But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome. To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things.
Beware the ides of March.
He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass!
A man no mightier than thyself or me. In personal action, yet prodigious grown, And fearful as these strange eruptions are.
'Tis Caesar that you mean. Is it not, Cassius?
Act 1, Scene 1
It must be by his death, and for my part I know no personal cause to spurn at him But for the general. He would be crowned. How that might change his nature, there’s the question.
Act 1, Scene 2
Let us be sacrificers but not butchers, Caius. We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar, And in the spirit of men there is no blood. Oh, that we then could come by Caesar’s spirit And not dismember Caesar! But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it.
This dream is all amiss interpreted. It was a vision fair and fortunate. Your statue spouting blood ,where many Romans bathed, means that you’ll provide great Rome with sustaining blood, and men will strive to get some approval from your holy blood.
Act 1, Scene 3
How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia! I am ashamèd I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go.
Act 2, Scene 1
Act 2, Scene 1
Act 2, Scene 2
Do not go forth today. Call it my fear That keeps you in the house, and not your own.