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As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.

Julius Cæsar. Act 1. Sc. 1

The live-long day.

Ibid.

Beware the ides of March.

Sc. 2.

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.

Ibid

"Darest thou, Cassius, now

Leap in with me into this angry flood,

And swim to yonder point.?" Upon the word,

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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.

Conjure with 'em,

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,

Ibid.

Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,

That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!

Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!

Ibid

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

Ibid.

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.

He reads much;

He is a great observer, and he looks

Quite through the deeds of men.

Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.

But, for

my

own part, it was Greek to me.
"T is a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost 1 round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.

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.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act ii. Sc. Z.

Ibid.

Ibid.

A dish fit for the gods.

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,

says he does, being then most flattered.

He

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.

1 "Utmost" in Singer.

Ibid.

Ibid

With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you.

Julius Cæsar. Act ti. Sc. L

You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops1
That visit my sad heart.

Think you
I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd and so husbanded?

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,

In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.

These things are beyond all use,

And I do fear them.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

Ibid.

Ibid.

Sc. 2.

Ibid.

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;

Ibid.

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.

Caes. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.

But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality

There is no fellow in the firmament.

Et tu, Brute!

How many ages hence

Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

The choice and master spirits of this age.

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

1 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. — GRAY: The Bard, i.

3, line 12.

Though last, not least in love.1

Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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 lived in the tide of times.

Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.

Ibid.

Ibid.

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

Sc. 2.

Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome

more.

Who is here so base that would be a bondman?

If

Ibid.

Ibid.

any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for

a reply.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

Ibid.

The good is oft interred with their bones.

Ibid

For Brutus is an honourable man;

So

are they all, all honourable men.

Ibid.

When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept:

Ibid.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

O judgment thou art fled to brutish beasts,

And

men have lost their reason.

But yesterday the word of Cæsar might

Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.

Ibid.

Ibid.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Ibid.

See what a rent the envious Casca made.

Ibid.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Ibid

1 Though last not least.—SPENSER: Colin Clout, line 444.

Great Cæsar fell.

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down.
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2

What private griefs they have, alas, I know not.

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.
I only speak right on.

Put a tongue

In every wound of Cæsar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

Ibid

Ibia

Ibid.

Ibid

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Act iv. Sc. 2

You yourself

Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm.

Sc.&

Ibid.

The foremost man of all this world.

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

Ibid.

I said, an elder soldier, not a better:

Did I say

"better"?

Ibid.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty

That they pass by me as the idle wind,

Which I respect not.

Ibid

Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts :
Dash him to pieces!

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Ibid.

Ibid.

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