And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. Soothsayer Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol. The first part of the play leads to his death; the second portrays the consequences. Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. Ye gods, it doth amaze me. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged. With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. To cut the head off and then hack the limbs. why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: --Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved, Rome more. Act 1, Scene 1 Flavius and Murellus downplay the accomplishments of Julius Caesar as they scold the local commoners. Fast asleep? This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure. And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. Live a thousand years. Give me your hand. Didst thou not hear their shouts? Fare you well, my lord. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note. No, not for all the world. He would embrace the means to come by it. For this time I will leave you: To-morrow, if you please to speak with me. To be exalted with the threatening clouds: Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. And drawing days out, that men stand upon. On this side Tiber; he hath left them you. In terms of friendship with thine enemies. That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? If, any, speak; for him have I offended. I will come home to you; or, if you will. There is no stir or walking in the streets; In favour's like the work we have in hand. and why stare you so? Three, or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good, soul!' Here comes the general. He would not take the crown; Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious. And I will strive with things impossible; Yea, get the better of them. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome. O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit. I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. Strato, where is thy master? I could tell you more, news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs, off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius. Shall I descend? This hill is far enough. He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour. Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. must I endure all this? Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me? This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. I have heard, Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus. opening my lips and receiving the bad air. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face. We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. Sirs, awake! Brutus, Caesar’s friend and ally, fears that Caesar will become king, destroying the republic. If the tag-rag people did not, clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and, displeased them, as they use to do the players in, Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the, common herd was glad he refused the crown, he, plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his, throat to cut. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! That plays thee music? Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health. and did not they. offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? You have done that you should be sorry for. I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head. Metellus Cimber? Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. And thither will I straight to visit him: Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. What, Pindarus! Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him. Soothsayer Beware the ides of March. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart. As, by our hands and this our present act. He should not humour me. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus. The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, That you have no such mirrors as will turn. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; This is a sleepy tune. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. My spirit from mine eyes! Musing and sighing, with your arms across. For so much trash as may be grasped thus? He greets me well. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods. what do you mean? Which sometime hath his hour with every man. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? If this be known. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills. No place will please me so, no mean of death. Then must I think you would not have it so. An I had been a man of any. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person. Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, What rubbish and what offal, when it serves, Where hast thou led me? vile that will not love his country? No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus. Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look. and will you give me leave? Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour. That lowliness is young ambition's ladder. Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar; To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. It proves not so: their battles are at hand; Wherefore they do it: they could be content, With fearful bravery, thinking by this face. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door. [Above] Titinius is enclosed round about. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. I think he will stand very strong with us. Now they are almost on him. You've ungently, Brutus. And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot; Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal. He was quick mettle when he went to school. Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed. Revenge! Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Why birds and beasts from quality and kind, Why all these things change from their ordinance, To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find. Nor for yours neither. good morrow, worthy Caesar: And tell them that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius. More than his reason. If these be motives weak, break off betimes. Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. I do fear, the people. I will be here again, even with a thought. Good morrow, Antony. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world. For shame, you generals! Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em. Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Both meet to hear and answer such high things. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS, Alarum. Judge me, you gods! They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for? There is but one mind in all these men, and it is. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Besides, it were a mock, When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words. But I fear him not: So soon as that spare Cassius. In several hands, in at his windows throw, Writings all tending to the great opinion, That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely. Well, to our work alive. ', Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber. conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. About! Lucius, I say! he fell. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me. For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance. Whither am I going? Hooting and shrieking. occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; And no man else hath honour by his death. So, I am free; yet would not so have been. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Caesar at the heels. Will you be patient? They could not find a heart within the beast. What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans. All this! With the most noble blood of all this world. Of senators, of praetors, common suitors, I'll get me to a place more void, and there. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim: How I have thought of this and of these times. Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed. Come home to me, and I will wait for you. You have some sick offence within your mind. What say'st thou to me now? Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Come now, keep thine oath; Now be a freeman: and with this good sword. Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run, That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time. How I had moved them. Three, or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good, soul!' Belike they had some notice of the people. The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees. How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so? To find out you. Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee: If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. And so. I charm you, by my once-commended beauty, By all your vows of love and that great vow. They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades. Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; Bending their expedition toward Philippi. With untired spirits and formal constancy: Boy! The multitude, beside themselves with fear. I know where I will wear this dagger then; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass. Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand. Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar. Had you rather Caesar were living and, die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live.

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