Fate and Free Will

Fate and Free Will

1. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

2. Beware the ides of March

3. Calphurnia's dream

4. These growing feathers plucked 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.

5. Indeed, it is a strange-disposèd time. But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

6. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace tonight. Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out "Help, ho, they murder Caesar!"