Brutus

Fearful that he might yet stab them in the back, the British gave him the codename “Brutus.”

Rarely is it ever a cause as noble or as poetic as it was when Brutus stabbed Caesar.

This is like Brutus complaining that he wanted to be invited to Caesar's funeral—and in this case he actually was.

Brutus Cohn, traveling under the passport name of John Lamb, tracked the wheelchair down the sidewalk.

Brutus was getting well, but there would always be a scar on his shoulder, where the sharp-pointed shrub had entered the flesh.

The confusion in this direction is well illustrated by the name of the famous Marcus Junius Brutus.

There were mothers then, as well as in the times of the Gracchi; there were wives as noble as the wife of Marcus Brutus.

A gleam from the lantern showed it; the key-hole was old-fashioned as also described, and in a moment brutus had it open.

In short, in less than half an hour he returned with our old acquaintances, brutus and mephistopheles.