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My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
And being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
any dear friend of Caesar's,
Brutus has rived my heart.
These are gracious drops.
- And this, Metellus Cimber. - They are all welcome.
And many lusty Romans came smiling
but for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
you do want, or else you use not.
to towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
then burst his mighty heart,
Look upon Caesar.
Call it my fear that keeps you in the house and not your own.
Now, Titinius! Now! Now!
his private arbors and new-planted orchards on this side Tiber.
and then the people fell a-shouting.
for these predictions are to the world in general as to Caesar.
Are those my tents where I perceive our light?
and what men tonight have had resort to you,
till each man drop by lottery.
Ay. Saw you anything?
Everything is well.
Break up the senate till another time,
that mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare?
as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.
Lucius.
that needs must light on this ingratitude.
Wilt thou, Strato?
- None! - None!
What conquest brings he home?
There is one within, besides the things that we have heard and seen,
I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
and you, and all of us fell down,
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down.
and graves have yawned and yielded up their dead.
That, as I slew Caesar for the good of Rome,
Who comes here?
Calpurnia!
I will be here again, even with a thought.
of whose true fixed and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.
Messala, this is my birthday. As this very day was Cassius born.
and Caesar doth not change.
Beware the Ides of Social Media!
he then unto the ladder turns his back, looks in the clouds,
O noble Caesar.
and Cassius is a wretched creature
This is a holiday. What trade art thou?
and let me show you him that made the will.
in our own proper entrails.
- My lord. - My lord.
Was this ambition?
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves than tarry till they push us.
Caesar! Caesar!
He is addressed. Press near and second him.
mark him and write his speeches in their books,
As Caesar loved me, I weep for him.
but if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.
that you unfold to me, yourself, your half, why you are heavy,
Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.
and did bathe their hands in it.
Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calpurnia,
honor for his valor, and death for his ambition.
Come away, away!
and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe.
Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, at your best leisure, this his humble suit.
But I am constant as the northern star,
Brutus had rather be a villager
and will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Go you down that way toward the Capitol.
Remember March, the ides of March, remember.
- Where is Antony? - Fled to his house amazed.
III spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
I killed not thee with half so good a will.
I am glad that my weak words
as we have seen him in the Capitol being crossed in conference by some senators.
Who else would soar above the view of men
Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!
Good even, Casca.
that thunders, lightens, opens graves and roars.
with Mark Antony have made themselves so strong,
Caesar!
Cassius, be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand.
and, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
Do you confess so much?
That part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure.
show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,
for always I am Caesar.
What's to do?
Think you to walk forth?
Three or four wenches where I stood cried, Alas, good soul,
Good night, my lord.
but for supporting robbers, shall we now contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
I wish your enterprise today may thrive.