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Which central idea does this passage develop?
fate
loyalty
CASCA. But never till tonight, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.
- The Tragedy of Julius Caesar,
William Shakespeare
integrity
friendship

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