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.

Made rich with the most noble blood of all this world.

Many a time and oft have you climbed up to walls and battlements,

Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead so well as Brutus living,

Mark Antony shall say I am not well.

Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.

Mark him and write his speeches in their books,

Mark well Metellus Cimber.

Marked ye his words?

Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarves off Caesar's images, are put to silence.

May we do so? You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

May well stretch so far as to annoy us all,

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run, as it were doomsday!

Messala, I have here received letters

Messala, this is my birthday. As this very day was Cassius born.

Methinks there is much reason in his saying.

Might fire the blood of ordinary men, and turn pre ordinance and first decree

Mine speak of 70 senators that died by their prescriptions,

More strong than traitors' arms, quite vanquished him,

More than I fear death.

Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,

Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,

Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,

Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

Mourned by Mark Antony,

Musing and sighing with your arms across.

Must I budge?

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Must I observe you?

My ancestors did from the streets of Rome the Tarquin drive,

My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.

My life is run its compass.

My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

My lord?

My lord.

My love to every new protester,

My sight was ever thick.

Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.

Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.

Never come such division 'twixt our souls.

Never fear that. If he be so resolved, I can oversway him,

Never, never!

Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand.

No man bears sorrow better.

No more.

No place will please me so, no mean of death, as here by Caesar,

No, Caesar hath it not,

No, Caesar shall not.

No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself but by reflection,

No, it is Casca, one incorporate to our attempts.

No, Messala.

No, my Brutus.

No, not for all the world.

Noble, noble Cassius, good night, and good repose.

None, Brutus. None!

None!

Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace tonight.

Nor his offenses enforced,

Nor no instrument of half that worth as those your swords,

Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirit,

Nor the power of speech to stir men's blood.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

Nothing, Messala.

Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man most like this dreadful night

Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest.

Now leave us, Publius.

Now lies he there, and none so poor to do him reverence.

Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Now they are almost on him.

Now, Casca, you and I will yet ere day seek Brutus at his house.

Now, Cinna.

Now, Decius Brutus, yours.

Now, good Metellus, go along by him.

Now, in the name of all the gods at once,

Now, Metellus. What, Trebonius!

Now, most noble Brutus, the gods today stand friendly,

Now, O now

Now, sit we close about this taper here, and call in question our necessities.

Now, Titinius! Now! Now!

Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, fulfill your pleasure.

O Antony, beg not your death of us.

O Brutus, have you not love enough to bear with me,

O Caesar, read mine first.

O Caesar, these things are beyond all use,

O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

O Cicero, I have seen tempests,

O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,

O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet.

O let us have him, for his silver hairs will purchase us a good opinion

O masters!

O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low?

O most bloody sight.

O murderous slumber,

O my dear brother.

O name him not. For he will never follow anything that other men begin.

O noble Caesar.

O Rome, I make thee promise.

O that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,

O ye gods, ye gods, must I endure all this?

O ye immortal gods.

O you and I have heard our fathers say, there was a Brutus once

O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,

O, coward that I am, to live so long

O, insupportable and touching loss!

O, my lord!

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

Octavius, Antony and Lepidus have put to death 100 senators.

Octavius, I have seen more days than you.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

Of whose true fixed and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.

Of your philosophy you make no use, if you give place to accidental evils.

Oh.

Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls that welcome wrongs.

Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries.

On such a full sea are we now afloat,

On such slippery ground, that one of two bad ways

Only be patient till we have appeased the multitude

Or a hideous dream.

Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, incenses them to send destruction.

Or else were this a savage spectacle.

Or here, or at the Capitol.

Or if you know that I profess myself in banqueting to all the rout,

Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last!

Or, if you will, come home to me, and I will wait for you.

Ordered honorably.

Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,

Our enemies have beat us to the pit.

Our hearts you see not.

Our reasons are so full of good regard

Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,

Pardon me, Caesar,

Pardon, Caesar. Caesar, pardon.

Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.

Peace! Silence! Brutus speaks!

Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,

Poor knave, I blame thee not. Thou art over watched.

Poor soul. His eyes are red as fire with weeping.

Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes, for, look, he smiles,

Portia is dead.

Portia, go in a while.

Portia?

Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

Prepare to shed them now.

Prick him down, Antony.

Ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell,

Read the will. We'll hear it, Antony!

Read us the will!

Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.

Regard Titinius, and tell me what thou notest about the field.

Remember March, the ides of March, remember.

Remember that you call on me today.

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

Romans,

Romans!

Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.

Run hence! Proclaim, cry it about the streets!

Safe, Octavius. Brutus is safe enough.

Save I alone, till Antony hath spoke.

Say I love Brutus and I honor him.

Scorning the base degrees by which he did ascend.

Search this bosom.

Security gives way to conspiracy.

See what a rent the envious Casca made.

See where their basest metal be not moved.

See. Antony, that revels long o' nights is notwithstanding up.

Seeing that death, a necessary end, will come

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

Set him before me. Let me see his face.

Set honor in one eye and death in the other,

Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote to cast into my teeth.

Set on and leave no ceremony out!

Shake off their sterile curse.

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, most noble in the presence of thy corse?

Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

Shall I descend, and will you give me leave?

Shall I entreat a word?

Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice cry Havoc!

Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death

Shall no man else be touched but only Caesar?

Shall Rome stand under one man's awe?

Shall Rome, etcetera.

Shall they not whisper, Lo, Caesar is afraid?

She dreamt tonight she saw my statue,

She is dead.

Sheathe your dagger.

Should bear its comment.

Should outlive Caesar.

Should so get the start of the majestic world

Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,

Shrunk to this little measure?

Signifies that, from you,

Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept.

Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.

Sirrah, give place.

Sleek headed men, and such as sleep a nights.

So are they all, all honorable men,

So Caesar may.

So can I, so every bondman in his own hand

So in the world, 'tis furnished well with men,

So in the world, 'tis furnished well with men,

So indeed he did.

So is he now in execution of any bold or noble enterprise.

So is my horse, Octavius, and for that I do appoint him store of provender.

So let high sighted tyranny range on

So let it be with Caesar.

So oft as that shall be,

So often shall the knot of us be called the men that gave their country liberty.

So says my master Antony.

So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, doing himself offense,

So vile a thing as Caesar.

So we, Caesar's friends, that have abridged his time of fearing death.

So, fare you well at once,

Soft, who comes here?

Some to the common pulpits and cry out, Liberty, freedom, enfranchisement!

Speak to me what thou art!

Speak, strike, redress!

Speak, strike, redress.

Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.

Speaking of Brutus and groaning underneath this age's yoke,

Stand close awhile.

Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's should chance to...

Stand not to answer. Take thou the hilts.

Stand, ho!

Stand, ho!

Stand, ho!

Stand, ho.

Stay, countrymen!

Stay, ho! Let us hear Mark Antony!

Stoop, Romans, stoop, and let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood.

Strike, as thou didst at Caesar,

Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,

Such as he is, full of regard and honor.

Such instigations have been often dropped where I have took them up.

Such men as he be never at heart's ease

Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,

Take heed of Cassius. Come not near Casca.

Take thought and die for Caesar.

Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer.

Tell him, so please him come unto this place, he shall be satisfied,

Tell me your counsels. I will not disclose them.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

Tell us what hath chanced today, that Caesar looks so sad.

Than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?

Than to repute himself a son of Rome under these hard conditions

That by prescription and bills of outlawry,

That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?

That did love Caesar when I struck him, have thus proceeded.

That gave me public leave to speak of him.

That have but labored to attain this hour.

That he is grown so great?

That her wide walls encompassed but one man?

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.

That I did love thee, Caesar, O it is true.

That I may rest assured whether those troops be friend or enemy.

