I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar, desiring thee that Publius Cimber may have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Caesar, pardon! As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall to beg enfranchisement for Publius CImber.
I could be well moved, if I were as you; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me; But I am constant as the Northern Star.
Speak hands for me!
People and Senators, be not affrighted.
Fates, we will know your pleasures that we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out that men stand apart.
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Let us bath our hands in Caesars blood up to the elbows and besmear our swords. Then we walk forth, even to the marketplace, and waving our red weapons o'er our heads, let's all cry, " Peace, freedom, liberty!"
Stoop then and wash. How many ages hence shall this our lofty seat be acted over in states unborn and accents yet unknown!
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony may safely come to him and be resolved how Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead so well as Brutus living, but will follow the fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus.
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman. I never thought him worse.