I am not gamesome, I do lack the quick spirit that is in Anthony. Let me not hinder your desires Cassius. I'll leave you![ I, ii, 33,36 ]
I have not from your eyes that gentleness and show of love I wont. You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over your friend that loves you[ I, ii, 37-41 ]
let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek headed-men. Yond Cassius has a hungry look. He thinks too much. (I, ii, 202-205)
Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous. He is a noble Roman, and well given. (I, ii, 206,207)
Games are done, Caesar is returning. (I, ii, 188)
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you what hath proceeded worthy today. (I, ii, 189,191) Casca will tell us what the matter is. (I, ii, 199)
Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today That Caesar looked so sad. (I, ii, 227) Was the crown offered him thrice? (I, ii, 238)
They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for? (I, ii, 236) Who offered him the crown? (I, ii, 242)
Nay!
You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak with me? Why, you were with him, were you not? (I, ii, 225)