Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood

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

He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake.  'Tis true, this god did shake! His coward lips did from their color fly,Imagery"from their color fly"In Cassius' disdainful description of a very sick Caesar, you would expect him to say that the color had left Caesar's lips, which is a common symptom of illness. But Shakespeare has cleverly reversed the subject and object of the phrase in order to create another image entirely. Caesar's lips are like cowardly soldiers fleeing from their colors—the battle flag around which the soldiers should rally. The imagery conveys both Caesar's illness, and—more importantly—his lack of fortitude.Imagery"from their color fly"[Click to see note.] And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre.  I did hear him groan

I was born free as Caesar, so were you; We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he.

So well as by reflection, I, your glass

Where many of the best respect in Rome — Except immortal Caesar — speaking of Brutus

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face

that loves you

Et tu, Brute? — Then fall, Caesar

Thy brother by decree is banishèd

and taste some wine with me

Give me my robe, for I will go.

Because I love you,

worthy

Caesar should be a beast without a heart

In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.

For I can give his humor the true bent, And I will bring him to the Capitol

For he can do no more than Caesar's arm When Caesar's head is off

Decius, well urged.  I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar, Should outlive Caesar.  We shall find of him A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so far As to annoy us all; which to prevent, Let Antony and Caesar fall together.

for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion

This is Trebonius. Brutus                               He is welcome hither. Cassius This, Decius Brutus. Brutus CassiusYes, every single man. And there is no man here that doesn't think you're honorable. Every man here wishes you had the same opinion of yourself that all noble Romans have of you. This is Trebonius.BrutusHe is welcome here.CassiusThis is Decius Brutus.BrutusHe is welcome too.CassiusThis is Casca, this is Cinna, and this is Metellus Cimber.BrutusThey are all welcome. What's keeping you all up at night?CassiusCan I have a word?[Brutus and Cassius whisper.]                                   He is welcome too. Cassius This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber

dreadful

Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus

adder