Julius Caesar


William Shakespeare

Julius Caesar is a tragedy about the assassination of the Roman dictator, Julius Caesar, and the aftermath of his death. The play is set in ancient Rome and focuses on the conspiracy to kill Caesar, led by the senators Brutus and Cassius.

The play begins with Caesar returning to Rome after a victorious battle. He is warned by a soothsayer to "beware the Ides of March," but ignores the warning and continues with his plans to become king. The senators, led by Brutus and Cassius, fear that Caesar's ambition will lead to tyranny, and they plot to assassinate him. Despite his initial reluctance, Brutus joins the conspiracy out of a sense of duty to Rome.

The assassination takes place in the Senate, with Brutus delivering the fatal blow. The conspirators believe that they have saved Rome from tyranny, but their actions lead to civil war and chaos. Caesar's loyal friend Mark Antony delivers a powerful speech at Caesar's funeral, turning public opinion against the conspirators.

The play follows the aftermath of Caesar's death, with the conspirators struggling to maintain control and Antony seeking revenge for Caesar's murder. The play ends with a climactic battle between the two factions, with many of the characters meeting tragic ends. The play is a cautionary tale about the dangers of ambition and the consequences of political violence.

Act I

In Act 1 of Julius Caesar, the play focuses on the impending danger that Caesar poses to Rome. A group of senators, including Cassius and Brutus, are concerned about Caesar's growing power and popularity. They plot to assassinate him, but need to convince Brutus to join their cause.

Meanwhile, Caesar has just returned to Rome after a successful battle against Pompey. He is greeted by a jubilant crowd, but also warned by a soothsayer to "beware the Ides of March."

Cassius, who is envious of Caesar's power, begins to manipulate Brutus by questioning Caesar's leadership and suggesting that he may become a tyrant. At first, Brutus is hesitant to join the conspiracy, but begins to consider it after receiving anonymous letters urging him to take action.

The act ends with a violent storm in Rome, suggesting that chaos and unrest are on the horizon.

SCENE I. Rome. A street.

Scene 1 of Act 1 of Julius Caesar begins in Rome on the eve of the festival of Lupercal. A group of commoners is gathered in the streets, celebrating the arrival of Caesar after his victory over Pompey. Two Roman tribunes, Flavius and Marullus, enter the scene and berate the crowd for their fickle allegiance to Caesar, despite their previous support for Pompey. The tribunes then remove the decorations that the commoners had put up to honor Caesar and disperse the crowd.

As the tribunes leave, a group of senators, including Brutus, Cassius, and Caesar, enter the scene. Caesar is accompanied by his loyal friend Mark Antony, who is carrying a letter that Caesar has received warning him of a plot against his life. Caesar dismisses the warning, claiming that he is not afraid of danger and that he will attend the festival despite the threat. Cassius then takes Brutus aside and tries to convince him that Caesar is a danger to Rome and that he must be removed from power. Brutus is conflicted, torn between his loyalty to Caesar and his loyalty to Rome. The scene ends with the senators departing to attend the festival, leaving Cassius alone on stage to plot his next move.

Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners

Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:
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Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
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Being mechanical, you ought not walk
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Upon a labouring day without the sign
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Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
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First Commoner
Why, sir, a carpenter.
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Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
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What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
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You, sir, what trade are you?
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Second Commoner
Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but,
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as you would say, a cobbler.
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But what trade art thou? answer me directly.
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Second Commoner
A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe
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conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
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What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
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Second Commoner
Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,
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if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
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What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
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Second Commoner
Why, sir, cobble you.
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Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
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Second Commoner
Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I
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meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's
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matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon
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to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I
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recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
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neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.
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But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
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Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
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Second Commoner
Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself
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into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday,
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to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
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Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
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What tributaries follow him to Rome,
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To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
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You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
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O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
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Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
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Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
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To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
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Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
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The livelong day, with patient expectation,
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To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
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And when you saw his chariot but appear,
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Have you not made an universal shout,
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That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
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To hear the replication of your sounds
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Made in her concave shores?
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And do you now put on your best attire?
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And do you now cull out a holiday?
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And do you now strew flowers in his way
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That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone!
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Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
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Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
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That needs must light on this ingratitude.
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Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
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Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
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Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
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Into the channel, till the lowest stream
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Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
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See whether their basest metal be not moved;
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They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
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Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
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This way will I disrobe the images,
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If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
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May we do so?
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You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
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It is no matter; let no images
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Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
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And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
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So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
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These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
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Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
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Who else would soar above the view of men
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And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
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SCENE II. A public place.

Scene 2 of Act 1 of Julius Caesar takes place in a public place in Rome. It opens with a conversation between a group of commoners who are discussing the recent events in Rome. They are excited about Caesar's recent victory in a battle against Pompey, but they are also critical of Caesar's growing power and influence. They fear that he will become a tyrant and rule over them with an iron fist.

As the commoners talk, they are interrupted by a group of Roman senators, including Brutus and Cassius. The senators are discussing Caesar's rise to power and the threat that he poses to the Roman Republic. They are also concerned about the rumors that Caesar may declare himself king.

Brutus, who is a close friend of Caesar's, is torn between his loyalty to his friend and his love for the Roman Republic. Cassius sees an opportunity to manipulate Brutus by appealing to his sense of duty to Rome. He suggests that they should take action against Caesar before it is too late.

