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1

Julius Caesar
[I, 1]

First Commoner

7

Why, sir, a carpenter.

2

Julius Caesar
[I, 1]

Second Commoner

20

Why, sir, cobble you.

3

Julius Caesar
[I, 1]

Flavius

28

But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

4

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Cassius

226

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
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.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.

5

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

311

Why, you were with him, were you not?

6

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

313

Why, there was a crown offered him: and being
offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.

7

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

317

Why, for that too.

8

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

319

Why, for that too.

9

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

325

Why, Antony.

10

Julius Caesar
[I, 3]

Cicero

422

Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?

11

Julius Caesar
[I, 3]

Cicero

435

Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?

12

Julius Caesar
[I, 3]

Cassius

483

You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman you do want,
Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze
And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
But if you would consider the true cause
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
Why old men fool and children calculate,
Why all these things change from their ordinance
Their natures and preformed faculties
To monstrous quality,—why, you shall find
That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
To make them instruments of fear and warning
Unto some monstrous state.
Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
Most like this dreadful night,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol,
A man no mightier than thyself or me
In personal action, yet prodigious grown
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

13

Julius Caesar
[I, 3]

Cassius

531

And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
Before a willing bondman; then I know
My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.

14

Julius Caesar
[II, 1]

Brutus

887

Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.

15

Julius Caesar
[II, 1]

Portia

888

Is Brutus sick? and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
Have had to resort to you: for here have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.

16

Julius Caesar
[II, 4]

Portia

1138

I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
Why dost thou stay?

17

Julius Caesar
[II, 4]

Portia

1173

Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?

18

Julius Caesar
[III, 1]

Cassius

1315

Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

19

Julius Caesar
[III, 1]

Brutus

1400

Only be patient till we have appeased
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.

20

Julius Caesar
[III, 1]

Antony

1441

Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
Friends am I with you all and love you all,
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.