Julius Caesar By William Shakespeare

Julius Caesar, Act II, Sc. I
A dish fit for the gods.

Julius Caesar, Act IV, Sc. III
The foremost man of all this world.

Julius Caesar, Act III, Sc. II
See what a rent the envious Casca made.

Julius Caesar, Act III, Sc. II
This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Julius Caesar, Act II, Sc. I
Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd and so husbanded?

Julius Caesar, Act III, Sc. II
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.

Julius Caesar, Act III, Sc. II
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Julius Caesar, Act III, Sc. I
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Julius Caesar, Act IV, Sc. III
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Julius Caesar, Act III, Sc. II
Put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

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