Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
Between the time of deciding on a terrible act And actually doing it, everything in between Feels like a nightmare or a horrifying dream:
Marcus Brutus · Act 2, Scene 1
Brutus lies awake before the assassination, tormented by the gap between intention and deed. The lines are unforgettable because they anatomize the interior state of a man about to commit a great crime — and because they reveal that Brutus knows it is a crime, not a righteous act. This interior civil war prefigures the external civil war his deed will unleash.
Let's be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
Let's be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
Marcus Brutus · Act 2, Scene 1
Brutus is arguing against the murder of Antony and articulating his entire moral framework: the assassination can be a ceremony of purification, not mere butchery. The line is tragic because it shows Brutus trying to make the deed clean through language and ritual — a delusion that will destroy him. It exposes the gap between how we justify violence and what violence actually is.
If this were true, then should I know this secret. 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. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father’d and so husbanded? Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose ’em: I have made strong proof of my constancy, Giving myself a voluntary wound Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience. And not my husband’s secrets?
If that’s true, then I deserve to know this secret. I admit I’m a woman, but I’m also The woman that Lord Brutus chose to marry: I admit I’m a woman, but I’m also A woman with a good reputation, Cato’s daughter. Do you think I’m weaker than my gender, Just because of my father and my husband? Tell me your plans, I won’t tell anyone: I’ve proven my loyalty to you, By giving myself a voluntary wound Here, in my thigh: can I bear that in silence, And not your secrets?
Portia · Act 2, Scene 1
Portia kneels and demands that Brutus tell her his secrets, arguing that a wife deserves to know what troubles her husband. The speech is powerful because Portia claims her place as Brutus's equal, not his subordinate — she has wounded herself to prove her constancy and will not accept concealment. It shows a woman trying to bridge the gap between the private man and the public conspirator, though Brutus's silence will ultimately fail her.