That I was constant Cimber should be banished,

That is enough to satisfy the senate.

That it had almost choked Caesar for he swounded and fell down at it.

That it serves for the base matter to illuminate

That loved my friend, and that they know full well

That made them do it.

That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare?

That mothers shall but smile when they behold their infants

That must we also.

That Nature might stand up and say to all the world,

That needs must light on this ingratitude.

That part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure.

That should move the stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

That they pass by me as the idle wind, which I respect not.

That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

That this shall be or we will fall for it?

That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,

That unassailable holds on his rank, unshaked of motion,

That we may, lovers in peace, lead on our days to age.

That we shall die, we know.

That we shall die, we know.

That what he is, augmented, would run to these and these extremities.

That whatsoever I did bid thee do, thou shouldst attempt it.

That will be thawed from the true quality by that which melteth fools.

That will be thawed from the true quality by that which melteth fools.

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.

That you may the better judge.

That you might see your shadow.

That you shall give me reasons why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.

That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, why you are heavy,

That you would have me seek into myself for that which is not in me?

That young Octavius and Mark Antony come down upon us with a mighty power,

That, as I slew Caesar for the good of Rome,

That's all I seek,

That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

The cause is in my will. I will not come.

The choice and master spirits of this age.

The enemies of Caesar shall say this.

The enemy increaseth every day. We, at the height, are ready to decline.

The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

The games are done and Caesar is returning.

The genius and the mortal instruments are then in council,

The gods do this in shame of cowardice.

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

The ides of March are come.

The mighty gods defend thee. Artemidorus.

The name of Cassius honors this corruption,

The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious.

The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground

The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol.

The senate have concluded to give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.

The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks.

The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

The things that threatened me never looked but at my back,

The torrent roared, and we did buffet it with lusty sinews,

The troubled Tiber chafing at her shores,

The valiant never taste of death but once.

The will!

The will!

Their minds may change.

Then burst his mighty heart,

Then I,

Then lest he may, prevent.

Then make a ring around the corpse of Caesar,

Then must I think you would not have it so?

Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Then, with your will, go on.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Caesar.

There is no harm intended to your person, nor to no Roman else.

There is no more to say?

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, for I am armed so strong in honesty,

There is one within, besides the things that we have heard and seen,

There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.

There's a bargain made!

There's no heed to be taken of them.

There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

There's tears for his love, joy for his fortune,

Therefore I took your hands,

Therefore it is certain he was not ambitious.

Therefore let our alliance be combined,

Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.

Therefore, it is meet that noble minds keep ever with their likes,

Therefore, our everlasting farewell take.

Therein our letters do not well agree.

These are gracious drops.

These couchings and these lowly courtesies

These growing feathers, plucked from Caesar's wing,

These many then shall die. Their names are pricked.

They are all fire and every one doth shine,

They are pitiful. And pity to the general wrong of Rome,

They are wise and honorable,

They are, my lord.

They could not find a heart within the beast.

They murdered Caesar!

They murdered Caesar!

They that with haste will make a mighty fire begin it with weak straws.

They vanish tongue tied in their guiltiness!

They were traitors. Honorable men!

They would not have you to stir forth today.

Think not, thou noble Roman, that ever Brutus will go bound to Rome.

Think you I am no stronger than my sex, being so fathered and so husbanded?

Think you to walk forth?

This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.

This disturbed sky is not to walk in.

This dream is all amiss interpreted.

This is a holiday. What trade art thou?

This is a sleepy tune.

This is a slight unmeritable man, meet to be sent on errands.

This is my answer.

This is Trebonius.

This it is. 'Tis better that the enemy seek us.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

This was an ill beginning to the night.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

This way will I. Disrobe the images if you do find them decked with ceremonies.

Those that have known the earth so full of faults.

Thou art a fellow of a good respect.

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times.

Thou has described a hot friend cooling.

