He hath left you all his walks, His private arbors, and new-planted orchards On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
Not let it work; mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt! – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men: And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
But were I Brutus, And Brutus Anthony, there were an Anthony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
For I have neither, wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech, To stir men’s blood; I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2.
He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 1.
This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errants. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 1.
Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 3.
You yourself Are much condemned to have an itching palm. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3.
I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say ‘better’? – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3.
O, that a man might know The end of this day’s business ere it come! – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 5, Scene 1.
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 5, Scene 1.
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!’ – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 5, Scene 5.
Good reasons must, of force, give way to better. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 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. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3.
We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3.
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 5, Scene 1.
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. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3.
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 a note-book, learned, and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. – William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3.