CAESAR I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turn preordinance and first decreeInto the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Caesar bears such rebel bloodThat will be thawed from the true quality With that which melteth fools—I mean, sweet words, Lowcrookèd curtsies, and base spaniel fawning. Thy brother by decree is banishèd. Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied.
Metellus: Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart—
Brutus: I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar, Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
CAESAR What, Brutus?
Cinna: O Caesar—
CAESAR Et tu, Bruté?—
Casca: Speak, hands, for me!
Declius: Great Caesar—
Mark Antony: O masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong— Who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do them wrong. I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men. But here’s a parchment with the seal of Caesar. I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.
The will, the will! We want to hear Caesar’s will. We want to hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony
O piteous spectacle!
Peace there! Hear the noble Antony. Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! Let not a traitor live! We’ll hear him. We’ll follow him. We’ll die with him.
O noble Caesar!
O traitors, villains!
O woeful day!
O most bloody sight!
BRUTUS Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
CAESAR'S GHOST Thy evil spirit, Brutus. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.