Marc Antony: (repeated several times, about Caesar) Yet Brutus says he was ambitious/ And Brutus is an honorable man.
Cassius: Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed that he hath grown so great?
Brutus: Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar/ I have not slept./ Between the acting of a dreadful thing / And the first motion, all the interim is / Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: / The Genius and the mortal instruments / Are then in council; and the state of man, / Like to a little kingdom, suffers then / The nature of an insurrection.
Cassius: Ye gods, it doth amaze me/ A man of such a feeble temper / Should so get the start of the majestic world/And bear the palm alone.
Julius Caesar: Cowards die many times before their deaths; / The valiant never taste of death but once.
Cassius: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,/ But in ourselves that we are underlings.
Cassius: (referring to Julius Caesar) And this man is now become a god.
Marc Antony: (to Caesar's dead body) O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.
(last lines) Marc Antony: This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he, did what they did in envy of great Caesar. He only, in a general honest thought, and common will for all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him that the nature might stand up and say to all the world, "This was a man."
Marc Antony: Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar.
Julius Caesar: (after being stabbed by Brutus) Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!