Julius Caesar (1953) Edit

A flatterer's would not,

A friend of Antony's.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,

A friendly eye could never see such faults.

A lioness hath whelped in the streets,

A man no mightier than thyself or me.

A piece of work that will make sick men whole.

A place in the commonwealth, as which of you shall not?

A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

A word, Lucilius. How he received you, let me be resolved.

According to his virtue, let us use him

After my speech is ended.

Age, thou art shamed!

Alas, it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, as a sick girl.

Alas, my lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence.

Alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands

Alas, you know not. I must tell you then.

All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone to seek you at your house.

All my engagements I will construe to thee,

All the charactery of my sad brows.

All the conspirators, save only he, did that they did in envy of great Caesar.

All the interim is like a phantasma,

All this done, repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.

Am I entreated to speak and strike?

Am I yourself but, as it were, in sort or limitation,

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

And after that he came, thus sad, away?

And after this let Caesar seat him sure,

And all the rest look like a chidden train.

And am moreover suitor that I may produce his body to the marketplace,

And answer such high things.

And as I told you, he put it by once, but, for all that, to my thinking,

And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.

And be resolved how Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,

And being men, hearing the will of Caesar,

And bid them speak for me.

And Brutus is an honorable man.

And Brutus is an honorable man.

And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.

And by you cut off,

And Caesar doth not change.

And Caesar shall go forth!

And Caesar's spirit,

And Cassius is a wretched creature

And chastisement doth, therefore, hide his head.

And Cicero looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes

And come yourself, and bring Messala with you immediately to us.

And common good to all, made one of them.

And did bathe their hands in it.

And died so?

And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,

And do you now cull out a holiday?

And do you now put on your best attire?

And do you now strew flowers in his way

And every man hence to his idle bed.

And every one doth wish you had but that opinion of yourself

And for Mark Antony, think not of him,

And for my sake, stay here with Antony.

And forgave him with all their hearts.

And friends, disperse yourselves, but all remember what you have said,

And from henceforth, when you are over earnest with your Brutus,

And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.

And grace his speech tending to Caesar's glories,

And graves have yawned and yielded up their dead.

And grievously hath Caesar answered it.

And have respect to mine honor, that you may believe.

And having brought our treasure where we will,

And he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other,

And he shall say you are not well today.

And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,

And hide thy spurs in him,

And I am sure it did not lie there when I went to bed.

And I do fear them.

And I have seen the ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,

And I perceive you feel the dint of pity.

And I will look on both indifferently.

And I will set this foot of mine as far as who goes farthest.

And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, speak in the order of his funeral.

And in the spirit of men there is no blood.

And is it physical to walk unbraced

And keep us all in servile fearfulness?

And kill him in the shell.

And know it now.

And let me show you him that made the will.

And let slip the dogs of war.

And let us presently go sit in council,

And look where Publius has come to fetch me.

And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, where Brutus may but find it,

And many lusty Romans came smiling

And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive,

And men have lost their reason!

And must bend his body if Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

And my misgiving still fall shrewdly to the purpose.

And my valiant Casca, yours.

And not dismember Caesar. But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it.

And on her knee hath begged that I will stay at home today.

And open perils surest answered.

And peep about to find ourselves dishonorable graves.

And put a tongue in every wound of Caesar

And reason to my love is liable.

And receiving the bad air.

And say you do it by our permission.

And sell the mighty space of our large honors for so much trash

And show yourselves true Romans.

And so it is.

And so, good morrow to you, everyone.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

And still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their chapped hands

And suck up the humors of the dank morning?

And talk to you sometimes.

And tell them that I will not come today.

And that craves wary walking.

And that great men shall press for tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.

And that I am he. Let me a little show it, even in this.

And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world did lose his luster.

And that we are contented Caesar shall have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.

And that were much he should, for he is given to sports,

And the elements so mixed in him

And the man entire upon the next encounter yields him ours.