As the conversation continues, Brutus becomes more and more convinced that Caesar must be stopped. He agrees to join Cassius and the other senators in a plot to assassinate Caesar. The scene ends with the senators making plans for the assassination and Brutus agreeing to take a leading role in the plot.

Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer

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Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
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Here, my lord.
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Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
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When he doth run his course. Antonius!
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Caesar, my lord?
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Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
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To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
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The barren, touched in this holy chase,
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Shake off their sterile curse.
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I shall remember:
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When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.
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Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
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Ha! who calls?
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Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!
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Who is it in the press that calls on me?
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I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
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Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
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Beware the ides of March.
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What man is that?
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A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
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Set him before me; let me see his face.
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Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
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What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
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Beware the ides of March.
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He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
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Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS

Will you go see the order of the course?
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I pray you, do.
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I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
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Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
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Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
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I'll leave you.
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Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
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I have not from your eyes that gentleness
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And show of love as I was wont to have:
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You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
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Over your friend that loves you.
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Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
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I turn the trouble of my countenance
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Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
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Of late with passions of some difference,
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Conceptions only proper to myself,
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Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
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But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--
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Among which number, Cassius, be you one--
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Nor construe any further my neglect,
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Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
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Forgets the shows of love to other men.
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Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
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By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
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Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
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Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
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No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
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But by reflection, by some other things.
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'Tis just:
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And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
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That you have no such mirrors as will turn
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Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
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That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
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Where many of the best respect in Rome,
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Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
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And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
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Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
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Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
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That you would have me seek into myself
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For that which is not in me?
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Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
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And since you know you cannot see yourself
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So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
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Will modestly discover to yourself
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That of yourself which you yet know not of.
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And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
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Were I a common laugher, or did use
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To stale with ordinary oaths my love
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To every new protester; if you know
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That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
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And after scandal them, or if you know
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That I profess myself in banqueting
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To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
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Flourish, and shout

What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
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Choose Caesar for their king.
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Ay, do you fear it?
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Then must I think you would not have it so.
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I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
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But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
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What is it that you would impart to me?
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If it be aught toward the general good,
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Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
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And I will look on both indifferently,
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For let the gods so speed me as I love
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The name of honour more than I fear death.
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I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
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As well as I do know your outward favour.
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Well, honour is the subject of my story.
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I cannot tell what you and other men
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Think of this life; but, for my single self,
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I had as lief not be as live to be
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In awe of such a thing as I myself.
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I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
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We both have fed as well, and we can both
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Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
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For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
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The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
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Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
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Leap in with me into this angry flood,
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And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
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Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
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And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
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The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
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With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
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And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
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But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
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Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
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I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
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Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
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The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
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Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
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Is now become a god, and Cassius is
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A wretched creature and must bend his body,
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If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
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He had a fever when he was in Spain,
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And when the fit was on him, I did mark
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How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;
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His coward lips did from their colour fly,
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And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
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Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
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Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
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Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
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Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,'
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As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
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A man of such a feeble temper should
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So get the start of the majestic world
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And bear the palm alone.
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Shout. Flourish

Another general shout!
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I do believe that these applauses are
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For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.
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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
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Like a Colossus, and we petty men
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Walk under his huge legs and peep about
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To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
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Men at some time are masters of their fates:
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
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But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
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Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
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Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
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Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
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Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
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Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
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Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
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Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
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Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
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That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
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Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
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When went there by an age, since the great flood,
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But it was famed with more than with one man?
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When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
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That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
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Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
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When there is in it but one only man.
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O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
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There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
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The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
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As easily as a king.
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That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
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What you would work me to, I have some aim:
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How I have thought of this and of these times,
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I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
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I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
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Be any further moved. What you have said
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I will consider; what you have to say
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I will with patience hear, and find a time
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Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
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Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
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Brutus had rather be a villager
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Than to repute himself a son of Rome
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Under these hard conditions as this time
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Is like to lay upon us.
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I am glad that my weak words
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Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
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The games are done and Caesar is returning.
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As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
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And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
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What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
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Re-enter CAESAR and his Train

I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,
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The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
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And all the rest look like a chidden train:
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Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
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Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
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As we have seen him in the Capitol,
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Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
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Casca will tell us what the matter is.
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Let me have men about me that are fat;
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Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
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Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
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He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
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Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
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He is a noble Roman and well given.
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Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:
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Yet if my name were liable to fear,
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I do not know the man I should avoid
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So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
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He is a great observer and he looks
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Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
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As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
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Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
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As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
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That could be moved to smile at any thing.
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Such men as he be never at heart's ease
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Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
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And therefore are they very dangerous.
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I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
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Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
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Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
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And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
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Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA

