Julius Caesar (play)

• When Caesar says Do this, it is performd. (Antony, I.ii)
• Beware the ides of March. (Soothsayer, I.ii)
• 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 dishonourable graves. (Cassius, I.ii)
• The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. (Cassius, I.ii)
• Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, that he is grown so great? (Cassius, I.ii)
• Let me have men about me that are fat; sleek-headed men and such as sleep o nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much: such men are dangerous. (Caesar, I.ii)
• I rather tell thee what is to be feard Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar. (Caesar, I.ii)
• For mine own part, it was Greek to me. (Casca, I.ii)

Act II

• Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once. (Caesar, II.ii)
• When beggars die there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. (Calpurnia, II.ii)

Act III

• How many ages hence shall this our lofty scene be acted over in states unborn and accents yet unknown! (Cassius, III.i)
• Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar! (Caesar, III.i)
• Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war. (Antony, III.i)
• 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 interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. (Antony, III.ii)
• For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men, (Antony, III.ii)
• O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. (Antony, III.ii)
• My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, and I must pause till it come back to me. (Antony, III.ii)

Act IV

• There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. (Brutus IV.iii)

Act V

• This was the noblest Roman of them all. (Antony, V.v)
• So call the field to rest; and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day. (Octavius V.v)
• Caesar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. (Brutus V.v)