Across
- 4. "I do consent"
- 8. “Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion...”
- 10. “Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny....”
- 11. cimber “Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:...”
- 14. "'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?"
- 17. “Beware the ides of March.”
- 20. "Why, now thou diest as bravely as Tintinius;"
- 22. “That's not an office for a friend, my lord.”
- 23. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down"
- 24. “Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.”
- 25. “Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, yet now they fright me. There is one within...”
- 26. “Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?”
- 28. “I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.”
- 29. "vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue."
- 30. “Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord”
- 32. "Thou art a cobbler, art thou?"
- 33. cato “Brave Tintinius! Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!”
- 34. “Brutus, my lord!”
- 35. “Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.”
- 37. "the poet What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to..."
Down
- 1. “Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.”
- 2. “So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.”
- 3. "A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March."
- 5. “This dream is all amiss interpreted;It was a vision fair and fortunate:…”
- 6. "Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?"
- 7. “Tintinius is enclosed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;...”
- 9. “Go bid the priests do present sacrifice and bring me their opinions of success.”
- 12. “O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; who, having some advantage on Octavius...”
- 13. “There is no fear in him; let him not die; for he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.”
- 15. "To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates."
- 16. "That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar."
- 18. "Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers,Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:..."
- 19. " I kiss thy hand,but not in flattery,Caesar"
- 21. "Nor I, my lord."
- 27. " The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!"
- 28. “Good morrow, Caesar.”
- 31. “Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known...”
- 36. “I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this! There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.