Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?

What tributaries follow him to Rome

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

O you hard heats, you cruel men of Rome,

Knew you not Pompey?

   Marullus, Act I scene i

Beware the Ides of March.

   Soothsayer, Act I scene ii

Why man he doth bestride the narrow world

Like a colossus, and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs and peep about

To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

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.

   Cassius, Act I scene ii

Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed

That he is grown so great?

   Cassius, Act I scene ii

Let me have men about me that are fat,

Sleek-headed men, such as sleep a-nights.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look:

He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

   Caesar, Act I scene ii

...it was Greek to me.

   Casca, Act I scene ii

And therefore think him as a serpent's egg

Which hatched, would as his kind grow mischievous,

And kill him in the shell.

   Brutus, Act II scene i

Between the acting of a dreadful thing

And the first motion, all the interim is

Like a phantasma or a hideous dream:

The genius and the mortal instruments

Are then in council, and the state of man,

Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

The nature of an insurrection.

   Brutus, Act II scene i

Ceasar shall forth. The things that threatened me

Ne'er looked but on my back: when they shall see

The face of Caesar, they are vanished.

   Caesar, Act II scene ii

Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,

Yet now they frighten me.

   Calpurnia, Act II scene ii

Calpurnia: When beggars die there are no comets seen;

           The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of


Caesar: Cowards die many times before their deaths;

        The valiant never taste of death but once.

        Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

        It seems to me most strange that men should fear

        Seeing that death, a necessary end,

        Will come when it will come.

   Act II scene ii

What, urge you your petitions in the street?

Come to the Capitol.

   Cassius, Act III scene i

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Et tu, Brute?-- Then fall, Caesar.

   Caesar, Act III scene i

Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!

Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

   Cinna, Act III scene i

Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence

Shall this our lofty scene be acted over

In states unborn and accents yet unknown?

   Cassius, Act III 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.

   Antony, Act III scene i

...Cearsar'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.

   Antony, Act III scene i

If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend

of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to

Caesar was no less than his. If then this friend

demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this

is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but

that I loved Rome more.

   Brutus, Act III scene ii

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears:

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them:

The good is oft interred with their bones.

So let it be with Caesar.

   Antony, Act III, scene ii

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious,

And Brutus is an honorable man.

   Antony, Act III scene ii

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

   Antony, Act III scene ii

This is a sleepy tune: O murderous slumber!

Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy

That plays thee music? Gentle knave, goodnight:

I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.

   Brutus, Act IV scene iii

...thou shalt see me at Philippi.

   Ghost of Caesar, act IV scene iii

O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet.

Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords

In our own proper entrails.

   Brutus, Act V scene iii

This was the noblest Roman of them all:

All the conspirators save only he

Did that they did in envy of great Caesar.

He only, in a general honest thought

And common good to all, made one of them.

His life was gentle, and the elements

So mixed in him that nature might stand up

And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

   Antony, Act V scene v

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