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twg_000000020600 | unfirm? O Cicero, I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have rivd the knotty oaks; and I have seen Th ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, To be exalted with the threatening clouds: But never till tonight, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil strife in heaven, Or else | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020601 | the world too saucy with the gods, Incenses them to send destruction. CICERO. Why, saw you anything more wonderful? CASCA. A common slave, youd know him well by sight, Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn Like twenty torches joind, and yet his hand, Not sensible of fire remaind unscorchd. Besides, I ha not since put up | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020602 | my sword, Against the Capitol I met a lion, Who glared upon me, and went surly by, Without annoying me. And there were drawn Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. And yesterday the bird of night did sit, Even at noonday | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020603 | upon the marketplace, Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies Do so conjointly meet, let not men say, These are their reasons; they are natural; For I believe, they are portentous things Unto the climate that they point upon. CICERO. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time. But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020604 | themselves. Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow? CASCA. He doth, for he did bid Antonius Send word to you he would be there tomorrow. CICERO. Goodnight then, Casca: this disturbed sky Is not to walk in. CASCA. Farewell, Cicero. [_Exit Cicero._] Enter Cassius. CASSIUS. Whos there? CASCA. A Roman. CASSIUS. Casca, by your voice. CASCA. Your ear is good. Cassius, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020605 | what night is this! CASSIUS. A very pleasing night to honest men. CASCA. Who ever knew the heavens menace so? CASSIUS. Those that have known the earth so full of faults. For my part, I have walkd about the streets, Submitting me unto the perilous night; And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, Have bard my bosom to the thunder-stone; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020606 | And when the cross blue lightning seemd to open The breast of heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it. CASCA. But wherefore did you so much tempt the Heavens? It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods by tokens send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020607 | CASSIUS. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life That should be in a Roman you do want, Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze, And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder, To see the strange impatience of the Heavens: But if you would consider the true cause Why all these fires, why all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020608 | these gliding ghosts, Why birds and beasts, from quality and kind; Why old men, fools, and children calculate, Why all these things change from their ordinance, Their natures, and pre-formed faculties, To monstrous quality; why, you shall find That Heaven hath infusd them with these spirits, To make them instruments of fear and warning Unto some monstrous state. Now could | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020609 | I, Casca, name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars, As doth the lion in the Capitol; A man no mightier than thyself, or me, In personal action; yet prodigious grown, And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. CASCA. Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius? CASSIUS. Let it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020610 | be who it is: for Romans now Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; But, woe the while! our fathers minds are dead, And we are governd with our mothers spirits; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. CASCA. Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow Mean to establish Caesar as a king; And he shall wear his crown by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020611 | sea and land, In every place, save here in Italy. CASSIUS. I know where I will wear this dagger then; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat. Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020612 | retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself. If I know this, know all the world besides, That part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure. [_Thunder still._] CASCA. So can I: So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020613 | cancel his captivity. CASSIUS. And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf, But that he sees the Romans are but sheep: He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. Those that with haste will make a mighty fire Begin it with weak straws. What trash is Rome, What rubbish, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020614 | what offal, when it serves For the base matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief, Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this Before a willing bondman: then I know My answer must be made; but I am armd, And dangers are to me indifferent. CASCA. You speak to Casca, and to such a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020615 | man That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand: Be factious for redress of all these griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest. CASSIUS. Theres a bargain made. Now know you, Casca, I have movd already Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans To undergo with me an enterprise Of honourable-dangerous consequence; And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020616 | I do know by this, they stay for me In Pompeys Porch: for now, this fearful night, There is no stir or walking in the streets; And the complexion of the element In favours like the work we have in hand, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible. Enter Cinna. CASCA. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. CASSIUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020617 | Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so? CINNA. To find out you. Whos that? Metellus Cimber? CASSIUS. No, it is Casca, one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not stayd for, Cinna? CINNA. I am glad ont. What a fearful night is this! Theres two or three of us | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020618 | have seen strange sights. CASSIUS. Am I not stayd for? tell me. CINNA. Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could But win the noble Brutus to our party CASSIUS. