Julius Caesar Quotes

Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home:
Is this a holiday?
Julius Caesar, 1. 1

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome.
Julius Caesar, 1. 1

Beware the ides of March.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Anthony.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2


Poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

Set honor in one eye and death i' the other
And I will look on both indifferently.
Julius Caesar, 1. 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.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

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.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

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.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

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.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great?
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

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.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

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.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

He loves no plays,
As thou dost, Anthony.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Whiles they behold a greater than themseles,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be feared
Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar.
Julius Caesar, 1. 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.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Julius Caesar, 1. 2

Yesterday the bird of night did sit,
Even at noon-day, upon the market place,
Hooting and shrieking.
Julius Caesar, 1. 3

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
Julius Caesar, 1. 3

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.
Julius Caesar, 1. 3

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking.
Julius Caesar, 1. 3

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
Julius Caesar, 2. 1

Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers.
Julius Caesar, 2. 1

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
Julius Caesar, 2. 1

For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.
Julius Caesar, 2. 1

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered.
Julius Caesar, 2. 1

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.
Julius Caesar, 2. 1

Portia: Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
Brutus: You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Julius Caesar, 2. 1

I grant I am a woman, but, withal,
A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife;
I grant I am a woman, but, withal,
A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so fathered and so husbanded?
Julius Caesar, 2. 1

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Julius Caesar, 2. 2

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.
Julius Caesar, 2. 2

Danger knows full well
That Caesar is more dangerous than he:
We are two lions littered in one day,
And I the edler and more terrible.
Julius Caesar, 2. 2

Caesar: The ides of March are come.
Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
Julius Caesar, 3. 1

But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
Julius Caesar, 3. 1

Et tu, Brute! Then fall Caesar!
Julius Caesar, 3. 1
Ambition's debt is paid.
Julius Caesar, 3. 1

How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted o'er
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Julius Caesar, 3. 1

O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?
Julius Caesar, 3. 1

The choice and master spirits of this age.
Julius Caesar, 3. 1
Though last, not least in love.
Julius Caesar, 3. 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.
Julius Caesar, 3. 1

Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.
Julius Caesar, 3. 1

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

As he was valiant, I honor him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

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.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious;
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

On the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men:
And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

See what a rent the envious Casca made.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

This was the most unkindest cut of all.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

For I have neither, wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech,
To stir men's blood; I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Anthony, there were an Anthony
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.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

He hath left you all his walks,
His private arbors, 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.
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

Not let it work; mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt!
Julius Caesar, 3. 2

Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
Julius Caesar, 3. 3

He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
Julius Caesar, 4. 1

This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errants.
Julius Caesar, 4. 1

You yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

The foremost man of all this world.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say "better"?
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

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.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

Cassius is aweary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learned, and conned by rote,
To cast into my teeth.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

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.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

We must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
Julius Caesar, 4. 3

But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Julius Caesar, 5. 1

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Julius Caesar, 5. 1

O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
Julius Caesar, 5. 1

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Julius Caesar, 5. 3

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
Julius Caesar, 5. 5

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!"
Julius Caesar, 5. 5