You might have foreseen that such propositions would disgust a man of his temper." "I do not know.

I have not your self-command, Lucius.

I hate such conspirators.

What is the use of them?
We must have blood--blood,--hacking and tearing work--bloody work!" "Do not grind your teeth, my dear Caius; and lay down the carving-knife.
By Hercules, you have cut up all the stuffing of the couch." "No matter; we shall have couches enough soon,--and down to stuff them with,--and purple to cover them,--and pretty women to loll on them,--unless this fool, and such as he, spoil our plans.

I had something else to say.