The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

forever farewell, Brutus!
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.

could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!

mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!

and then is death a benefit

when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Even in the aim and very flash of it.

I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.

is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Caesar's trophies.