Julius Caesar (Dover Thrift Editions: Plays)

by William Shakespeare

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

Set honour in one eye and death i’ the other,

I was born free as Caesar;

And bear the palm alone.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.

The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins Remorse85 from power:

But ’t is a common proof,87 That lowliness is young ambitions ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend:

Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.

Let Antony and Caesar fall together.

We shall be call’d purgers, not murderers.

unicorns may be betray’d with trees And bears with glasses, 119 elephants with holes, Lions with toils120 and men with flatterers:

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.