JULIUS CAESAR.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Beware the Ides of March!
Act i. Sc. 2.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?—Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bade him follow.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
Act i. Sc. 2.
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.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights;
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Act i. Sc. 2.
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.
Act i. Sc. 2.
But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Yon are my true and honorable wife,
As dear to me as the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Though last, not least, in love.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak: for him have I offended.
Act iii. Sc. 2..
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
If you have years, prepare to shed them now.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
See, what a rent the envious Casca made!
Act iii. Sc. 2.
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Great Caesar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Borne to rise and mutiny.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
Act v. Sc. 5.
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!