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the praetors chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this In at his window; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020619 | set this up with wax Upon old Brutus statue: all this done, Repair to Pompeys Porch, where you shall find us. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there? CINNA. All but Metellus Cimber, and hes gone To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, And so bestow these papers as you bade me. CASSIUS. That done, repair to Pompeys | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020620 | theatre. [_Exit Cinna._] Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day, See Brutus at his house: three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. CASCA. O, he sits high in all the peoples hearts! And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020621 | to virtue and to worthiness. CASSIUS. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited. Let us go, For it is after midnight; and ere day, We will awake him, and be sure of him. [_Exeunt._] ACT II SCENE I. Rome. Brutus orchard. Enter Brutus. BRUTUS. What, Lucius, ho! I cannot, by the progress | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020622 | of the stars, Give guess how near to day.Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius! Enter Lucius. LUCIUS. Calld you, my lord? BRUTUS. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. LUCIUS. I will, my lord. [_Exit._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020623 | BRUTUS. It must be by his death: and for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crownd: How that might change his nature, theres the question. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, And that craves wary walking. Crown him?that; And then, I grant, we put | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020624 | a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with. Th abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorse from power; and, to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known when his affections swayd More than his reason. But tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambitions ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020625 | when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. So Caesar may; Then lest he may, prevent. And since the quarrel Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented, Would run to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020626 | these and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpents egg Which hatchd, would, as his kind grow mischievous; And kill him in the shell. Enter Lucius. LUCIUS. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus seald up, and I am sure It did not lie there when I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020627 | went to bed. [_Gives him the letter._] BRUTUS. Get you to bed again; it is not day. Is not tomorrow, boy, the Ides of March? LUCIUS. I know not, sir. BRUTUS. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. LUCIUS. I will, sir. [_Exit._] BRUTUS. The exhalations, whizzing in the air Give so much light that I may read by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020628 | them. [_Opens the letter and reads._] _Brutus, thou sleepst: awake and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!_ Brutus, thou sleepst: awake! Such instigations have been often droppd Where I have took them up. Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one mans awe? What, Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020629 | Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was calld a king. Speak, strike, redress! Am I entreated To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receivest Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus. Enter Lucius. LUCIUS. Sir, March is wasted fifteen days. [_Knock within._] BRUTUS. Tis good. Go to the gate, somebody | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020630 | knocks. [_Exit Lucius._] Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020631 | nature of an insurrection. Enter Lucius. LUCIUS. Sir, tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you. BRUTUS. Is he alone? LUCIUS. No, sir, there are moe with him. BRUTUS. Do you know them? LUCIUS. No, sir, their hats are pluckd about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020632 | I may discover them By any mark of favour. BRUTUS. Let em enter. [_Exit Lucius._] They are the faction. O conspiracy, Shamst thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; Hide it in smiles and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020633 | affability: For if thou path, thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Cimber and Trebonius. CASSIUS. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you? BRUTUS. I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020634 | that come along with you? CASSIUS. Yes, every man of them; and no man here But honours you; and everyone doth wish You had but that opinion of yourself Which every noble Roman bears of you. This is Trebonius. BRUTUS. He is welcome hither. CASSIUS. This Decius Brutus. BRUTUS. He is welcome too. CASSIUS. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020635 | Metellus Cimber. BRUTUS. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? CASSIUS. Shall I entreat a word? [_They whisper._] DECIUS. Here lies the east: doth not the day break here? CASCA. No. CINNA. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day. CASCA. You shall | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020636 | confess that you are both deceivd. Here, as I point my sword, the Sun arises; Which is a great way growing on the South, Weighing the youthful season of the year. Some two months hence, up higher toward the North He first presents his fire; and the high East Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. BRUTUS. Give me your hands | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020637 | all over, one by one. CASSIUS. And let us swear our resolution. BRUTUS. No, not an oath. If not the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the times abuse If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed. So let high-sighted tyranny range on, Till each man drop by lottery. But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020638 | if these, As I am sure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, What need we any spur but our own cause To prick us to redress? what other bond Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter? and what other oath Than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020639 | honesty to honesty engagd, That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Swear priests and cowards, and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprise, Nor th insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020640 | or our cause or our performance Did need an oath; when every drop of blood That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, Is guilty of a several bastardy, If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath passd from him. CASSIUS. