Caesar Quotes

“I have heard where many of the best respect in Rome, except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus and groaning underneath this age’s yoke, have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.”

Cassius

“Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, that you would have me seek into myself for that which is not in me?”

Brutus

“I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, set honor in one eye and death i’th’ other and I will look on both indifferently; for let the gods so speed me as I love the name of honor more than I fear death.”

Brutus

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. ‘Brutus’ and ‘Caesar’—what should be in that ‘Caesar’? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with ‘em, “Brutus” will start a spirt as soon as “Caesar.”

Cassius

“Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men, and such a sleep a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.”

Caesar

“Would he were fatter! But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid so soon that spare Cassius.”

Caesar

“I rather tell thee what is to be feared than what I fear, for always I am Caesar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, and truly what thou thinks’t of him.”

Caesar

“It must be by his death. And for my part I know no personal cause to spurn at him, but for the general. He would be crowned: how that might change his nature, there’s the question. It is the bright day that brights forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.”

Brutus

“Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, to cut the head off and then hack the limbs, like wrath in death and envy afterwards; for Antony is but a limb of Caesar.”

Brutus

“Not for your neither. You’ve ungently, Brutus, stole from my bed, And yesternight at supper you suddenly arose and walked about, musing and sighing, with your arms across, and when I asked you what the matter was, you stared upon me with ungentle looks.”

Portia

“Is Brutus sick? And is it physical to walk unbracèd and suck up the humors of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, and will he stela out of his wholesome bed to dare the vile contagion of the night and temp the rheumy and unpurgèd night to add unto his sickness?”

Portia

“Set on your foot, and with a heart new-fired I follow you to do I know not what but sufficeth that Brutus leads me on.”

Ligarius

“If he should stay at home today for fear. No, Caesar shall not. 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. And Caesar shall go forth.”

Caesar

“O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.—I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, who else must be let blood, who else is rank. If I myself, there is no hour so fit as Caesar’s death’s hour, nor no instrument of half that worth as those your swords made rich with the most noble blood of all this world.”

Antony

“Or else were this a savage spectacle. Our reasons were so full of good regard that were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, you should be satisfied.”

Brutus

“O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am meek and gentle with these butchers. That are the ruins of the noblest man that ever livèd in the tide of times.”

Antony

“And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell, shall in these confines from a monarch’s voice cry ‘Havoc!’ and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men groaning for burial.”

Antony

“If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freedmen?”

Brutus

“And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, and Brutus Antony, there were an Antony who 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.”

Antony