Watch
Beware the Ides of March.
Soothsayer, Act 1, Scene 2
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Caesar, Act 1, Scene 2
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves that we are underlings.
Cassius, Act 1, Scene 2
For mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Casca, Act 1, Scene 2
Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
Brutus, Act 2, Scene 1
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Caesar, Act 2, Scene 2
Et tu, Brute? Then fall Caesar.
Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
Antony, Act 3, Scene 1
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Antony, Act 3, Scene 2
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.
Antony, Act 3, Scene 2
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
Antony, Act 3, Scene 2
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Brutus, Act 4, Scene 3
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
Antony, Act 5, Scene 5