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think he will stand very strong with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020641 | us. CASCA. Let us not leave him out. CINNA. No, by no means. METELLUS. O, let us have him, for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy mens voices to commend our deeds. It shall be said, his judgment ruld our hands; Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear, But all be buried in his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020642 | gravity. BRUTUS. O, name him not; let us not break with him; For he will never follow anything That other men begin. CASSIUS. Then leave him out. CASCA. Indeed, he is not fit. DECIUS. Shall no man else be touchd but only Caesar? CASSIUS. Decius, well urgd. I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well belovd of Caesar, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020643 | Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him A shrewd contriver; and you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so far As to annoy us all; which to prevent, Let Antony and Caesar fall together. BRUTUS. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs, Like wrath | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020644 | in death, and envy afterwards; For Antony is but a limb of Caesar. Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar, And in the spirit of men there is no blood. O, that we then could come by Caesars spirit, And not dismember Caesar! But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020645 | And, gentle friends, Lets kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Lets carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. And let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Stir up their servants to an act of rage, And after seem to chide em. This shall mark Our purpose necessary, and not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020646 | envious; Which so appearing to the common eyes, We shall be calld purgers, not murderers. And for Mark Antony, think not of him; For he can do no more than Caesars arm When Caesars head is off. CASSIUS. Yet I fear him; For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar BRUTUS. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020647 | If he love Caesar, all that he can do Is to himself; take thought and die for Caesar. And that were much he should; for he is given To sports, to wildness, and much company. TREBONIUS. There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. [_Clock strikes._] BRUTUS. Peace! count | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020648 | the clock. CASSIUS. The clock hath stricken three. TREBONIUS. Tis time to part. CASSIUS. But it is doubtful yet Whether Caesar will come forth today or no; For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies. It may be these apparent prodigies, The unaccustomd terror of this night, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020649 | And the persuasion of his augurers, May hold him from the Capitol today. DECIUS. Never fear that: if he be so resolved, I can oersway him, for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayd with trees, And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020650 | He says he does, being then most flattered. Let me work; For I can give his humour the true bent, And I will bring him to the Capitol. CASSIUS. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. BRUTUS. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost? CINNA. Be that the uttermost; and fail not then. METELLUS. Caius | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020651 | Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey; I wonder none of you have thought of him. BRUTUS. Now, good Metellus, go along by him: He loves me well, and I have given him reason; Send him but hither, and Ill fashion him. CASSIUS. The morning comes upons. Well leave you, Brutus. And, friends, disperse | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020652 | yourselves; but all remember What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans. BRUTUS. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes, But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untired spirits and formal constancy. And so, good morrow to you everyone. [_Exeunt all but Brutus._] Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020653 | matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleepst so sound. Enter Portia. PORTIA. Brutus, my lord. BRUTUS. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020654 | PORTIA. Nor for yours neither. Y have ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper, You suddenly arose, and walkd about, Musing and sighing, with your arms across; And when I askd you what the matter was, You stard upon me with ungentle looks. I urgd you further; then you scratchd your head, And too impatiently stampd with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020655 | your foot; Yet I insisted, yet you answerd not, But with an angry wafture of your hand Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did, Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seemd too much enkindled; and withal Hoping it was but an effect of humour, Which sometime hath his hour with every man. It will not let you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020656 | eat, nor talk, nor sleep; And could it work so much upon your shape As it hath much prevaild on your condition, I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. BRUTUS. I am not well in health, and that is all. PORTIA. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020657 | He would embrace the means to come by it. BRUTUS. Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed. PORTIA. Is Brutus sick, and is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humours Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020658 | And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus; You have some sick offence within your mind, Which, by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of: and, upon my knees, I charm you, by my once commended beauty, By all your vows of love, and that great vow Which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020659 | did incorporate and make us one, That you unfold to me, your self, your half, Why you are heavy, and what men tonight Have had resort to you; for here have been Some six or seven, who did hide their faces Even from darkness. BRUTUS. Kneel not, gentle Portia. PORTIA. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Within | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020660 | the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted I should know no secrets That appertain to you? Am I your self But, as it were, in sort or limitation, To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020661 | Portia is Brutus harlot, not his wife. BRUTUS. You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. PORTIA. