"Who is it in the press that calls on me? I
hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry “Caesar!”—Speak. Caesar is turned to
hear." (I. II. 15-17.)
Pathos
"No, Cassius, for
the eye sees not
itself But by
reflection, by some
other things." (I. II.
52-53.)
"Be not deceived. If I have veiled
my look, I turn the trouble of my
countenance Merely upon myself.
Vexèd I am Of late with passions
of some difference, Conceptions
only proper to myself, Which give
some soil perhaps to my
behaviors. But let not therefore,
my good friends, be grieved—
Among which number, Cassius,
be you one— Nor construe any
further my neglect Than that poor
Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other
men." (I. II. 37- 47.)
"Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk
under his huge legs and peep about To find
ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some
time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear
Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves,
that we are underlings. Brutus and
Caesar—what should be in that “Caesar”?
Why should that name be sounded more than
yours?" (I. II. 136-142.)
Logos
"Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To
touch Calphurnia; for our elders say The
barren, touched in the holy chase, Shake
off their sterile curse." (I. II. 6-9.)