Gives Caesar another verbal warning about the ides of March

Tries to warn Caesar with a letter, but Caesar refuses to read it

Leads Antony out of the curia so he cannot get in the way of the attack

First presents a plea to Caesar about his banished brother

First to stab Caesar

Last to stab Caesar

Says, "Et tu, Brute?"

Mourns Caesar's loss and secretly plans his vengeance

The group that brutally and wrongfully kills Caesar

The group that sacrifices Caesar for Rome's freedom

We, the audience, are aware of the conspirators' plan to attack and kill Caesar, but Caesar is clueless, thinking he will be crowned king. We, the audience, are aware of Antony's true intentions of speaking revenge on the conspirators, but Brutus believes Antony is an honest and loyal Roman who is on the liberators' side.

Wait, will you lift up Olympus? And Caesar's ghost alongside Ate from hell, searching for revenge, will cry in the voice of a king, "Havoc!" and unleash the dogs of war.

But I am constant as the North star, which always appears in the same place in the sky. The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks. They are all fire and every one of them does shine, but there’s only one that shines the brightest and remains in the same place. And I am like that star. Over your wounds--which, like speechless mouths, open their ruby lips as though to beg me to speak. Caesar’s blood came with it, as if rushing out a door to see if it really was Brutus who was knocking so rudely.

Here is the place where you were trapped and then hunted, you brave deer. Here is the place where you fell and where your hunters stand. You aren’t wood, you aren’t stones, but men. Brutus was Caesar’s angel.

Romans, countrymen, and friends. Listen to my reasons, and be silent so that you may hear me. Believe me because of my honor, and remember my honor, so that you may believe me. Friends, Romans, countrymen.

It’s not that I loved Caesar less but that I loved Rome more. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for his ambition.

Would you rather Caesar were alive and we all would be dead as slaves? Is this the work of an ambitious man? Then what reason is keeping you from mourning his death now?

Who is here so unworthy that he would want to be a slave? Who is here so uncivilized that he would not want to be a Roman? Who is here so vile that he does not love his country?

With the permission of Brutus and the others--for Brutus is an honorable man; they are all honorable men--I have come to speak at Caesar’s funeral. He was my friend, faithful and fair to me. But Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honorable man…Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, and there’s no doubt that Brutus is an honorable man.

He was my friend, faithful and fair to me. Brutish beasts. Beloved Brutus. Treason triumphed.

Be patient with me, for my heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, and I must pause until it returns to me. If you knew what was in the will, you would kiss his dead wounds, dip your handkerchiefs in his sacred blood, and beg for a lock of hair to remember him by.

Great Caesar fell--then you and I and all of us fell down.

Antony tells the commoners, “don’t let me stir you up to such sudden mutiny…I didn’t come here to steal your loyalty. I’m not a good public speaker like Brutus is. I don’t have the cleverness nor the persuasion nor the authority to anger men.”