You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
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Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
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That Caesar looks so sad.
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Why, you were with him, were you not?
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I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
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Why, there was a crown offered him: and being
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offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
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thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
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What was the second noise for?
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Why, for that too.
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They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
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Why, for that too.
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Was the crown offered him thrice?
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Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
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time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
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mine honest neighbours shouted.
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Who offered him the crown?
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Why, Antony.
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Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
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I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:
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it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark
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Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown
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neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told
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you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my
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thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he
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offered it to him again; then he put it by again:
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but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his
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fingers off it. And then he offered it the third
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time; he put it the third time by: and still as he
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refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their
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chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps
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and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because
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Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked
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Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and
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for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
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opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
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But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?
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He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at
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mouth, and was speechless.
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'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.
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No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
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And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
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I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure,
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Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not
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clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and
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displeased them, as they use to do the players in
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the theatre, I am no true man.
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What said he when he came unto himself?
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Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the
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common herd was glad he refused the crown, he
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plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his
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throat to cut. An I had been a man of any
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occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,
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I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so
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he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,
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If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired
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their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three
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or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good
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soul!' and forgave him with all their hearts: but
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there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had
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stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
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And after that, he came, thus sad, away?
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Did Cicero say any thing?
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Ay, he spoke Greek.
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To what effect?
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Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the
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face again: but those that understood him smiled at
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one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own
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part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
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news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs
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off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you
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well. There was more foolery yet, if I could
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remember it.
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Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
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No, I am promised forth.
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Will you dine with me to-morrow?
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Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner
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worth the eating.
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Good: I will expect you.
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Do so. Farewell, both.
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What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
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He was quick mettle when he went to school.
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So is he now in execution
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Of any bold or noble enterprise,
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However he puts on this tardy form.
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This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
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Which gives men stomach to digest his words
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With better appetite.
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And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
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To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
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I will come home to you; or, if you will,
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Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
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I will do so: till then, think of the world.
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Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
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Thy honourable metal may be wrought
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From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
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That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
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For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
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Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:
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If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
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He should not humour me. I will this night,
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In several hands, in at his windows throw,
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As if they came from several citizens,
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Writings all tending to the great opinion
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That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
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Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
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And after this let Caesar seat him sure;
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For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
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SCENE III. The same. A street.

Scene 3 of Act 1 begins with Casca, a Roman senator, meeting with Cicero, another senator, on a dark and stormy night. They discuss the strange happenings in Rome, including a lion wandering through the streets and men on fire walking through the city. Casca believes these events are signs of something ominous to come.

As they continue to talk, they see a group of men, including Cassius and Brutus, approaching. Cassius pulls Brutus aside and begins to convince him to join a conspiracy to overthrow Julius Caesar. Cassius argues that Caesar has become too powerful and needs to be stopped before he becomes a tyrant. He also appeals to Brutus's sense of honor and duty to Rome.

Brutus is conflicted, as he is a friend of Caesar's but also loves Rome. He agrees to consider Cassius's proposal and they part ways. Casca and Cicero then enter, and Cassius reveals to them that he has successfully recruited Brutus to their cause.

The scene ends with the conspirators discussing their plans to assassinate Caesar and their hopes for a better future for Rome.

Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO

Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
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Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
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Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
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Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
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I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
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Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
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The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
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To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
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But never till to-night, never till now,
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Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
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Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
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Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
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Incenses them to send destruction.
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Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?
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A common slave--you know him well by sight--
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Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
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Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,
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Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
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Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword--
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Against the Capitol I met a lion,
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Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
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Without annoying me: and there were drawn
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Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
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Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
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Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
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And yesterday the bird of night did sit
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Even at noon-day upon the market-place,
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Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
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Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
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'These are their reasons; they are natural;'
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For, I believe, they are portentous things
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Unto the climate that they point upon.
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Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
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But men may construe things after their fashion,
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Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
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Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
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He doth; for he did bid Antonius
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Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.
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Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
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Is not to walk in.
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Farewell, Cicero.
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Who's there?
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A Roman.
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Casca, by your voice.
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Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
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A very pleasing night to honest men.
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Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
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Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
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For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
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Submitting me unto the perilous night,
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And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
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Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
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And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
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The breast of heaven, I did present myself
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Even in the aim and very flash of it.
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But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
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It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
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When the most mighty gods by tokens send
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Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
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You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
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That should be in a Roman you do want,
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Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze
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And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
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To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
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But if you would consider the true cause
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Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
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Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
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Why old men fool and children calculate,
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Why all these things change from their ordinance
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Their natures and preformed faculties
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To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find
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That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
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To make them instruments of fear and warning
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Unto some monstrous state.
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Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
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Most like this dreadful night,
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That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
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As doth the lion in the Capitol,
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A man no mightier than thyself or me
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In personal action, yet prodigious grown
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And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
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'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?
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Let it be who it is: for Romans now
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Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
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But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
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And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
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Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
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Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow
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Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
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And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
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In every place, save here in Italy.
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I know where I will wear this dagger then;
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Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:
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Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
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Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
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Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
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Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
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Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
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But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
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Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
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If I know this, know all the world besides,
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That part of tyranny that I do bear
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I can shake off at pleasure.
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Thunder still

So can I:
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So every bondman in his own hand bears
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The power to cancel his captivity.
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And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
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Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
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But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
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He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
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Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
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Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
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What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
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For the base matter to illuminate
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So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
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Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
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Before a willing bondman; then I know
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My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,
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And dangers are to me indifferent.
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You speak to Casca, and to such a man
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That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:
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Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
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And I will set this foot of mine as far
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As who goes farthest.
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There's a bargain made.
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Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
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Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
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To undergo with me an enterprise
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Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
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And I do know, by this, they stay for me
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In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
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There is no stir or walking in the streets;
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And the complexion of the element
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In favour's like the work we have in hand,
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Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
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Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
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'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
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He is a friend.
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Cinna, where haste you so?
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To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
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No, it is Casca; one incorporate
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To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
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I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this!
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There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
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Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
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Yes, you are.
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O Cassius, if you could
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But win the noble Brutus to our party--
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Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,
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And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
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Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
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In at his window; set this up with wax
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Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
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Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
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Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
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All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
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To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
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And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
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That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
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Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
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See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
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Is ours already, and the man entire
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Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
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O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:
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And that which would appear offence in us,
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His countenance, like richest alchemy,
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Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
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Him and his worth and our great need of him
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You have right well conceited. Let us go,
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For it is after midnight; and ere day
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We will awake him and be sure of him.
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Act II

Act 2 of Julius Caesar begins with Brutus, a Roman senator, contemplating the assassination of Julius Caesar, who he believes has become too powerful and will ultimately destroy the Roman Republic. He is approached by Cassius, one of the conspirators, who urges Brutus to join the plot. They discuss the details of the assassination and agree to meet again.

