- Marc Antony: You gentle Romans. Gentle Romans, hear me. 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.
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- Marc Antony: This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he, did what they did in envy of great Caesar. He only, in a general honest thought, and common will for all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him that the nature might stand up and say to all the world, "This was a man."
- Cassius: 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.
- Julius Caesar: Cowards die many times before their death. The valiant never taste of death but once.
- Marc Antony: [repeated several times during his speech at Caesar' funeral] Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honorable man.
- Julius Caesar: What sayest thou to me now? Speak once again.
- Soothsayer: Beware the Ides of March.
- Julius Caesar: [to Cassius] He is a dreamer. Let us leave him.
- Marc Antony: 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 quartered with the hands of war! All pity *choked* with custom of fell deed. 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!*"
- Cassius: Now, in the name of all the gods at once, upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, that he is grown so great?
- Cobbler: Sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
- Marullus: 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 hearts, you cruel men of Rome, knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft have you climbed up to walls and battlements, to towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops, your infants in your arms, and there have sat the live-long day with patient expectation to see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome. And when you saw his chariot but appear, have you not made a universal shout, that Tiber trembled underneath her banks, to hear the replication of your sounds made in her concave shores?
- Flavius: What trade are you?
- Cobbler: Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
- Flavius: But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
- Cobbler: A trade, sir, that I hope, I may use with a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
- Flavius: But wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
- Cobbler: Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work.
- Cassius: Good Brutus, be prepared to hear. And since you know you cannot see yourself so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself that of yourself which you yet know not of.
- Cassius: Brutus and Caesar. What should be in that Caesar? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well. Weigh them, it is as heavy. Conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
- Brutus: Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, that you would have me seek into myself for that which is not in me?
- Brutus: 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.
- Julius Caesar: Antonius, let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
- Julius Caesar: If my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid so soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much. He is a great observer, and he looks quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays as thou dost, Antony. He hears no music. Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort as if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit that could be moved to smile at anything. Such men as he be never at heart's ease whilst they behold a greater than themselves, therefore are they very *dangerous*.
- Casca: Three or four wenches where I stood cried, "Alas, good soul," and forgave him with all their hearts. There's no heed to be taken of them. If Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
- Cassius: Friends, disperse yourselves, but all remember what you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
- Decius Brutus: If he be so resolved, I can oversway him, for he loves to hear that unicorns may be betrayed with trees, lions with toils and men with flatterers. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, he says he does, being then most flattered.
- Portia: I grant I am a woman, but withal a woman that Lord Brutus took to wife. I grant I am a woman, but withal a woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, being so fathered and so husbanded? Tell me your counsels. I will not disclose them.
- Portia: What men tonight have had resort to you? For here have been some six or seven who did hide their faces even from darkness.
- Portia: Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, is it excepted I should know no secrets that appertain to you? Am I yourself but, as it were, in sort or Iimitation, to keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, and talk to you sometimes. Dwell I but in the suburbs of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife!
- Brutus: You are my true and honorable wife, as dear to me as are the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart.
- Brutus: Portia, go in a while. And by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart. All my engagements I will construe to thee, all the charactery of my sad brows.
- Caius Ligarius: What's to do?
- Brutus: A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
- Caius Ligarius: But are not some whole but we must make sick?
- Brutus: That must we also.
- Julius Caesar: 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.
- Calpurnia: When beggars die, there are no comets seen. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
- Julius Caesar: Caesar should be a beast without a heart if he should stay at home today for fear. No, Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he, and Caesar *shall* go forth!
- Brutus: Fates, we will know your pleasures. That we shall die, we know. 'Tis but the time and drawing days out that men stand upon.
- Cassius: Why, he that cuts off 20 years of life, cuts off so many years of fearing death.
- Brutus: Grant that, and then is death a benefit. So we, Caesar's friends, that have abridged his time of fearing death.
- Decius Brutus: Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar. I come to fetch you to the Senate House.
- Julius Caesar: Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
- Decius Brutus: Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, lest I be laughed at when I tell them so.
- Julius Caesar: The cause is in my will. I will not come.
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