The Tragedy of Julius Caesar
1623 in the First Folio
Five acts, 2,591 lines, approx. 19,000 words
Notable lines and passages
Hence! home you idle creatures, get you home:
Is this a holiday?
Beware the ides of March.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Et tu, Brute
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune"
Cry, 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war.
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.
This was the most unkindest cut of all
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, 'This was a man!'
So, call the field to rest; and let's away
To part the glories of this happy day.