“These growing feathers plucked from Caesar’s wing
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.”
(Flavius, 1.1, 71-74)
“for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.”
(Brutus, 1.2, 54-55)
“Set honour in one eye and death i’th’other,
And I will look on both indifferently;
For let the gods so speed me as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.”
(Brutus, 1.2, 88-91)
“’Tis true, this god did shake.
His coward lips did from their colour fly;
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his lustre.”
(Cassius, 1.2, 123-126)
“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!”
(Cassius, 1.2, 130-133)
“Men at sometime were masters of their fates.
The fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
(Cassius, 1.2, 140-142)
“Such men as he be never at heart’s ease
While they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.”
(Caesar, 1.2, 209-211)
“Thy honourable mettle may be wrought
From that it is disposed. Therefore it is meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?”
(Cassius, 1.2, 303-306)
“But never till tonight, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.”
(Casca, 1.3, 9-13)
“Indeed it is a strange-disposed time;
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.”
(Cicero, 1.3, 33-35)
Casca: “Who ever knew the heavens menace so?”
Cassius: “Those that have known the earth so full of faults.”
(1.3, 44-45)
“But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us,”
(Casca, 1.3, 53-56)
“But woe the while! Our fathers’ minds are dead,
And we are governed with our mothers’ spirits.
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.”
(Cassius, 1.3, 81-83)
“There in, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
There in, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny that I do bear
I can shake off at pleasure.”
(Cassius, 1.3, 90-99)
“Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
Begin it with weak straws.”
(Cassius, 1.3, 106-107)
“Th’abuse of greatness is when it disjoins
Remorse from power.”
(Brutus, 2.1, 18-19)
“Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma or a hideous dream.”
(Brutus, 2.1, 63-65)
“What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?”
(Brutus, 2.1, 98-99)
“Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.”
(Brutus, 2.1, 173-174)
“Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.”
(Brutus, 2.1, 229-232)
“Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.”
(Calpurnia, 2.2, 30-31)
“Danger knows full well
That Caesar is more dangerous than he.
We are two lions littered in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible.”
(Caesar, 2.2, 44-47)
“My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Our of the teeth of emulation.”
(Artemidorus, 2.3, 12-13)
“But I am constant as the Northern Star,
Of whose true fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.”
(Caesar, 3.1, 60-62)
“Fly not! Stand still! Ambition’s debt is paid.”
(Brutus, 3.1, 82)
“How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!”
(Cassius, 3.1, 112-114)
“Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.”
(Antony, 3.1, 201-204)
“O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.
Thou are the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
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 furious civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall so be 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 deeds;
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!’ and let slip the dogs of war,”
(Antony, 3.1, 257-276)
“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, 3.2, 70-74)
“You all did love him once, not without cause.
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgement, thou are fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason!”
(Antony, 3.2, 99-102)
“And as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,
As rushing out of doors to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no-”
(Antony, 3.2, 171-174)
“And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.”
(Octavius, 4.1, 50-51)
“We at the height are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of me
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;”
(Brutus, 4.2, 269-271)
“Their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies ready to give the ghost.”
(Cassius, 5.1, 86-88)
“This day I breathed first. Time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end.
My life is run his compass.”
(Cassius, 5.3, 23-25)
“But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink tonight,
So in his red blood Cassius’ day is set.
The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone.
Clouds, dews, and dangers come. Our deeds are done.
Mistrust of success hath done this deed.”
(Titinius, 5.3, 59-64)
“Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me.”
(Brutus, 5.5, 33-35)
“Night hangs upon mine eyes. My bones would rest,
That have but laboured to attain this hour.”
(Brutus, 5.5, 41-42)
“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, 5.5, 72-74)
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