Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; 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. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 1.
Danger knows full well That Caesar is more dangerous than he: We are two lions littered in one day, And I the edler and more terrible. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 2.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 2.
Caesar: The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
Portia: 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 honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 1.
As he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 1.
O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
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. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted o’er In states unborn and accents yet unknown! – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 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. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 2.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
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? – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 1.
But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
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. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 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. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
On the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.