I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well... For let the gods so speed me as I love / The name of honor more than I fear death. (I ii 89 95-6)
I do fear the people Choose Caeser for their king. (I ii 85-6)
Shout. Flourish
Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so (I ii 87-8)
Another general shout! I do believe the that these applauses are / For some new honors that are heaped on Caeser. (I ii 139- 141)
Shout. Flourish
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(I ii 145-8)
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world/Like a Colossus, and we petty men/Walk under his huge legs and peep about(I ii 142-4)
I will do so... (I ii 192)
The games are done, and Caeser is returning (I ii 188)
As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note today (I ii 189-191)
... he put it by thrice... (I ii 239)
You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak with me? (I ii 225-6)
Why, there was a crown offered him; and, being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand (I ii 230-2)
They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for? (I ii 236)