Act iv. Sc. 2.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.