For Brutus is an honourable man;

So are they all, all honourable men.

Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept :

Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.

Ibid.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Ibid.

See what a rent the envious Casca made.

Ibid.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Ibid.

Great Cæsar fell.

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.

Ibid.

What private griefs they have, alas, I know not.

Ibid.

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.
I only speak right on.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Put a tongue

In every wound of Cæsar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

You yourself

Are much condemned to have an itching palm.

Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The foremost man of all this world.

Ibid.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

Than such a Roman.

Ibid.

I said, an elder soldier, not a better:

Did I say 'better'?

Ibid.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,

For I am armed so strong in honesty

That they pass by me as the idle wind,

Which I respect not.

Ibid.

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!

Ibid.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Ibid.

All his faults observed,

Set in a note-book, learned, and conned by rote.

Ibid.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity.

Ibid.

Brutus. Then I shall see thee again?

Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.

Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.

Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
O, that a man might know

The end of this day's business ere it come!

Act v. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 5.

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Act v. Sc. 3.
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, 'This was a man!'

1 W. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

2 W. When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Banners flout the sky.

Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.

Dwindle, peak, and pine.

What are these

Ibid.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

Act i. Sc. 2.

So withered and so wild in their attire,

Act i. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,

And yet are on 't?

If you can look into the seeds of time,

Ibid.

And say which grain will grow and which will not. Ibid.

Stands not within the prospect of belief.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.

That takes the reason prisoner.

The insane root

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

Ibid.

Ibid.

In deepest consequence.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's

Two truths are told,

Ibid.

As happy prologues to the swelling act

Of the imperial theme.

Ibid.

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown

me.

Come what come may,

Ibid.

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ibid.

Nothing in his life

Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 't were a careless trifle.

There's no art

To find the mind's construction in the face.

More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Yet do I fear thy nature;

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

What thou wouldst highly,

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

And yet wouldst wrongly win.

That no compunctious visitings of nature fell purpose.

Shake my

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men

Ibid.

Ibid.

May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.

Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

The heaven's breath

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act i. Sc. 6.

Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle :
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.

If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,

Ibid.