Important Quotations from Julius Caesar

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You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? (1.1.39)

The live-long day. (1.1.42)

Beware the ides of March. (1.2.13)

He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. (1.2.24)

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. (1.2.28)

Poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men. (1.2.46)

Set honour in one eye and death i’ the other,
And I will look on both indifferently. (1.2.87)

Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life: but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself. (1.2.92)

I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Endure the winter’s cold as well as he. (1.2.97)

Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone. (1.2.129)

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. (1.2.135)

When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
That her wide walls encompassed but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man. (1.2.154)

There was a Brutus once that would have brook’d
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king. (1.2.167)

Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o’ nights;
Yond’ Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. (1.2.192)

‘Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness. (1.2.256)

He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men. (1.2.209)

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. (1.2.283)

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius. (1.3.90)

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself. (1.3.93)

‘Tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition’s ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend. (2.1.22)

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection. (2.1.63)

O conspiracy!
Sham’st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? (2.1.77)

Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. (2.1.173)

For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies. (2.1.196)

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered. (2.1.208)

Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. (2.1.240)

That great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one. (2.1.272)

You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart. (2.1.286)

Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so fathered and so husbanded? (2.1.296)

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. (2.2.22)

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. (2.2.30)

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come. (2.2.34)

Danger knows full well
That Caesar is more dangerous than he:
We are two lions littered in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible. (2.2.45)

O constancy! be strong upon my side;
Set a huge mountain ‘tween my heart and tongue;
I have a man’s mind, but a woman’s might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel! (2.4.6)

Caesar. The ides of March are come.
Soothsayer. Ay, Caesar; but not gone. (3.1.1)

But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament. (3.1.58)

Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar! (3.1.77)

Ambition’s debt is paid. (3.1.83)

He that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death. (3.1.101)

How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted o’er,
In states unborn, and accents yet unknown! (3.1.111)

O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? (3.1.148)

Your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world. (3.1.155)

O! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers;
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever livèd in the tide of times. (3.1.254)

Cry, ‘Havoc!’ and let slip the dogs of war. (3.1.268)

Passion, I see, is catching. (3.1.283)

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. (3.2.15)

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. (3.2.22)

As he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. (3.2.27)

Who is here so base that would be a bondman? (3.2.31)

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones. (3.2.79)

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man. (3.2.91)

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. (3.2.97)

O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. (3.2.110)

But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence. (3.2.124)

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms,
Quite vanquished him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey’s statua,
Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
O! what a fall was there, my countrymen;
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
O! now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. (3.2.189)

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man,
That love my friend. (3.2.221)

Were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. (3.2.231)

He hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. (3.2.252)

Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us anything. (3.2.271)

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforcèd ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. (4.2.20)

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm. (4.3.7)

Shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? (4.3.23)

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman. (4.3.27)

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. (4.3.67)

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. (4.3.72)

A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. (4.3.86)

All his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn’d, and conn’d by rote. (4.3.92)

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries. (4.3.218)

We must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures. (4.3.247)

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity. (4.3.251)

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made. (5.1.125)

O! that a man might know
The end of this day’s business, ere it come;
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known. (5.1.131)

This day I breathèd first: time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass. (5.3.23)

O hateful error, melancholy’s child!
Why dost thou show, to the apt thoughts of men,
The things that are not? (5.3.67)

I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. (5.4.28)

Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. (5.5.45)

This was the noblest Roman of them all;
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, ‘This was a man!’ (5.5.68)