Messala How died my master, Strato? Strato I held the sword and he did run on it. Messala Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Antony This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar. He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world 'This was a man!' Octavius According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie, Most like a soldier, ordered honorably. So call the field to rest, and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day. [Exit.] Read more about Act 5, Scene 5: Popup Note Index Item: “the noblest Roman of them all”
Brutus Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well. It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. — Friends, I owe more tears Read more about Act 5, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "Last of all the Romans"
Brutus Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. 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 free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honor for his valor; and death for his ambition. 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. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Conspirators' Motivations
Brutus That govern us below. Cassius Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome? Brutus No, Cassius, no. Think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome. He bears too great a mind. But this same day Read more about Act 5, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Brutus' Stoicism
Brutus Even by the rule of that philosophy By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did give himself — I know not how, Read more about Act 5, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "the death which he did give himself"