Thou lovedst him better than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes.

Though it do split you, for, from this day forth,

Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.

Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,

Though they do appear as huge as high Olympus.

Three or four wenches where I stood cried, Alas, good soul,

Three parts of him is ours already,

Through the hazards of this untrod state

Through this the well beloved Brutus stabbed,

Throwing it aside and stemming it with hearts of controversy.

Thus must I piece it out.

Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel.

Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman. I never thought him worse.

Till each man drop by lottery.

Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops and here again,

Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this.

Time is come round,

Titinius is enclosed at round about with horsemen that make to him on the spur.

Titinius, if thou lovest me, mount thou my horse

To be afeard to tell graybeards the truth?

To be exalted with the threatening clouds.

To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,

To dare the vile contagion of the night, and add unto his sickness?

To ease ourselves of diverse slanderous loads,

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?

To groan and sweat under the business, either led or driven, as we point the way.

To have an itching palm,

To hear the replication of your sounds made in her concave shores?

To him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.

To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.

To see my best friend taken before my face.

To see the strange impatience of the heavens.

To see thy Antony making his peace,

To sell and mart your offices for gold to undeservers.

To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.

To think that or our cause or our performance did need an oath.

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,

To wrong myself and you, than I will wrong such honorable men.

Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come home to you.

Trebonius doth desire you to o'er read, at your best leisure, this his humble suit.

Trebonius knows his time, for, look you, Brutus,

Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work.

Two several times by night,

Tyranny is dead!

Under your pardon.

Unto bad causes swear such creatures as men doubt,

Upon the word, accoutered as I was, I plunged in and bade him follow,

Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,

Upon what sickness?

Varro and Claudius.

Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!

Vexed I am of late, with passions of some difference.

Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

Was that done like Cassius?

Was this ambition?

We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar.

We are blessed that Rome is rid of him!

We both have fed as well,

We must straight make head.

We shall find in him a shrewd contriver,

We shall speak together.

We will hear Caesar's will!

We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony!

We'll leave you, Brutus.

We'll send Mark Antony to the senate house,

Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,

Weigh them, it is as heavy. Conjure with them,

Welcome, good Messala.

Welcome, Mark Antony.

Well, Brutus, thou art noble,

Well, honor is the subject of my story.

Well, then I shall see thee again.

Well, to our work alive.

Were I a common laugher and did use to stale with ordinary oaths

What a blunt fellow is this grown to be.

What a time have you chose out, brave Caius, to wear a kerchief.

What Antony shall speak, I will protest he speaks by leave and by permission,

What are you, then, determined to do?

What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?

What conquest brings he home?

What do you think of marching to Philippi presently?

What does he say of Brutus?

What is now amiss that Caesar and his senate must redress?

What man is that?

What mean you, Caesar?

What need we any spur but our own cause to prick us to redress?

What other bond than secret Romans that have spoke the word

What other oath than honesty to honesty engaged,

What private griefs they have, alas, I know not

What said he when he came unto himself?

What said Popilius Lena?

What say the augurers?

What sayest thou to me now? Speak once again.

What says my lord?

What should be in that Caesar?

What thou think'st of him.

What touches us ourself shall be last served.

What trash is Rome, what rubbish and what offal,

What tributaries follow him to Rome,

What was the second noise for?

What watchful cares do interpose themselves

What you have said I will consider.

What you have to say, I will with patience hear and find a time both meet to hear

What, Brutus, are you stirred so early, too?

What, Brutus?

What, I, my lord?

What, is Brutus sick?

What, Rome?

What, shall one of us that struck the foremost man of all this world

What, thou speak'st drowsily?

What, urge you your petitions in the street?

What? Did Caesar swoon?

What's to do?

When beggars die, there are no comets seen.

When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.

When Caesar says do this, it is performed.

When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.

When comes such another?

When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,

When grief and blood ill tempered vexeth him?

