“And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,With Ate by his side come hot from hell,Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,That this foul deed shall smell above the earthWith carrion men, groaning for burial.”
“For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!This was the most unkindest cut of all”
“The ides of March are come.Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.”
“I was born free as Caesar; so were you”
“Caesar, Now be still, I killed not thee with half so good a will"?”
“What means this shouting? I do fear, the peopleChoose Caesar for their king.”