Julius Caesar
Et tu, Brute?
Caesar - Brutus
I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
Casear - The Senate Conspirators
Beware the ides of March.
Soothsayer - Caesar
You are my true and honorable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Brutus - Portia
You all did see that on the Lupercal
thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And, sure, he is an honorable man.
Antony - Commoners
Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
And as a suitor will I give him this.
My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live.
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
Artemidorus - Solo
Stand you directly in Antonius way
When he doth run his course.
Caesar - Calphurnia
It must be by his death, and for my part
I know no personal cause to spurn at him
But for the general. He would be crowned.
How that might change his nature, theres the question.
Brutus - Solo
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
Caesar to Antony
Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home! Is this a holiday?
Flavius - Commoners
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things,
O you hard hearts, you cruèl men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey?
Murellus - Commoners
Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other, and at every putting-by mine honest neighbors shouted.
Casca to Brutus and Cassius
Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl. I meddle with no tradesman’s matters nor women’s matters, but withal I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes. When they are in great danger, I recover them.
Cobbler - Murellus and Flavius
But let not therefore, my good friends, be grieved
Among which number, Cassius, be you one
Nor construe any further my neglect
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Brutus - Cassius
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.
Brutus to Cassius
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glared upon me and went surly by,
Without annoying me.
Casca to Cicero
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, ..., is not in our stars
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Cassius - Brutus
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
Let us be sacrificers but not butchers,
Brutus - Conspirators
I could tell you more news too. Murellus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Caesars images, are put to silence
Casca to Brutus and Cassius
I know where I will wear this dagger then.
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong.
Cassius to Casca
Go bid the priests do present sacrifice
And bring me their opinions of success.
Caesar - Servant
Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,
He would embrace the means to come by it.
Portia - Brutus
I will this night,
In several hands, in at his windows throw,
As if they came from several citizens,
Writings all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his name,
Cassius - Solo
The exhalations whizzing in the air
Give so much light that I may read by them
Brutus - Solo
No, not an oath. If not the face of men,
The sufferance of our souls, the times abuse
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
Brutus - Conspirators