When he was called a king.

When I spoke that, I was ill tempered, too.

When it shall please my country to need my death.

When it will come.

When that rash humor that my mother gave me makes me forgetful?

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.

When the scolding winds have rived the knotty oaks,

When these prodigies do so conjointly meet,

When they shall see the face of Caesar, they are vanished.

When went there by a time, since the great flood,

Where is he?

Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, and presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on?

Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your love?

Wherein my letters, praying on his side, because I knew the man, were slighted off.

Wherein obscurely Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at.

Which did flame and burn like 20 torches joined.

Which did incorporate and make us one,

Which every noble Roman bears of you.

Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors,

Which he did thrice refuse.

Which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.

Which like a fountain with 100 spouts did run pure blood.

Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips

Which Mark Antony, by our permission, is allowed to make.

Which sometime hath his hour with every man.

Which thus offends

Which to prevent, let Antony and Caesar fall together.

Which, by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of.

Which, hatched, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,

Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

While I do run upon it.

Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.

Whilst I run on it.

Who comes here?

Who else must be let blood, who else is rank.

Who else would soar above the view of men

Who is here so base that will be a bondsman?

Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman?

Who is here so vile that will not love his country?

Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey.

Who swore they saw men all in fire walk up and down the streets.

Who swore they saw men all in fire walk up and down the streets.

Who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying,

Who, you all know, are honorable men.

Who's that? Metellus Cimber?

Who's within?

Who's within?

Why are you breathless? And why stare you so?

Why com'st thou?

Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

Why should that name be sounded more than yours?

Why this, Volumnius. The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me

Why,

Why, he that cuts off 20 years of life, cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world like a colossus.

Why, saw you anything more wonderful?

Why, sir, a carpenter.

Why, so I do.

Why, then, lead on.

Why, there was a crown offered him, and, being offered him,

Why, you were with him, were you not?

Will make him fly an ordinary pitch.

Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?

Will you be pricked in number of our friends,

Will you dine with me tomorrow?

Will you go see the order of the course?

Wilt thou, Strato?

With all respect and rites of burial.

With all true faith.

With carrion men, groaning for burial.

With courtesy and with respect enough, but not with such familiar instances,

With Mark Antony have made themselves so strong,

With the seal of Caesar. I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.

With the seal of Caesar. I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.

With this I depart.

With this she fell distract,

Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie, most like a soldier,

Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood.

Would he were fatter.

Write them together, yours is as fair a name.

Writings all tending to the great opinion that Rome holds of his name,

Ye gods! It doth amaze me a man of such a feeble temper

Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, and, dying, mention it within their wills,

Yea, get the better of them.

Yes, Cassius.

Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything?

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, and, sure, he is an honorable man.

Yet Caesar shall go forth,

Yet he spurs on.

Yet I do fear him,

Yet I insisted, yet you answered not,

Yet I see thy honorable metal may be wrought from that it is disposed.

Yet if my name were liable to fear,

Yet in the number I do know but one,

Yet it was not a crown neither, it was one of those coronets.

Yet now they fright me.

Yet see you but our hands and this the bleeding business they have done,

Yet, countrymen, O yet hold up your heads!

Yon gray lines that fret the clouds are messengers of day.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much.

You all did love him once, not without cause.

You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

You all do know this mantle.

You are dull, Casca,

You are my true and honorable wife,

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.

You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over your friend that loves you.

You blocks, you stones,

You do want, or else you use not.

You forget yourself to hedge me in.

You gentle Romans.

You have done that you should be sorry for.

You have forgot the will I told you of.

You have some sick offense within your mind,

You know that you are Brutus that speak this,

You may do your will, but he's a tried and valiant soldier.

You must conceit me, either a coward or a flatterer.

You must note, beside, that we have tried the utmost of our friends.

You say you are a better soldier.

You shall confess that you are both deceived.

You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,

You shall not stir out of your house today.

