Rhetoric in Julius Caesar Acts 1-2

And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?

And since you know you cannot see yourself so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself that of yourself which you yet know not of.

Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that "Caesar"? Why should that name be sounded more than yours?

You look pale, and gaze, and put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder, to see the strange impatience of the heavens...

But, O grief, where hast thou led me?

O Conspiracy, sham'st thou to show thy dang'rous brow by night, when evils are most free?

Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous, old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls that welcome wrongs...

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds

I grant I am a woman; but withal a woman that Lord Brutus took to wife. I grant I am a woman, but withal a woman well reputed, Cato's daughter.

If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper, "Lo, Caesar is afraid?"

Caesar should be a beast without a heart if he should stay at home today for fear. No, Caesar shall not; Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions littered in one day, and I the elder and more terrible; and Caesar shall go forth.

"Speak, strike, redress!" Am I entreated to speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise, if the redress will follow, thou receivest thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

And this man is now become a god, and Cassius is wretched creature, and must bend his body if Caesar carelessly but nod on him.