And the persuasion of his augurers, may hold him from the Capitol today.

And the state of man,

And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,

And then the people fell a shouting.

And then we will deliver you the cause why I,

And then you scratched your head and too impatiently stamped with your foot.

And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, that at his will he may do danger with.

And there have sat the live long day with patient expectation

And there were drawn upon a heap

And therefore are they very dangerous.

And therefore think him as a serpent's egg

And these does she apply for warnings and portents and evils imminent,

And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,

And this man is now become a god,

And this way have you well expounded it.

And those sparks of life that should be in a Roman

And though we lay these honors on this man

And threw up their sweaty nightcaps

And took his voice who should be pricked to die

And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

And uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown,

And we can both endure the winter's cold as well as he.

And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

And we petty men walk under his huge legs

And we then shall determine how to cut off some charge in legacies.

And we, like friends, will straightaway go together.

And what men tonight have had resort to you,

And when I asked you what the matter was,

And when the fit was on him, I did mark how he did shake.

And when you saw his chariot but appear,

And where I did begin, there shall I end.

And whether we shall meet again I know not.

And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?

And will not palter?

And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.

And with every putting by mine honest neighbors shouted.

And withal hoping it was but an effect of humor,

And yesterday the bird of night did sit, even at noonday, upon the marketplace,

And yesternight at supper you suddenly arose and walked about

And yet I have a mind that fears him much,

And you are come in very happy time to bear my greeting to the senators,

And you shall speak in the same pulpit whereto I am going

And you, and all of us fell down,

And, as he plucked his cursed steel away, mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,

And, by my honor, depart untouched.

And, could it work so much upon your shape

And, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him but for the general.

And, gentle friends, let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully.

And, good boy, good night.

And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

And, in his mantle muffling up his face,

And, since the quarrel will bear no color for the thing he is, fashion it thus,

And, to speak truth of Caesar,

And, upon my knees, I charm you

And, you know, his means, if he improve them,

Another general shout.

Antonius, let me have men about me that are fat,

Any dear friend of Caesar's,

Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,

Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth shakes like a thing unfirm?

Are those my tents where I perceive our light?

Are we all ready?

Art thou anything?

Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,

As by our hands and this our present act, you see we do,

As Caesar loved me, I weep for him.

As dear to me as are the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart.

As dear to me as are the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart.

As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity, hath done this deed on Caesar.

As he was fortunate, I rejoice at it.

As he was valiant, I honor him.

As it hath much prevailed on your condition,

As live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.

As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

As may be grasped thus?

As rushing out of doors, to be resolved if Brutus so unkindly knocked or no.

As that same ague which hath made you lean.

As this time is like to lay upon us.

As we have seen him in the Capitol being crossed in conference by some senators.

As will turn your hidden worthiness into your eye,

At the hand of Brutus.

Awake and see thyself.

Awake, I say. Lucius.

Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans

Ay, at Philippi.

Ay, do you fear it?

Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the eating.

Ay.

Ay. Saw you anything?

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope.

Be gone! Run to your houses,

Be it so. I do desire no more.

Be not fond to think that Caesar bears such rebel blood

Be offense

Be patient till the last!

Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.

Be thou my witness that against my will, as Pompey was,

Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,

Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.

Bear with me. My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,

Bears the power to cancel his captivity.

Before the eyes of both our armies here, which should perceive nothing

Believe me for mine honor,

Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing and the first motion,

Betwixt your eyes and the night?

Bid him set on his powers betimes before, and we will follow.

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

Blood and destruction shall be so in use, and dreadful objects so familiar,

Boy, Lucius! Lucius, awake!

Break up the senate till another time,

Bring him with triumph home unto his house!

Brutus and Caesar.

Brutus had rather be a villager

Brutus has rived my heart.

Brutus is noble, wise, valiant and honest.

Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,

Brutus speaks!

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.

Brutus, bay not me. I'll not endure it.

