What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Treason And Murder Ever Kept Together, As Two Yoke-devils Sworn To Either's Purpose, Working So Grossly In A Natural Cause That Admiration Did Not Whoop At Them; But Thou, 'gainst All Proportion, Didst Bring In Wonder To Wait On Treason And On Murder; And Whatsoever Cunning Fiend It Was That Wrought Upon Thee So Preposterously Hath Got The Voice In Hell For Excellence.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.