They were villains, murderers! The will! Read the will!
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me you're ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil things that men do live on after them; The good things are often buried with their bones. Let it be this way with Caesar. The noble Brutus has told you that Caesar was ambitious. If that were true, it was a terrible fault, and Caesar has paid for it terribly...
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will.
Remember march, the ides of march remember. Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, and not for justice?
Judge me, you Gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Messala, I have here received letters that young Octavius and Mark Antony come down upon us with a mighty power.
O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords in our own proper entrails.
Titinius is dead.
Nay, I'm sure it is, Volumnius. Thou sees the world, Volumnius, how it goes; our enemies have beat us to the pit; it is more worthy to leap in ourselves than tarry till they push us.
Caesar now be still; I kill'd no thee with half so good a will.
Now, hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Volumnius, my time has come.
Not so my lord.
This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, ave only he, did that they did envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest though and common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements so mix'd in him that Nature might stand up and say to all the old, "This was a man!"