Act I, Sc. I
The live-long day.
Act V, Sc. V
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
Act I, Sc. II
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Act III, Sc. I
The choice and master spirits of this age.
Act III, Sc. II
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.
Act V, Sc. I
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Act IV, Sc. III
All his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote.
Act III, Sc. II
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Act III, Sc. II
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.
Act II, Sc. I
But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered.
Act IV, Sc. III
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Act I, Sc. II
He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men.

