Brutus For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius? Should I have answered Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts, Dash him to pieces! Read more about popup_note_index_item 2440
Brutus The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity, Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say. Read more about popup_note_index_item 2441
Brutus Let me see, let me see — is not the leaf turned down Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [Enter the Ghost of Caesar.] How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. Read more about popup_note_index_item 2442
Antony Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue. Read more about popup_note_index_item 2437
Cassius '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 spirit as soon as 'Caesar'. Read more about popup_note_index_item 2425
First Murderer He's a traitor. Son Thou liest, thou shag-eared villain. Read more about popup_note_index_item 2417
Lady Macduff Poor bird, thou'ldst never fear the net, nor lime, The pitfall, nor the gin. Son Why should I, mother — poor birds they are not set for. Read more about popup_note_index_item 2416
