Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.

By your pardon,

Cassius, be content.

Cassius, be constant.

Is Cassius near?

Cassius, be not deceived.

Cassius, what night is this?

Pardon me, Caius Cassius.

Go to. You are not Cassius.

Go and commend me to my brother Cassius.

Forever and forever, farewell, Cassius.

The Prefect Cassius Chaerea may speak.

Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, for Cassius is aweary of the world.

Caesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink!

Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through.

'Tis Caesar that you mean, is it not, Cassius?

Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.

Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand.

In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

I was speaking, Cassius!

Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires. I'll leave you.

Cassius, if you could but win the noble Brutus to our party...

Take heed of Cassius. Come not near Casca.

O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

Noble, noble Cassius, good night, and good repose.

I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much.

Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept.

I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong, who, you all know, are honorable men.

Messala, this is my birthday. As this very day was Cassius born.

The name of Cassius honors this corruption, and chastisement doth, therefore, hide his head.

The chair recognises the Honourable Major Cassius Starbuckle... soldier, jurist, and statesman.

Cassius was the first to die by his own hand.

Caesar said to me, Darest thou, Cassius, now leap in with me

I do not know the man I should avoid so soon as that spare Cassius.

No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself but by reflection, by some other things.

If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, he should not humor me.

Brutus, Cassius and the others must be found and killed. Then?

If this be known, Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, for I will slay myself.

As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, to beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Look you, Cassius, the angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow, and all the rest look like a chidden train.

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm, to sell and mart your offices for gold to undeservers.

I've listened in awe and admiration to the magnificent oratory of the Honourable Major Cassius Starbuckle... the cattlemen's mouthpiece.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, that you would have me seek into myself for that which is not in me?

Hath Cassius lived to be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, when grief and blood illtempered vexeth him?