Later, Caesar's wife, Calpurnia, has a nightmare about Caesar's death and begs him not to go to the Senate on the day of the planned assassination. However, Caesar is determined to go and meets with Brutus, who he trusts, on the way to the Senate.

As they go to the Senate, several signs and omens suggest that something terrible is about to happen. A soothsayer warns Caesar to beware the Ides of March, and a servant brings a note warning him of the plot against him, but he dismisses both warnings.

Once Caesar arrives at the Senate, the conspirators surround him and stab him to death. Brutus delivers a speech to the Roman people, explaining why they killed Caesar and praising his own honor and love for Rome. However, the people are not convinced and begin to riot.

Antony, Caesar's loyal friend, arrives and speaks to the crowd, deflecting blame from the conspirators and rousing the people's anger against them. He also reads Caesar's will, which promises money and land to the Roman citizens, further inciting their rage.

The act ends with the conspirators fleeing the city and Antony joining forces with Caesar's adopted son Octavius to prepare for war against them.

SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS's orchard.

Scene 1 of Act 2 takes place in Brutus' garden. Brutus is alone, deep in thought, when his friend and conspirator, Cassius, enters. Cassius attempts to convince Brutus that Caesar's rise to power will ultimately lead to tyranny, using examples from history to support his argument. He also reveals that he has forged letters from citizens of Rome urging Brutus to take action against Caesar.

Brutus is hesitant, but ultimately agrees to join the conspiracy against Caesar. They are interrupted by the arrival of several other conspirators, including Decius Brutus and Cimber. They discuss their plans and agree to meet later that night to finalize their strategy.

The scene ends with Brutus reflecting on the gravity of their intended actions. He admits that he is torn between his loyalty to Caesar and his love for Rome, but ultimately decides that the good of the people must come first.


What, Lucius, ho!
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I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
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Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!
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I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
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When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!
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Call'd you, my lord?
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Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
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When it is lighted, come and call me here.
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I will, my lord.
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It must be by his death: and for my part,
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I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
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But for the general. He would be crown'd:
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How that might change his nature, there's the question.
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It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
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And that craves wary walking. Crown him?--that;--
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And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
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That at his will he may do danger with.
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The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
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Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
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I have not known when his affections sway'd
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More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
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That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
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Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
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But when he once attains the upmost round.
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He then unto the ladder turns his back,
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Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
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By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.
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Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
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Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
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Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
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Would run to these and these extremities:
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And therefore think him as a serpent's egg
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Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
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And kill him in the shell.
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Re-enter LUCIUS

The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
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Searching the window for a flint, I found
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This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,
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It did not lie there when I went to bed.
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Gives him the letter

Get you to bed again; it is not day.
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Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
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I know not, sir.
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Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
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I will, sir.
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The exhalations whizzing in the air
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Give so much light that I may read by them.
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'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.
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Shall Rome, c. Speak, strike, redress!
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Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'
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Such instigations have been often dropp'd
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Where I have took them up.
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'Shall Rome, c.' Thus must I piece it out:
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Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
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My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
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The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
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'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated
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To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise:
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If the redress will follow, thou receivest
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Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
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Re-enter LUCIUS

Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
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Knocking within

'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
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Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
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I have not slept.
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Between the acting of a dreadful thing
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And the first motion, all the interim is
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Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
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The Genius and the mortal instruments
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Are then in council; and the state of man,
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Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
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The nature of an insurrection.
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Re-enter LUCIUS

Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
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Who doth desire to see you.
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Is he alone?
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No, sir, there are moe with him.
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Do you know them?
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No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,
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And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
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That by no means I may discover them
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By any mark of favour.
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Let 'em enter.
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They are the faction. O conspiracy,
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Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
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When evils are most free? O, then by day
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Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
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To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;
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Hide it in smiles and affability:
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For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
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Not Erebus itself were dim enough
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To hide thee from prevention.
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I think we are too bold upon your rest:
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Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?
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I have been up this hour, awake all night.
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Know I these men that come along with you?
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Yes, every man of them, and no man here
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But honours you; and every one doth wish
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You had but that opinion of yourself
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Which every noble Roman bears of you.
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This is Trebonius.
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He is welcome hither.
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This, Decius Brutus.
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He is welcome too.
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This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
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They are all welcome.
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What watchful cares do interpose themselves
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Betwixt your eyes and night?
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Shall I entreat a word?
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BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisper

Here lies the east: doth not the day break here?
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O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
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That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
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You shall confess that you are both deceived.
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Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
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Which is a great way growing on the south,
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Weighing the youthful season of the year.
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Some two months hence up higher toward the north
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He first presents his fire; and the high east
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Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
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Give me your hands all over, one by one.
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And let us swear our resolution.
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No, not an oath: if not the face of men,
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The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,--
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If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
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And every man hence to his idle bed;
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So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
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Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
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As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
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To kindle cowards and to steel with valour
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The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
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What need we any spur but our own cause,
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To prick us to redress? what other bond
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Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
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And will not palter? and what other oath
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Than honesty to honesty engaged,
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That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
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Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
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Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls
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That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
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Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
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The even virtue of our enterprise,
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Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
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To think that or our cause or our performance
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Did need an oath; when every drop of blood
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That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
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Is guilty of a several bastardy,
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If he do break the smallest particle
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Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.
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But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
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I think he will stand very strong with us.
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Let us not leave him out.
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No, by no means.
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O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
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Will purchase us a good opinion
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And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:
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It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands;
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Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
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But all be buried in his gravity.
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O, name him not: let us not break with him;
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For he will never follow any thing
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That other men begin.
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Then leave him out.
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Indeed he is not fit.
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Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?
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Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
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Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
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Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him
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A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
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If he improve them, may well stretch so far
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As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
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Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
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Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
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To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
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Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
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For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:
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Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
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We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;
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And in the spirit of men there is no blood:
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O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
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And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
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Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
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Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
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Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
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Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
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And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
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Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
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And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
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Our purpose necessary and not envious:
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Which so appearing to the common eyes,
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We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
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And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
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For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
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When Caesar's head is off.
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Yet I fear him;
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For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--
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Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
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If he love Caesar, all that he can do
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Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar:
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And that were much he should; for he is given
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To sports, to wildness and much company.
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There is no fear in him; let him not die;
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For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
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Clock strikes

Peace! count the clock.
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The clock hath stricken three.
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'Tis time to part.
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But it is doubtful yet,
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Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no;
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For he is superstitious grown of late,
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Quite from the main opinion he held once
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Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies:
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It may be, these apparent prodigies,
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The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
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And the persuasion of his augurers,
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May hold him from the Capitol to-day.
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Never fear that: if he be so resolved,
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I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear
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That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
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And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
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Lions with toils and men with flatterers;
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But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
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He says he does, being then most flattered.
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Let me work;
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For I can give his humour the true bent,
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And I will bring him to the Capitol.
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Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
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By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
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Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
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Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
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Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:
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I wonder none of you have thought of him.
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Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
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He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
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Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
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The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
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And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
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What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
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Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
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Let not our looks put on our purposes,
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But bear it as our Roman actors do,
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With untired spirits and formal constancy:
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And so good morrow to you every one.
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Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
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Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
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Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
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Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
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Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
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Brutus, my lord!
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Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
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It is not for your health thus to commit
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Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
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Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,
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Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,
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You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
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Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
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And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
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You stared upon me with ungentle looks;
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I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,
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And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
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Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,
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But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
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Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did;
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Fearing to strengthen that impatience
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Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal
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Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
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Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
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It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,
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And could it work so much upon your shape
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As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
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I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
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Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
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I am not well in health, and that is all.
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Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,
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He would embrace the means to come by it.
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Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
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Is Brutus sick? and is it physical
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To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
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Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
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And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
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To dare the vile contagion of the night
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And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
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To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
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You have some sick offence within your mind,
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Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
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I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
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I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
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By all your vows of love and that great vow
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Which did incorporate and make us one,
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That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
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Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
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Have had to resort to you: for here have been
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Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
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Even from darkness.
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Kneel not, gentle Portia.
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I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
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Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
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Is it excepted I should know no secrets
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That appertain to you? Am I yourself
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But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
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To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
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And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
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Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
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Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
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You are my true and honourable wife,
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As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
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That visit my sad heart
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If this were true, then should I know this secret.
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I grant I am a woman; but withal
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A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:
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I grant I am a woman; but withal
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A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.
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Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
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Being so father'd and so husbanded?
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Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
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I have made strong proof of my constancy,
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Giving myself a voluntary wound
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Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.
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And not my husband's secrets?
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O ye gods,
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Render me worthy of this noble wife!
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Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
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And by and by thy bosom shall partake
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The secrets of my heart.
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All my engagements I will construe to thee,
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All the charactery of my sad brows:
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Leave me with haste.
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Lucius, who's that knocks?
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He is a sick man that would speak with you.
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Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
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Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?
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Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
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O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
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To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
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I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
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Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
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Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
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Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
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By all the gods that Romans bow before,
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I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!
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Brave son, derived from honourable loins!
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Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up
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My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
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And I will strive with things impossible;
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Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
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A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
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But are not some whole that we must make sick?
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That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
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I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
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To whom it must be done.
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Set on your foot,
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And with a heart new-fired I follow you,
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To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
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That Brutus leads me on.
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Follow me, then.
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Scene 2 of Act 2 takes place in a room in Caesar's house. Caesar is getting ready to leave for the Senate when his wife, Calpurnia, enters and begs him not to go. She tells him about a terrible dream she had where his statue was pouring out blood and Romans were bathing in it. She believes it is a sign that he will be killed and begs him to stay home.

Caesar is initially dismissive of her concerns but is eventually swayed by the arrival of a soothsayer who warns him to beware the ides of March. Caesar decides to stay home, much to the delight of Calpurnia.

However, Decius Brutus, one of the conspirators, arrives and convinces Caesar to come to the Senate by convincing him that the dream was misinterpreted and that the Senate wants to offer him the crown. Caesar ultimately decides to go, despite Calpurnia's protests.

Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his night-gown

Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night:
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Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,
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'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within?
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Enter a Servant

My lord?
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Go bid the priests do present sacrifice
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And bring me their opinions of success.
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I will, my lord.
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What mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth?
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You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
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Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me
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Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see
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The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
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Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,
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Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
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Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
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Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
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A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
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And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
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Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
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In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
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Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
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The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
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Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
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And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
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O Caesar! these things are beyond all use,
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And I do fear them.
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What can be avoided
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Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
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Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions
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Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
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When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
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The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths;
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The valiant never taste of death but once.
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Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
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It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
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Seeing that death, a necessary end,
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Will come when it will come.
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What say the augurers?
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They would not have you to stir forth to-day.
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Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
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They could not find a heart within the beast.
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The gods do this in shame of cowardice:
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Caesar should be a beast without a heart,
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If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
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No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well
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That Caesar is more dangerous than he:
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We are two lions litter'd in one day,
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And I the elder and more terrible:
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And Caesar shall go forth.
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Alas, my lord,
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Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
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Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear
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That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
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We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house:
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And he shall say you are not well to-day:
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Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
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Mark Antony shall say I am not well,
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And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
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Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
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Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar:
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I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
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And you are come in very happy time,
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To bear my greeting to the senators
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And tell them that I will not come to-day:
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Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser:
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I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.
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Say he is sick.
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Shall Caesar send a lie?
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Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
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To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth?
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Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
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Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,
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Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.
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The cause is in my will: I will not come;
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That is enough to satisfy the senate.
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But for your private satisfaction,
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Because I love you, I will let you know:
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Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
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She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
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Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
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Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans
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Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it:
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And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,
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And evils imminent; and on her knee
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Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.
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This dream is all amiss interpreted;
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It was a vision fair and fortunate:
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Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
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In which so many smiling Romans bathed,
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Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
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Reviving blood, and that great men shall press
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For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.
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This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
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And this way have you well expounded it.
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I have, when you have heard what I can say:
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And know it now: the senate have concluded
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To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.
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If you shall send them word you will not come,
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Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
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Apt to be render'd, for some one to say
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'Break up the senate till another time,
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When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.'
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If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
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'Lo, Caesar is afraid'?
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Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love
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To our proceeding bids me tell you this;
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And reason to my love is liable.
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How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!
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I am ashamed I did yield to them.
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Give me my robe, for I will go.
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And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
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Good morrow, Caesar.
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Welcome, Publius.
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What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
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Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
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Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy
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As that same ague which hath made you lean.
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What is 't o'clock?
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Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
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I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
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See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,
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Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
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So to most noble Caesar.
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Bid them prepare within:
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I am to blame to be thus waited for.
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Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius!
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I have an hour's talk in store for you;
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Remember that you call on me to-day:
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Be near me, that I may remember you.
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Caesar, I will:
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and so near will I be,
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That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
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Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;
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And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
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(Aside) That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
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The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
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SCENE III. A street near the Capitol.

Scene 3 of Act 2 of Julius Caesar involves a conversation between two characters, Brutus and his servant Lucius. The scene takes place in the middle of the night, and Brutus is unable to sleep due to his anxiety about the upcoming assassination of Caesar.

Lucius enters the room and tries to help Brutus relax by playing music. However, Brutus is still unable to calm down and begins to contemplate the consequences of their actions. He fears that their assassination plot will lead to civil war and chaos in Rome.

Brutus then receives a letter from Cassius, one of the conspirators, which urges him to take action against Caesar. The letter also includes details about the other conspirators and their plans. After reading the letter, Brutus becomes more convinced that their plan is necessary for the good of Rome.

The scene ends with Brutus instructing Lucius to bring him a candle and paper so that he can write a letter to the Roman people explaining their actions. He hopes that this letter will convince the public of their noble intentions and prevent any backlash against them.

Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper

'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius;
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come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not
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Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus
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loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.
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There is but one mind in all these men, and it is
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bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal,
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look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.
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The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,
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Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
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And as a suitor will I give him this.
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My heart laments that virtue cannot live
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Out of the teeth of emulation.
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If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;
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If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
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SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.

Scene 4 of Act 2 takes place in Brutus' garden, where he is visited by Cassius. Cassius attempts to convince Brutus to join the conspiracy against Caesar by citing examples of Caesar's weaknesses and faults. He also presents letters from citizens of Rome, urging Brutus to take action against Caesar. Brutus remains hesitant, citing his love for Caesar and his desire to act out of a sense of duty rather than personal gain. However, Cassius continues to manipulate Brutus, appealing to his sense of honor and patriotism. The scene ends with Brutus agreeing to join the conspiracy, but with the condition that they do not harm any innocent citizens in the process.


