Cassius 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 dishonorable 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. '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'. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man? 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. O, you and I have heard our fathers say There was a Brutus once that would have brooked Th'eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Rome” and “room”
Cassius 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 dishonorable 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. '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'. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man? 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. O, you and I have heard our fathers say There was a Brutus once that would have brooked Th'eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "great flood"
Cassius 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! His coward lips did from their color fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre. I did hear him groan — Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,' As a sick girl. 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. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "from their color fly"
Brutus I am not gamesome. I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires. I'll leave you. Cassius 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. Brutus Cassius Brutus Cassius Brutus Cassius [Trumpets, shouting] Brutus Cassius Brutus Cassius [Shouts. Trumpets sound.] Brutus Cassius Brutus Cassius [Re-enter Caesar and his train of followers.] Brutus Cassius Brutus Cassius Caesar Antony Caesar Antony Caesar [Trumpets sound Caesar's exit. Caesar exits with all his followers except Casca.] Casca Brutus Casca Brutus Casca Brutus Casca Cassius Casca Brutus Casca Cassius Casca Brutus Casca Cassius Casca Brutus Cassius Casca Brutus Casca Brutus Casca Cassius Casca Cassius Casca Cassius Casca Cassius Casca Cassius Casca [Exit.] Brutus Cassius Brutus Cassius [Exit Brutus.] [Exit.] Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "too strange a hand"
Rosencrantz What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? Hamlet Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. Rosencrantz Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence And bear it to the chapel. Hamlet Do not believe it. Rosencrantz Believe what? Hamlet That I can keep your counsel and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son of a king? Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "counsel"