Brutus, I do observe you now of late.

Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs, and when you do them...

Brutus, thou sleep'st.

Brutus, thou sleep'st. Awake!

Brutus, what shall be done?

But 'tis a common proof that lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

But are not some whole but we must make sick?

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

But do not stain the even virtue of our enterprise,

But ere we could arrive the point proposed,

But for mine own part, it was Greek to me.

But for supporting robbers, shall we now contaminate our fingers with base bribes,

But here I am to speak what I do know.

But here's a parchment

But I am constant as the northern star,

But I fear him not.

But if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.

But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar

But it is doubtful yet whether Caesar will come forth today or no,

But it sufficeth that the day will end, and then the end is known.

But it was famed for more than for one man?

But let not therefore my good friends be grieved,

But love from us, let us not wrangle.

But never till tonight, never till now, did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,

But that he knows the Romans are but sheep.

But there's but one in all doth hold his place.

But this same day must end that work the ides of March begun.

But was indeed swayed from the point by looking down on Caesar.

But were I Brutus, and Brutus Antony,

But what compact mean you to have with us?

But what is it you would impart to me?

But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?

But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.

But when he once attains the upmost round,

But will follow the fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus

But withal a woman that Lord Brutus took to wife.

But yesterday, the word of Caesar might have stood against the world.

But you and I and honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man

But, for my single self, I had as lief not be

But, O grief, where hast thou led me?

But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,

But, with an angry wafture of your hand, gave sign for me to leave you.

By all the gods that Romans bow before, I here discard my sickness.

By all your vows of love and that great vow

By my once commended beauty,

By some other things.

By the gods, you shall digest the venom of your spleen,

By this vile conquest shall attain unto.

Caesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink!

Caesar doth bear me hard, yet he loves Brutus.

Caesar said to me, Darest thou, Cassius, now leap in with me

Caesar shall forth.

Caesar should be a beast without a heart if he should stay at home today for fear.

Caesar was mighty, bold, royal and loving.

Caesar,

Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar.

Caesar, beware of Brutus.

Caesar, now be still.

Caesar!

Caesar!

Caesar!

Caesar! Caesar!

Caesar! Caesar!

Caesar! Caesar!

Caesar! Help!

Caesar's better parts shall be crowned in Brutus!

Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,

Caius Ligarius, Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy

Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.

Call Claudius and some other of my men.

Call it my fear that keeps you in the house and not your own.

Called you, my lord?

Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home.

Calpurnia!

Calpurnia's cheek is pale,

Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser.

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,

Casca will tell us what the matter is.

Casca will, after his sour fashion, tell us what hath proceeded worthy note today.

Casca, by your voice.

Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.

Cassius, be constant.

Cassius, be content. Speak your griefs softly.

Cassius, be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,

Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses,

Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed,

Cicero being one.

Come away, away!

Come down. Behold no more.

Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word.

Come hither, sirrah.

Come in, Lucilius.

Come now, keep thine oath!

Come now, keep thine oath.

Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, and tell me truly

Come to the Capitol.

Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?

Conceptions only proper to myself,

Countrymen,

Countrymen, my heart doth joy that yet, in all my life,

Countrymen!

Cowards die many times before their death.

Crown him. That.

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he,

Dear my lord, make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

Decius Brutus loves thee not. Thou has wronged Caius Ligarius.

Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.

Decius, well urged.

Delay not, Caesar, read it instantly.

Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Did Cicero say anything?

Did we, my lord?

Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?

Do not consent that Antony speak in his funeral.

Do not go forth today.

Do not presume too much upon my love. I may do that I shall be sorry for.

Do so, and let no man abide this deed, but we the doers.

Do so. Farewell, both.

Do stand but in a forced affection.

Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.

Do you confess so much?

Domestic fury and fierce civil strife shall cumber all the parts of Italy.

Early tomorrow will we rise and hence.