You shall read us the will, Caesar's will!

You speak to Casca, and to such a man that is no fleering tell tale.

You stared upon me with ungentle looks.

You will compel me then to read the will?

You worse than senseless things!

You wrong me every way. You wrong me, Brutus.

You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

You, sir, what trade are you?

You've ungently, Brutus, stole from my bed,

Your brother too must die.

Your infants in your arms,

Your master, Pindarus, in his own change, or by ill officers,

Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, in which so many smiling Romans bathed,

Your voice shall be as strong as any man's in the disposing of new dignities.

Yours, Cinna.

Yours, Metellus.

75 drachmas!

100 ghastly women, transformed with their fear,

Am I not stayed for, Cinna? Yes, you are.

And this, Metellus Cimber. They are all welcome.

and to rejoice in his triumph. Wherefore rejoice?

Antonius. Caesar, my lord?

Ay, he spoke Greek. To what effect?

Be near me, that I may remember you. Caesar, I will.

by that which he will utter? By your pardon,

Cassius, what night is this? A very pleasing night to honest men.

Cicero? Cicero is dead,

Cinna, where haste you so? To find out you.

Come down! Come down!

Consent you, Lepidus? I do consent.

Did I say better? If you did, I care not.

Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Speak, hands, for me!

for the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.

Give him a statue with his ancestors! Live, Brutus!

Give me your hand. And my heart, too.

Give me your hands all over, one by one. And let us swear our resolution.

Go to the pulpit, Brutus. Where's Publius?

Good morrow, Antony. So to most noble Caesar.

Good morrow, Caesar. Welcome, Publius.

Good night, Lucilius. Good night, my lord.

He is welcome hither. This, Decius Brutus.

He is welcome, too. This, Casca. This, Cinna.

Hurray! Hurray!

I am. I say you are not.

I denied you not! You did.

I do not think it good. Your reason?

I durst not! No!

I fear our purpose is discovered. Look how he makes to Caesar. Mark him.

Live, Brutus! Live! Live!

Live! Live!

Look in the calendar and bring me word. I will, sir.

Mark Antony? Pardon me, Caius Cassius.

My lord! Sirrah, what news?

My lord. My lord.

No, my lord, I saw nothing. Nor I, my lord.

No! No!

No! No!

No. O pardon, sir, it doth.

None! None!

O, Caesar! Hence!

Peace yet again! Who is it in the press that calls on me?

Peace, then. No words. I'd rather kill myself.

Portia, art thou gone? No more, I pray you.

Say he is sick. Shall Caesar send a lie?

The will! The will!

Then leave him out. Indeed, he is not fit.

They were villains, murderers! The will!

This Caesar was a tyrant! Nay, that's certain.

to the raw cold morning. Nor for yours neither.

Traitors. Villains.

Was the crown offered him thrice? Ay, marry, it was,

We will be revenged! Let not a traitor live!

What enterprise, Popilius? Fare you well.

What is't o'clock? Caesar, 'tis after eight.

What was the last cry for? Why, for that too.

Where is Antony? Fled to his house amazed.

Where is thy instrument? Here in the tent, sir.

Who calls? Bid every noise be still!

Who offered him the crown? Why, Antony.

Who's there? A Roman.

Why, for that too. They shouted thrice.

Wilt thou lift up Olympus? Great Caesar!

Would you speak with me? Ay, Casca.

Would you were not sick. I am not sick,

Yet hear me, countrymen! We'll mutiny!

You love me not. I do not like your faults.

You shall, Mark Antony. Brutus, a word with you.

'Tis but the time and drawing days out that men stand upon.

'Tis Caesar that you mean, is it not, Cassius?

'Tis Cinna. I do know him by his gait. He is a friend.

'Tis good.

'Tis just. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, that you have no such mirrors

'Tis my duty, sir.

'Tis time to part. The morning comes upon us.