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A man no mightier than thyself or meIn personal action, yet prodigious grown,And fearful as these strange eruptions are.I, iii, 79-80
Tis Caesar that you mean. Is it not, Cassius?I, iii, 82
Let it be who it is. For Romans nowHave thews and limbs like to their ancestors,But—woe the while!—our fathers' minds are dead,And we are governed with our mothers' spirits.85 Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.I, iii, 83-86
Indeed, they say the senators tomorrowMean to establish Caesar as a king,And he shall wear his crown by sea and landIn every place save here in Italy.I, iii, 88-91
If I know this, know all the world besides, That part of tyranny that I do bearI can shake off at pleasure.I, iii, 101-103
So can I.So every bondman in his own hand bearsThe power to cancel his captivity.I, iii, 104-106
Hold, my hand.Be factious for redress of all these griefs,And I will set this foot of mine as farAs who goes farthest.I, iii, 121-124
There’s a bargain made.Now know you, Casca, I have moved alreadySome certain of the noblest-minded RomansTo undergo with me an enterprise125 Of honorable-dangerous consequence.I, iii, 125-129
And I do know by this they stay for me In Pompey’s porch. For now, this fearful night, There is no stir or walking in the streets, And the complexion of the element 130 In favor’s like the work we have in hand, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.I, iii, 131-135

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