Either there is a civil strife in heaven,

Else shall you not have any hand at all about his funeral,

Et tu, Brute? Then fall Caesar.

Even at the base of Pompey's statue, which all the while ran blood,

Even for that our love of old, I prithee, hold thou my sword hilts,

Even so.

Ever note, Lucilius, when love begins to sicken and decay,

Everything is well.

Except immortal Caesar,

Fall upon your knees,

Fare thee well.

Fare you well, my lord.

Fare you well.

Farewell to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.

Farewell, Cicero.

Farewell, good Messala.

Farewell, good Strato.

Fates, we will know your pleasures.

Fear him not, Caesar. He is not dangerous.

Fellow, come from the throng.

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,

First, Marcus Brutus, do I shake with you.

Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!

Fly not, stand still. Ambition's debt is paid.

Fly, fly, my lord. There is no tarrying here!

For always I am Caesar.

For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel.

For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you.

For Cassius is aweary of the world.

For he can do no more than Caesar's arm when Caesar's head is off.

For he is superstitious grown of late.

For he loves to hear that unicorns may be betrayed with trees,

For here have been some six or seven who did hide their faces even from darkness.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action, nor utterance,

For it is the bright day that brings forth the adder,

For it sufficeth that Brutus leads me on.

For let the gods so speed me as I love the name of honor

For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

For mine's a suit that touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar.

For my dear, dear love to your proceeding bids me tell you this,

For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

For the repealing of my banished brother?

For these predictions are to the world in general as to Caesar.

For this present,

For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, ingratitude,

For which he suffered death.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

For your life you durst not.

For, I believe, they are portentous things unto the climate that they point upon.

For, I know, when thou didst hate him worst,

Forever and forever farewell, Brutus.

Forever and forever, farewell, Cassius.

Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calpurnia,

Forgets the shows of love to other men.

Friends am I with you all and love you all.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.

Gentle knave, good night. I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.

Gentle Romans, hear me!

Get me a taper in my study, Lucius. When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Give me thy hand, Messala.

Give me your hand first.

Give the word, ho!

Go and commend me to my brother Cassius.

Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, and bring me their opinions of success.

Go fetch fire!

Go to. You are not Cassius.

Go you down that way toward the Capitol.

Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill.

Good even, Casca.

Good friends, go in and taste some wine with me,

Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up

Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily.

Good morrow, Brutus. Do we trouble you?

Good morrow, Casca.

Good night then, Casca.

Good night, good brother.

Good night, Lord Brutus.

Good night, my lord.

Good night.

Good Portia, go to bed.

Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.

Good Volumnius, thou know'st that we two went to school together.

Good. I will expect you.

Grant that, and then is death a benefit.

Great Caesar fell.

Great Rome shall suck reviving blood,

Guide thou the sword.

Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,

Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?

Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.

Hark thee, Clitus.

Has he, masters?

Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,

Hath Cassius lived to be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

Hath given me some worthy cause to wish things done, undone,

Have an eye to Cinna. Trust not Trebonius.

Have patience, gentle friends. I must not read it.

Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.

He bears too great a mind.

He desired their worships to think it was his infirmity.

He doth, for he did bid Antonius send word to you he would be there tomorrow.

He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

He fell down and foamed at the mouth and was speechless.

He greets me well.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,

He hath brought many captives home to Rome,

He hath left them you and to your heirs forever.

He hears no music.

He is at hand, and Pindarus is come to do you salutation from his master.

He is not doubted.

He loves me well, and I have given him reasons.

He put it by with the back of his hand, thus,

He reads much.

He said if he had done or said anything amiss,

He says for Brutus' sake, he finds himself beholding to us all.

He shall not live. Look, with a spot, I damn him.

He then unto the ladder turns his back, looks in the clouds,

He was my friend, faithful and just to me.

He was quick metal when he went to school.

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.

He wished today our enterprise might thrive.

He would be crowned.

He would embrace the means to come by it.

