A question of attribution

Mark Antony's monologue from Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene I:

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy (Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds, And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.

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I had a conversation today, at around 5:45pm, that went a bit like this:

Me:	I think we should dump the system. If we don't dump it, we won't find out what's wrong. If we don't find out what's wrong, it might happen again.
Not Me:	The operational stuff isn't running.
Me:	Well, it's supposed to be slack time - we're supposed to have three hours of maintenance time. When do you absolutely have to have it back?
Not Me:	Um, well, 2000 hours.
Me:	[disbelieving] Is that local time or GMT?
Not me:	Zulu
Me:	So, three hours then? You're telling me you need the system back in three hours. And you don't think we can spare 45 minutes to dump it?

After a few more minutes of browbeating, the other guy knuckled under, leaving me with a nagging sense of guilt about behaving like a total bastard. Never mind. As Machiavelli said, it's more important to be feared than loved.