| A | B |
|---|
| You shall not stir out of your house today | Calpurnia |
| I was born free of Caesar; so were you | Cassius |
| Remember March, the ides of March, remember? | Brutus |
| This was the noblest Roman of them all | Antony |
| He put it the third time by | Casca |
| Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world like a Colossus | Cassius |
| he is given to sports, to wildness, and to much company | Brutus |
| O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth | Antony |
| These growing feathers plucked from his wings will make him fly an ordinary pitch | Flavius |
| It must be by his death | Brutus |
| O ye gods! Render me worthy of this noble wife! | Brutus |
| Beware the ides of March | Soothsayer |
| Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings | Cassius |
| Set honor in one eye, and death in the other, And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me, as I live The name of honor more than I fear death | Brutus |
| Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous | Caesar |
| But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true-fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament | Caesar |
| Et tu, Brute? Then fall Ceasar. | Caesar |
| O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well | Antony |
| ...if then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more | Brutus |
| Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears, I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him | Antony |
| Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war | Antony |
| It must be by his death; and for my part, I know no general cause to spurn at him, But for the general | Brutus |
| ...But 'tis a common proof That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber upward turns his face... | Brutus |
| Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off and then hack the limbs... | Brutus |
| Is Brutus sick, and is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humors Of the dank morning? | Portia |
| Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. | Caesar |