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020662 | a woman; but withal A woman well reputed, Catos daughter. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so fatherd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020663 | husbands secrets? BRUTUS. O ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife! [_Knock._] Hark, hark, one knocks. Portia, go in awhile; And by and by thy bosom shall partake The secrets of my heart. All my engagements I will construe to thee, All the charactery of my sad brows. Leave me with haste. [_Exit Portia._] Enter Lucius with Ligarius. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020664 | Lucius, whos that knocks? LUCIUS. Here is a sick man that would speak with you. BRUTUS. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how? LIGARIUS. Vouchsafe good-morrow from a feeble tongue. BRUTUS. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick! LIGARIUS. I am not sick, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020665 | if Brutus have in hand Any exploit worthy the name of honour. BRUTUS. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it. LIGARIUS. By all the gods that Romans bow before, I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome! Brave son, derived from honourable loins! Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjurd up | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020666 | My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, And I will strive with things impossible, Yea, get the better of them. Whats to do? BRUTUS. A piece of work that will make sick men whole. LIGARIUS. But are not some whole that we must make sick? BRUTUS. That must we also. What it is, my Caius, I shall unfold to thee, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020667 | as we are going, To whom it must be done. LIGARIUS. Set on your foot, And with a heart new-fird I follow you, To do I know not what; but it sufficeth That Brutus leads me on. [_Thunder._] BRUTUS. Follow me then. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. A room in Caesars palace. Thunder and lightning. Enter Caesar, in his nightgown. CAESAR. Nor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020668 | heaven nor earth have been at peace tonight: Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, Help, ho! They murder Caesar! Whos within? Enter a Servant. SERVANT. My lord? CAESAR. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, And bring me their opinions of success. SERVANT. I will, my lord. [_Exit._] Enter Calphurnia. CALPHURNIA. What mean you, Caesar? Think you to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020669 | walk forth? You shall not stir out of your house today. CAESAR. Caesar shall forth. The things that threatend me Neer lookd but on my back; when they shall see The face of Caesar, they are vanished. CALPHURNIA. Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, Yet now they fright me. There is one within, Besides the things that we have heard | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020670 | and seen, Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. A lioness hath whelped in the streets, And graves have yawnd, and yielded up their dead; Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol; The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Horses did neigh, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020671 | dying men did groan, And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. O Caesar, these things are beyond all use, And I do fear them! CAESAR. What can be avoided Whose end is purposd by the mighty gods? Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions Are to the world in general as to Caesar. CALPHURNIA. When beggars die, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020672 | there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. CAESAR. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020673 | come. Enter Servant. What say the augurers? SERVANT. They would not have you to stir forth today. Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast. CAESAR. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Caesar should be a beast without a heart If he should stay at home today for fear. No, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020674 | Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well That Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litterd in one day, And I the elder and more terrible, And Caesar shall go forth. CALPHURNIA. Alas, my lord, Your wisdom is consumd in confidence. Do not go forth today: call it my fear That keeps you in the house, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020675 | not your own. Well send Mark Antony to the Senate-house, And he shall say you are not well today. Let me upon my knee prevail in this. CAESAR. Mark Antony shall say I am not well, And for thy humour, I will stay at home. Enter Decius. Heres Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. DECIUS. Caesar, all hail! Good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020676 | morrow, worthy Caesar. I come to fetch you to the Senate-house. CAESAR. And you are come in very happy time To bear my greeting to the Senators, And tell them that I will not come today. Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser: I will not come today. Tell them so, Decius. CALPHURNIA. Say he is sick. CAESAR. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020677 | Shall Caesar send a lie? Have I in conquest stretchd mine arm so far, To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth? Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come. DECIUS. Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laughd at when I tell them so. CAESAR. The cause is in my will; I will not come. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020678 | That is enough to satisfy the Senate. But for your private satisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know: Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home. She dreamt tonight she saw my statue, Which like a fountain with an hundred spouts Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020679 | it. And these does she apply for warnings and portents And evils imminent; and on her knee Hath beggd that I will stay at home today. DECIUS. This dream is all amiss interpreted: It was a vision fair and fortunate. Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, In which so many smiling Romans bathd, Signifies that from you great Rome | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020680 | shall suck Reviving blood, and that great men shall press For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance. This by Calphurnias dream is signified. CAESAR. And this way have you well expounded it. DECIUS. I have, when you have heard what I can say; And know it now. The Senate have concluded To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020681 | you shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Apt to be renderd, for someone to say, Break up the Senate till another time, When Caesars wife shall meet with better dreams. If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper Lo, Caesar is afraid? Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020682 | love To your proceeding bids me tell you this, And reason to my love is liable. CAESAR. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia! I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go. Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius, Cinna and Publius. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. PUBLIUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020683 | Good morrow, Caesar. CAESAR. Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirrd so early too? Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius, Caesar was neer so much your enemy As that same ague which hath made you lean. What ist oclock? BRUTUS. Caesar, tis strucken eight. CAESAR. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Enter Antony. See! Antony, that revels long a-nights, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020684 | Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony. ANTONY. So to most noble Caesar. CAESAR. Bid them prepare within. I am to blame to be thus waited for. Now, Cinna; now, Metellus; what, Trebonius! I have an hours talk in store for you: Remember that you call on me today; Be near me, that I may remember you. TREBONIUS. Caesar, I will. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020685 | [_Aside._] and so near will I be, That your best friends shall wish I had been further. CAESAR. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together. BRUTUS. [_Aside._] That every like is not the same, O Caesar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. A street | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020686 | near the Capitol. Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper. ARTEMIDORUS. _Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wrongd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Caesar. If thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020687 | best not immortal, look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, Artemidorus._ Here will I stand till Caesar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this. My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayest live; If not, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020688 | the Fates with traitors do contrive. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of Brutus. Enter Portia and Lucius. PORTIA. I prythee, boy, run to the Senate-house; Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. Why dost thou stay? LUCIUS. To know my errand, madam. PORTIA. I would have had thee there and here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020689 | again, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. [_Aside._] O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain tween my heart and tongue! I have a mans mind, but a womans might. How hard it is for women to keep counsel! Art thou here yet? LUCIUS. Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020690 | and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else? PORTIA. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy, what noise is that? LUCIUS. I hear none, madam. PORTIA. Prythee, listen well. I heard a bustling rumour, like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020691 | a fray, And the wind brings it from the Capitol. LUCIUS. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing. Enter the Soothsayer. PORTIA. Come hither, fellow: Which way hast thou been? SOOTHSAYER. At mine own house, good lady. PORTIA. What ist oclock? SOOTHSAYER. About the ninth hour, lady. PORTIA. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol? SOOTHSAYER. Madam, not yet. I go to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020692 | take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol. PORTIA. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not? SOOTHSAYER. That I have, lady, if it will please Caesar To be so good to Caesar as to hear me, I shall beseech him to befriend himself. PORTIA. Why, knowst thou any harms intended towards him? SOOTHSAYER. None that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020693 | I know will be, much that I fear may chance. Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow. The throng that follows Caesar at the heels, Of Senators, of Praetors, common suitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: Ill get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Caesar as he comes along. [_Exit._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020694 | PORTIA. I must go in. [_Aside._] Ay me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus, The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! Sure, the boy heard me. Brutus hath a suit That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint. Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Say I am merry; come to me again, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020695 | And bring me word what he doth say to thee. [_Exeunt._] ACT III SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting. A crowd of people in the street leading to the Capitol. Flourish. Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Publius, Popilius and the Soothsayer. CAESAR. The Ides of March are come. SOOTHSAYER. Ay, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020696 | Caesar; but not gone. ARTEMIDORUS. Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule. DECIUS. Trebonius doth desire you to oer-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit. ARTEMIDORUS. O Caesar, read mine first; for mines a suit That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar. CAESAR. What touches us ourself shall be last servd. ARTEMIDORUS. Delay not, Caesar. Read it instantly. CAESAR. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020697 | What, is the fellow mad? PUBLIUS. Sirrah, give place. CASSIUS. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. Caesar enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the Senators rise. POPILIUS. I wish your enterprise today may thrive. CASSIUS. What enterprise, Popilius? POPILIUS. Fare you well. [_Advances to Caesar._] BRUTUS. What said Popilius Lena? CASSIUS. He wishd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020698 | today our enterprise might thrive. I fear our purpose is discovered. BRUTUS. Look how he makes to Caesar: mark him. CASSIUS. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself. BRUTUS. Cassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020699 | For look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. CASSIUS. Trebonius knows his time, for look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [_Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Caesar and the Senators take their seats._] DECIUS. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. BRUTUS. He is addressd; press near and second | 60 | gutenberg |
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