He would fain have had it.

He would not take the crown.

He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

He's taken.

Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

Hear me for my cause!

Held up his left hand,

Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!

Here comes his body,

Here is a sick man that would speak with you.

Here is a sick man that would speak with you.

Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.

Here is my dagger, and here my naked breast.

Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.

Here it is, I think.

Here lies the east. Doth not the day break here?

Here was a Caesar.

Here will I stand till Caesar pass along.

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises.

Here, my lord.

Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, for Brutus is an honorable man,

Here's Decius Brutus. He shall tell them so.

Here's my hand.

His glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy,

His life was gentle,

His private arbors and new planted orchards on this side Tiber.

Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,

Honor for his valor, and death for his ambition.

Hooting and shrieking.

How covert matters may be best disclosed

How escaped I killing when I crossed you so?

How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!

How I have thought of this and of these times

How ill this taper burns.

How many ages hence shall this our lofty scene be acted over,

How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,

How that might change his nature, there's the question.

I am a soldier, I, older in action, abler than yourself to make conditions.

I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go!

I am compelled to set upon one battle all our liberties.

I am glad that my weak words

I am no orator, as Brutus is,

I am not well in health, and that is all.

I am to blame to be thus waited for.

I blame you not for praising Caesar so,

I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it.

I cannot tell what you or other men think of this life,

I cannot, by the progress of the stars, give guess how near to day.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

I come to fetch you to the senate house.

I could tell you more news, too.

I dare assure thee that no enemy shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.

I did hear him groan.

I did not think you could have been so angry.

I did not. He was but a fool that brought my answer back.

I did send to you for certain sums of gold, which you denied me,

I did send to you for gold to pay my legions, which you denied me.

I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,

I do entreat you, not a man depart,

I do fear the people choose Caesar for their king.

I do know you well.

I do not doubt but that my noble master will appear,

I doubt not of your wisdom.

I fear I wrong the honorable men whose daggers have stabbed Caesar.

I fear there will a worse come in his place.

I fear we are too bold upon your rest.

I found no man but he was true to me.

I grant I am a woman,

I grant I am a woman, but withal a woman well reputed, Cato's daughter.

I have an hour's talk in store for you.

I have been up this hour, awake all night.

I have done no more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus.

I have heard where many of the best respect in Rome,

I have not from your eyes that gentleness and show of love as I was wont to have.

I have not known when his affections swayed more than his reason.

I have overshot myself to tell you of it.

I have slept, my lord, already.

I have the same dagger for myself,

I have, when you have heard what I can say.

I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, cry Caesar.

I killed not thee with half so good a will.

I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar,

I know my hour is come.

I know not what may fall. I like it not.

I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,

I know not, sir.

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, as well as I do know your outward favor.

I know that we shall have him well to friend.

I know where I will wear this dagger, then.

I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

I mean sweet words,

I needs must part

I never stood on ceremonies.

I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know,

I pause for a reply.

I put it in the pocket of my gown.

I rather choose to wrong the dead,

I rather tell thee what is to be feared than what I fear,

I remember the first time ever Caesar put it on.

I said an elder soldier, not a better.

I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown.

I shall recount hereafter.

I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong,

I should not know you, Brutus.

I should not need if you were gentle Brutus.

I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

I should not urge thy duty past thy might.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.

I think he will stand very strong with us.

I think it is not meet Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,

I think it is the weakness of my eyes that shapes this monstrous apparition.

I turn the trouble of my countenance merely upon myself.

I urged you further,

I was born free as Caesar. So were you.

I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

I will be here again, even with a thought.

I will do so. Till then, think of the world.

I will hear Brutus speak!

I will hear Brutus speak!

I will myself into the pulpit first, and show the reason of our Caesar's death.

I will not come today. Tell them so, Decius.

I will not do them wrong.

I will see thee at Philippi, then!

I will this night, in several hands,

I will, my lord.

