But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. (Act 1, Scene 2)

When beggars die there are no comets seen: The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. (Act 2, Scene 2)

Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once. (Act 2, Scene 2)

Et tu Brute? — Then fall, Caesar. (Act 3, Scene 1)

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. (Act 3, Scene 1)

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. (Act 3, Scene 2)

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. (Act 3, Scene 2)

This was the most unkindest cut of all. (Act 3, Scene 2)

There is a tide in the affairs of men. (Act 4, Scene 3)