Cassius You love me not. Brutus I do not like your faults. Cassius A friendly eye could never see such faults. Brutus A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "high Olympus"
Brutus Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? Cassius O ye gods, ye gods! Must I endure all this? Brutus All this? Ay, more! Fret till your proud heart break. Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "venom of your spleen"
Cassius Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Brutus Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Cassius Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs, And when you do them — Brutus Cassius, be content. Speak your griefs softly. I do know you well. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Cassius and Brutus’ relationship
Antony How now, fellow? Servant Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Antony Where is he? Servant He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house. Antony And thither will I straight to visit him. He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Lepidus
Antony I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood; I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony 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. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "wounds...mouths"
Antony Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through. See what a rent the envious Casca made. Through this, the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed; And as he plucked his cursèd steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no — For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! 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 statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Caesar's Death
Antony If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on. 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through. See what a rent the envious Casca made. Through this, the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed; And as he plucked his cursèd steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no — For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! 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 statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "unkindly" and "unkindest"
Antony If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on. 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Nervii
Antony 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 interrèd with their bones — So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answered it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest — For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me. But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And sure he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "brutish”
All Live, Brutus! live, live! [Brutus descends from pulpit.] First Plebeian Bring him with triumph home unto his house. Second Plebeian Give him a statue with his ancestors. Third Plebeian Let him be Caesar. Fourth Plebeian Caesar's better parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "crown’d in Brutus”
