Julius Caesar quotes
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Terms | Definitions |
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 Flavius | Let no images be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about and drive away the vulgar from the streets |
| Caesar | Forget not in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calphurnia, for our elders say the barren, touched in this holy chase, shake off their sterile curse. |
| Soothsayer | Beware the Ides of March |
| Brutus | I do lack some part of that quick spirit that is Antony |
| Cassius | Brutus, I do observe you now of late. I have not form your eyes that gentleness and show of love as I was wont to have. |
| Brutus | Cassius, be not deceived. If I have veiled my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance merely upon myself |
| Cassius | I was born free of Caesar; so were you; We both have fed as well. and we can both endure the winter's cold as well as he. |
| 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 underlinings. |
| Caesar | Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous |
| Caesar | He loves no plays. As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; |
| Caesar | Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, and tell me truly what thou think'st of him |
| Brutus | Was the crown offered him thrice? |
| Casca | Ay, marry, was't, and he out it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting-by, mine honest neighbors shouted. |
| Casca | He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at mouth and was speechless |
| Brutus | 'Tis very like; he hath the falling sickness |
| Cassius | No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I and honest Casca, we have the falling sickness |
| Casca | But for mine own part, it was Greek to me. |
| Cassius | 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 | Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man most like this dreadful night, that thunders, lightens, opens, graves, and roars as doth the lion in the Capitol; A man no mightier then thyself or me in personal action, yet prodigious grown, and fearful, as these strange eruptions are. |
| Cinna | O Cassius, if you could but win the noble Brutus to our party`` |
| Cassius | Good Cinna, take this paper, and look you lay it in the Praetor's chair, where Brutus may but find it; and throw this in at his window |
| Cassius | That done, repair to Pompey's Theater |
| Casca | O, he sits high in all the people's hearts, and that which would appear offense in us his countenance, like richest alchemy, will change to virtue and to worthiness |
| Brutus | And for my part I know no personal cause to spurn at him, but for the general |
| Brutus | Remorse from power. And, to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known when his affections swayed more than his reason. But 'tis a common proof that lowliness is young ambition's ladder; whereto the climber-upward turns his face |
| Brutus | And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, which, hatched, would, as his kind, grow mischievous, and kill him in the shell |
| Lucius | I found this paper, thus sealed up, and I am sure it did not lie there when I went to bed |
| Brutus | My ancestors did from the streets of Rome the Tarquin drive when he was called a king |
| Brutus | No, not an oath. If not the face of men, the sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse- if these be motives weak, break off betimes, and every man hence to his idle bed. |
| Brutus | O, name him not! Let us not break with him, for he will never follow anything that other men begin. |
| Brutus | Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, to cut the head off and then hack the limbs |
| Brutus | For Antony is but a limb of Caesar. Let's be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. |
| Brutus | Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully. Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds |
| Brutus | And for Mark Antony, think not of him, for he can do no more than Caesar's arm when Caesar's head is off. |
| Cassius | Yet I fear him, for in the engrafted love he bears to Caesar--- |
| Cassius | But is doubtful yet whether Caesar will come forth today or no, for he is superstitious grown of late |
| Portia | And yesternight at supper you suddenly arose and walked about, musing and sighing, with your arms across, and when I asked you what the matter was, you stared upon me with ungentle looks. |
| Portia | I should not know you Brutus, dear my lord, make me acquainted with your cause of grief |
| Portia | Brutus is wise and, were he not in health, he would embrace the means to come by it. |
| Portia | No, my Brutus, you have some sick offense within your mind, which by the right and virtue of my place I ought to know of. |
| Portia | If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife. |
| Portia | A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter. |
| Portia | I have made strong proof of my constancy, giving myself a voluntary wound here, in my thigh. Can I bear that with patience, and not my husband's secrets? |
| Brutus | Portia, go in awhile, and by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart |
| Caesar | Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out "Help ho, they murder Caesar!" |
| Calphurnia | A lioness hath whelped in the streets, and graves have yawned and yielded up their dead. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds |
| Calphurnia | When beggars die there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes |
| Caesar | Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. |
| Caesar | Mark Antony shall say I am not well, and for they humor I will stay at home. |
| Caesar | She dreamt tonight she saw my statue, which, like a fountain with a hundred spouts, did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans came smiling and did bathe their hands in it. And these does she apply for warnings and portents and evils imminent, and on her knee hath begged that I will stay at home today. |
| Decius | This dream is all amiss interpreted. It was a vision fair and fortunate. Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, in which so many smiling Romans bathed, signifies that from you great Rome shall suck reviving blood, and that great men shall press for tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance. This by Calphurnia's dream is signified. |
| Decius | The Senate have concluded to give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. Of you shall send them word you will not come, their minds may change. Besides, if it were a mock apt to be rendered, for someone to say "Break up the Senate till another time, when Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams." |
| Caesar | How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia! I am ashamed I did yield to them, give me my robe, for I will go. |
| Trebonius | Caesar, I will. And so near will I be that your best friends shall wish I had been further |
| Portia | I have a man's mind but a woman's might |
| Portia | Ay me, how weak a thing the heart of a woman is! |
| Metellius | Is there no voice more worthy than my own to sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear for the repealing of my banished brother? |