I wish we may.

I wish your enterprise today may thrive.

I wonder none of you have thought of him.

I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.

I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well.

I would not, so with love I might entreat you, be any further moved.

I, per chance, speak this before a willing bondman.

I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart.

I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself

I'd rather be a dog and bay the moon than such a Roman.

I'll fetch him presently.

I'll have them sleep on cushions by my tent.

I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, when you are waspish.

If any, speak, for him have I offended.

If any, speak, for him have I offended.

If any, speak, for him have I offended.

If Brutus have in hand any exploit worthy the name of honor.

If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony may safely come to him

If Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.

If Caesar hide himself,

If he love Caesar, all that he can do is to himself.

If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.

If I do live, I will be good to thee.

If I myself, there is no hour so fit as Caesar's death hour,

If it be aught toward the general good,

If it be found so, some will dear abide it.

If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

If not the face of men, the sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,

If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.

If not, why then, this parting was well made.

If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth.

If the redress will follow, thou receivest thy full petition

If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar,

If then thy spirit look upon us now,

If there be any in this assembly,

If these be motives weak, break off betimes,

If this be known, Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, for I will slay myself.

If this were true, then should I know this secret.

If this were true, then should I know this secret.

If thou be'st not immortal, look about you.

If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong.

If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live.

If we do lose this battle, then is this the very last time

If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed.

If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.

If you have tears,

If you shall send them word you will not come,

III spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.

Impatient of my absence, and grief that young Octavius

In every place save here in Italy.

In our black sentence and prescription.

In our own proper entrails.

In Parthia did I take thee prisoner,

In states unborn and accents yet unknown.

In such a time as this it is not meet that every nice offense

Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow mean to establish Caesar as a king.

Into this angry flood and swim to yonder points?

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,

Is Brutus sick?

Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?

Is it come to this?

Is it possible?

Is not tomorrow, boy, the ides of March?

Is there no voice more worthy than my own

It does, my boy. I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

It is good you know not that you are his heirs.

It is more worthy to leap in ourselves than tarry till they push us.

It is not for your health thus to commit your weak condition

It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.

It is she

It is true, this god did shake. His coward lips did from their color fly,

It may be, these apparent prodigies, the unaccustomed terror of the night,

It must be by his death,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear,

It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

It shall be done, my lord.

It useth an enforced ceremony.

It was a vision fair and fortunate.

It was mere foolery. I did not mark it.

It was on a summer's evening in his tent that day he overcame the Nervii.

It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again.

It were best he speak no harm of Brutus here!

It will inflame you, it will make you mad.

It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep.

It would become me better than to close in terms of friendship with thine enemies.

Joy once fled cannot return

Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?

Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold our Caesar's vesture wounded?

Kneel not, gentle Portia.

Knew you not Pompey?

Know I these men that come along with you?

Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy that plays thee music?

Lest I be laughed at when I tell them so.

Lest that the people, rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.

Let him be Caesar!

Let him go up into the public chair. We'll hear him.

Let it appear so. Make your vaunting true, and it shall please me well.

Let it not, Brutus.

Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires. I'll leave you.

Let me prevail in this.

Let me see, let me see. Is not the leaf turned down where I left reading?

Let not our looks put on our purposes.

Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

Let us do so, for we are at the stake, and bayed about with many enemies,

Let us not leave him out.

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

Liberty! Freedom!

Like to a little kingdom, suffers then the nature of an insurrection.

Like wrath in death and envy afterwards.

Lions with toils and men with flatterers.

Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die.

Look upon Caesar.

Look you here.

Look you, Cassius, the angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,

Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through.

Look, look, Titinius.

Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so.

Low crooked courtesies and base spaniel fawning.

Lucilius, bid the commanders prepare to lodge their companies tonight.

Lucius Pella for taking bribes here of the Sardians.

Lucius, a bowl of wine.

Lucius, my gown!

Lucius.