Julius Caesar Test Quotes

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? (1.1)

Marullus

The live-long day. (1.1)

Marullus

Beware the ides of March. (1.2)

Soothsayer

He is a dreamer; let us leave him; pass. (1.2)

Caesar

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. (1.2)

Brutus

Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men. (1.2)

Brutus

Set honor in one eye and death i' the other, And i will look on both indifferently. (1.2)

Brutus

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)

Cassius

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)

Cassius

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 a men are dangerous. (1.2)

Caesar

'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness. (1.2)

Brutus

He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. (1.2)

Caesar

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. (1.2)

Casca

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius. (1.3.)

Cassius

'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)

Brutus

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.

Brutus

O conspiracy!
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? (2.1)

Brutus

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. (2.1)

Brutus

But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. (2.1)

Decius

You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. (2.1)

Brutus

Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so fathered and so husbanded? (2.2)

Portia

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. (2.2)

Calphurnia

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. (2.2)

Calphurnia

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)

Caesar

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)

Caesar

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)

Portia

The ides of March are come. (3.1)

Caesar

Ay, Caesar, but not gone. (3.1)

Soothsayer

But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fixed and resting quality. There is no fellow in the firmament. (3.1)

Caesar

Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar! (3.1)

Caesar

Ambition's debt is paid. (3.1)

Casca

He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. (3.1)

Casca

How many ages hence, Shall this our lofty scene be acted o'er, In states unborn, and accents yet unknown! (3.1)

Cassius

O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? (3.1)

Antony

Your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. (3.1)

Antony

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 livéd in the tide of times. (3.1)

Antony

Cry, 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war. (3.1)

Antony

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. (3.2)

Brutus

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. (3.2)

Brutus

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. (3.2)

Antony

O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. (3.2)

Antony

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. (3.2)

Antony

Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything. (3.2)

Antony

When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. (4.2)

Brutus

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. (4.3)

Brutus

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)

Cassius

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. (4.3)

Cassius

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)

Octavius

O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou show, to the apt thoughts of men, The things that are not? (5.3)

Lepidus

This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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)

Antony

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 livéd in the tide of times. (3.1)

Antony