| Caesar | That I was constant Cimber should be banished and constant do remain to keep him so. |
| Caesar | Et tu, Brute? |
| Cinna | Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. |
| Brutus | Stoop, Romans, stoop, and let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood up to the elbows and besmear our swords. Then walk we forth, even to the marketplace, and waving our red weapons o'er our heads, let's all cry "Peace, freedom, and liberty!" |
| Brutus | Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman. I never thought him worse. Tell him, so please, him come unto his place, he shall be satisfied and, by my honor, depart untouched |
| Cassius | I wish we may; but yet have I a mind that fears him much, and my misgiving still falls shrewdly to the purpose. |
| Antony | O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low? Are all they conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils shrunk to this little measure? |
| Brutus | O Antony, beg not your death of us! |
| Brutus | Our reasons are so full of good regard that were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, you should be satisfied |
| Antony | And am, moreover, suitor that I may produce his body to the marketplace, and in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, speak in the order of his funeral |
| Cassius | You know not what you do. Do not consent that Antony speak in his funeral. Know you how much the people may be moved by that which he will utter? |
| Brutus | By your pardon, I will myself into the pulpit first and show the reason of Caesar's death. |
| Cassius | I know not what may fall. I like it not. |
| Brutus | Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us but speak all good you can devise of Caesar and say you do't by our permission |
| Antony | 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. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! |
| Antony | There shall I try, In my oration, how the people take the cruel issue of these bloody men, according to the which thou shalt discourse to young Octavius of the state of things. Lend me your hand. |
| Brutus | If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. |
| Brutus | As Caesar loved me, I weep for him. As he was fortunate, I rejoice at it. As he was valiant, I honor him. But, as he was ambitious, I slew him. |
| Antony | Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. |
| Antony | For Brutus is an honorable man; so are they all, all honorable men |
| Antony | My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, and I must pause till it come back to me. |
| Antony | But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar. I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will. |
| Antony | Be patient, gentle friends. I must not read it. |
| Antony | It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. |
| Antony | 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs, for if you should, O, what would come of it? |
| Antony | This was the most unkindest cut of all |
| Antony | I am no orator, as Brutus is, but, as you know me all, a plain blunt man that love my friend |
| Antony | He must be taught and trained and bid go forth--- |
| Brutus | Before the eyes of both our armies here (which should perceive nothing but love from us) |
| Brutus | I did send to you for certain sums of gold, which you denied me, for I can raise no money by vile means. |
| Cassius | Cassius is aweary of the world--- hated by one he loves, braved by his brother, checked like a bondman, all his faults observed, set in his notebook, learned and conned by rote to cast into my teeth. O, I could weep |
| Cassius | I that denied thee gold will give my heart. Strike as thou didst at Caesar, for I know when thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better than ever thou lovedst Cassius |
| Messala | Have out to death an hundred senators |
| Messala | Even so great men great lossed should endure. |
| Brutus | What do you think of marching to Philippi presently? |
| Cassius | 'Tis better that the enemy seek us; so shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, doing himself offense, whilst we, lying still, are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness |
| Brutus | Good reasons must of force give place to better. The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground do stand but in a forced affection, for they have grudged is contribution. |
| Brutus | Ha, who comes here?--- I think it is the weakness if mine eyes that shapes this monstrous apparition. |
| Ghost of Caesar | To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi |
| Octavius | When think you that the sword goes up again? Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds be well avenged, or till another Caesar have added slaughter to the sword of traitors |
| Octavius | I was not born to die on Brutus' sword |
| Cassius | This is my birthday, as this very day was Cassius born |
| Cassius | You know that I held Epicurus strong and his opinion. Now I change my mind and partly credit things that do presage |
| Cassius | Their shadows seem a canopy most fatal, under which our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. |
| Brutus | But this same day must end that work the ides of March begun. And whether we shall meet again, I know not. |
| Brutus | If we do meet again, why we shall smile; if not, why then this parting was well made. |
| Cassius | Titinius, if thou lovest me, mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him till he have brought thee up to yonder troops and here again, that I many rest assured whether wond troops are friend or enemy. |
| Pindarus | Titinius is enclosed round about with horsemen that make him on the spur, yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. Now Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too. He's ta'en. And hark, they shout for jpy. |
| Cassius | O, coward that I am to live so long to see my best friend ta'en before my face! |
| Cassius | Now be a freeman, and with this good sword, that ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom. Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts, and, when my face is covered, as 'tis now, guide thou the sword. Caesar, thou art revenged even with the sword that killed thee. |
| Brutus | O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet; thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords in our own proper entrails |
| Antony | This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you, a prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe. Give him all kindness. I had rather have such men my friends than enemies |
| Brutus | The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me two several times by night--- at Sardis once and this last night here in Philippi fields. I know my hour is come. |
| Brutus | Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face while I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? |
| Brutus | Caesar, now be still. I killed not thee with half so good a will. |
| Antony | This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he did that they did in envy of great Caesar/ |
| Octavius | So call the field to rest, and let's away to part the glories of this happy day. |
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