation from the dual power.

My inaction will bring down a hundred thousand troubles upon my head.

Lists
My sins with harsh frankness,
Unique veracity and anger.
Indulgence grows weeds
Weeding the soul korisa.

All talk. What was not changed.
More flattering to me any truth.
Even if it was concealed death.