Artemidorus Here will I stand till Caesar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this. My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live; If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. [Exit.] Read more about Act 2, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: Fates
Caesar Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together. Brutus [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exit.] Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "like"
Caesar What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions Are to the world in general as to Caesar. Calpurnia When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “blaze”
Brutus You are my true and honorable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. Portia If this were true, then should I know this secret. 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? Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose ‘em. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Cato
Decius Brutus Let me work, For I can give his humor the true bent, And I will bring him to the Capitol. Cassius Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Caesar’s entourage
Cassius And let us swear our resolution. Brutus No, not an oath. If not the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse — If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed; So let high-sighted tyranny range on, Till each man drop by lottery. But if these — As I am sure they do — bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valor The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen, What need we any spur but our own cause, To prick us to redress? What other bond Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter? And what other oath Than honesty to honesty engaged, That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "high-sighted"