I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;
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Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
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Why dost thou stay?
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To know my errand, madam.
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I would have had thee there, and here again,
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Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
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O constancy, be strong upon my side,
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Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
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I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
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How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
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Art thou here yet?
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Madam, what should I do?
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Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
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And so return to you, and nothing else?
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Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
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For he went sickly forth: and take good note
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What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
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Hark, boy! what noise is that?
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I hear none, madam.
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Prithee, listen well;
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I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
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And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
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Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
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Enter the Soothsayer

Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?
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At mine own house, good lady.
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What is't o'clock?
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About the ninth hour, lady.
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Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
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Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
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To see him pass on to the Capitol.
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Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
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That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
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To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
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I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
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Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
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None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
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Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
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The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
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Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
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Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
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I'll get me to a place more void, and there
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Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
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I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing
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The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
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The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
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Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit
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That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.
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Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
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Say I am merry: come to me again,
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And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
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Exeunt severally


Act 3 of Julius Caesar portrays the aftermath of Caesar's death. The conspirators, including Brutus and Cassius, attempt to justify their actions to the Roman citizens, who are outraged at Caesar's murder. However, Mark Antony delivers a powerful speech, turning the citizens against the conspirators and inciting them to riot.

Antony's speech is a masterful manipulation of the crowd's emotions. He begins by praising Caesar and then proceeds to list all of the good deeds Caesar had done for Rome. He then displays Caesar's body and points out the wounds inflicted by the conspirators, which incites the crowd to anger. Antony further stokes their wrath by reading Caesar's will, in which he bequeaths money and land to the citizens of Rome.

The crowd's fury turns against the conspirators, who are forced to flee for their lives. The chaos of the riot spreads throughout the city, with citizens attacking anyone associated with the conspirators. The stage is set for the coming civil war between the supporters of Caesar and the conspirators.

SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.

In Scene 1 of Act 3, a group of conspirators, including Brutus and Cassius, gather around Julius Caesar in the Senate. Caesar is approached by an oracle who warns him of the impending danger, but he ignores the warning and proceeds to the Senate. As Caesar takes his seat, the conspirators surround him and begin to stab him to death. Caesar fights back, but ultimately succumbs to his wounds and dies.

Throughout the scene, there is a sense of tension and foreboding as the conspirators plot their attack. The audience is given a glimpse into the minds of the characters as they struggle with their conflicting emotions. Brutus, who had been Caesar's friend, is torn between his loyalty to his friend and his belief that Caesar's ambition would lead to his downfall. Cassius, on the other hand, is motivated by his own hunger for power and sees Caesar as a threat to his ambitions.

The scene is a pivotal moment in the play, marking the death of Julius Caesar and setting the stage for the civil war that follows. It also raises important questions about the nature of power, ambition, and loyalty. The audience is left to ponder whether the conspirators were justified in their actions or whether they were simply motivated by their own self-interest. Ultimately, Scene 1 of Act 3 is a powerful and dramatic moment in one of Shakespeare's most famous plays.


(To the Soothsayer) The ides of March are come.
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Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
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Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.
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Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
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At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
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O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
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That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
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What touches us ourself shall be last served.
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Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.
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What, is the fellow mad?
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Sirrah, give place.
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What, urge you your petitions in the street?
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Come to the Capitol.
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CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following

I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
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What enterprise, Popilius?
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Fare you well.
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Advances to CAESAR

What said Popilius Lena?
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He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
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I fear our purpose is discovered.
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Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.
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Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
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Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
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Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
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For I will slay myself.
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Cassius, be constant:
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Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
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For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
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Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
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He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
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Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
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And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
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He is address'd: press near and second him.
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Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
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Are we all ready? What is now amiss
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That Caesar and his senate must redress?
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Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
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Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
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An humble heart,--
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I must prevent thee, Cimber.
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These couchings and these lowly courtesies
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Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
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And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
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Into the law of children. Be not fond,
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To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
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That will be thaw'd from the true quality
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With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
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Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
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Thy brother by decree is banished:
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If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
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I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
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Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
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Will he be satisfied.
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Is there no voice more worthy than my own
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To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
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For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
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I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
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Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
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Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
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What, Brutus!
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Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
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As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
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To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
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I could be well moved, if I were as you:
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If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
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But I am constant as the northern star,
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Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
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There is no fellow in the firmament.
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The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
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They are all fire and every one doth shine,
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But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
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So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,
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And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
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Yet in the number I do know but one
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That unassailable holds on his rank,
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Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
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Let me a little show it, even in this;
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That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
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And constant do remain to keep him so.
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O Caesar,--
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Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
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Great Caesar,--
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Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
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Speak, hands for me!
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CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR

Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.
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Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
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Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
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Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
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'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'
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People and senators, be not affrighted;
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Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.
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Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
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And Cassius too.
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Where's Publius?
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Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
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Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's
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Should chance--
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Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
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There is no harm intended to your person,
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Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
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And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
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Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
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Do so: and let no man abide this deed,
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But we the doers.
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Where is Antony?
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Fled to his house amazed:
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Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run
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As it were doomsday.
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Fates, we will know your pleasures:
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That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
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And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
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Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
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Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
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Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
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So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
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His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
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And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
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Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
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Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
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And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
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Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'
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Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
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Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
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In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
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How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
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That now on Pompey's basis lies along
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No worthier than the dust!
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So oft as that shall be,
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So often shall the knot of us be call'd
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The men that gave their country liberty.
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What, shall we forth?
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Ay, every man away:
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Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
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With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
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Enter a Servant

Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
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Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:
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Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
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And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
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Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
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Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
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Say I love Brutus, and I honour him;
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Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.
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If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
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May safely come to him, and be resolved
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How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
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Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
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So well as Brutus living; but will follow
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The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
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Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
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With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
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Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
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I never thought him worse.
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Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
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He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
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Depart untouch'd.
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I'll fetch him presently.
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I know that we shall have him well to friend.
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I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
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That fears him much; and my misgiving still
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Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
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But here comes Antony.
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Welcome, Mark Antony.
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O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
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Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
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Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
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I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
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Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
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If I myself, there is no hour so fit
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As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument
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Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
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With the most noble blood of all this world.
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I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
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Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
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Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
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I shall not find myself so apt to die:
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No place will please me so, no mean of death,
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As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
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The choice and master spirits of this age.
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O Antony, beg not your death of us.
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Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
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As, by our hands and this our present act,
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You see we do, yet see you but our hands
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And this the bleeding business they have done:
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Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
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And pity to the general wrong of Rome--
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As fire drives out fire, so pity pity--
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Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
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To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
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Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts
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Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
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With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
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Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
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In the disposing of new dignities.
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Only be patient till we have appeased
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The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
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And then we will deliver you the cause,
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Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
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Have thus proceeded.
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I doubt not of your wisdom.
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Let each man render me his bloody hand:
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First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
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Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
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Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;
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Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
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Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.
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Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say?
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My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
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That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
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Either a coward or a flatterer.
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That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
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If then thy spirit look upon us now,
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Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
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To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,
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Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
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Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
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Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
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Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
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It would become me better than to close
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In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
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Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;
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Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
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Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
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O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
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And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
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How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
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Dost thou here lie!
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Mark Antony,--
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Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
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The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
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Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
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I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
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But what compact mean you to have with us?
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Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
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Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
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Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
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Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
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Friends am I with you all and love you all,
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Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
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Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
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Or else were this a savage spectacle:
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Our reasons are so full of good regard
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That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
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You should be satisfied.
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That's all I seek:
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And am moreover suitor that I may
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Produce his body to the market-place;
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And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
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Speak in the order of his funeral.
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You shall, Mark Antony.
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Brutus, a word with you.
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You know not what you do: do not consent
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That Antony speak in his funeral:
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Know you how much the people may be moved
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By that which he will utter?
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By your pardon;
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I will myself into the pulpit first,
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And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
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What Antony shall speak, I will protest
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He speaks by leave and by permission,
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And that we are contented Caesar shall
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Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
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It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
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I know not what may fall; I like it not.
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Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
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You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
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But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
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And say you do't by our permission;
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Else shall you not have any hand at all
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About his funeral: and you shall speak
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In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
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After my speech is ended.
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Be it so.
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I do desire no more.
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Prepare the body then, and follow us.
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Exeunt all but ANTONY

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
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That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
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Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
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That ever lived in the tide of times.
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Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
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Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
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Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
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To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
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A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
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Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
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Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
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Blood and destruction shall be so in use
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And dreadful objects so familiar
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That mothers shall but smile when they behold
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Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
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All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
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And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
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With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
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Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
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Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
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That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
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With carrion men, groaning for burial.
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You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
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I do, Mark Antony.
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Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
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He did receive his letters, and is coming;
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And bid me say to you by word of mouth--
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O Caesar!--
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Seeing the body

Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
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Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
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Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
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Began to water. Is thy master coming?
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He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
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Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
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Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
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No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
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Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
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Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse
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Into the market-place: there shall I try
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In my oration, how the people take
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The cruel issue of these bloody men;
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According to the which, thou shalt discourse
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To young Octavius of the state of things.
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Lend me your hand.
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Exeunt with CAESAR's body

SCENE II. The Forum.

In Scene 2 of Act 3 of Julius Caesar, a group of conspirators have just assassinated Caesar and are trying to justify their actions to the public. Brutus, one of the main conspirators, delivers a speech explaining their motives. He claims that they killed Caesar not because they hated him, but because they loved Rome more. He argues that Caesar was becoming too powerful and would have eventually become a tyrant, threatening the freedom and democracy of Rome.

However, not everyone is convinced by Brutus' words. Mark Antony, a close friend of Caesar, enters and asks to speak at Caesar's funeral. The conspirators are hesitant, but Brutus allows him to speak, believing that he will support their cause. Antony then delivers a powerful speech that turns the crowd against the conspirators. He cleverly uses rhetorical devices to sway the people's emotions, reminding them of Caesar's good deeds and painting the conspirators as murderers who acted out of envy.

The crowd becomes enraged and demands revenge for Caesar's death. The conspirators flee, fearing for their lives. Antony and his supporters are left in control of the city, and the future of Rome hangs in the balance.

Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens

We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.
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Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
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Cassius, go you into the other street,
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And part the numbers.
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Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
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Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
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And public reasons shall be rendered
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Of Caesar's death.
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First Citizen
I will hear Brutus speak.
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Second Citizen
I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,
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When severally we hear them rendered.
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Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the pulpit

Third Citizen
The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!
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Be patient till the last.
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Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
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cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me
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for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
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you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and
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awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
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If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of
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Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
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was no less than his. If then that friend demand
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why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
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--Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
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Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
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die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
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all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
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as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
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valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
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slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
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fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
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ambition. Who is here so base that would be a
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bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
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Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If
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any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so
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vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;
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for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
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None, Brutus, none.
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Then none have I offended. I have done no more to
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Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
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his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
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extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
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enforced, for which he suffered death.
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Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who,
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though he had no hand in his death, shall receive
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the benefit of his dying, a place in the
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commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this
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I depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the
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good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,
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when it shall please my country to need my death.
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Live, Brutus! live, live!
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First Citizen
Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
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Second Citizen
Give him a statue with his ancestors.
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Third Citizen
Let him be Caesar.
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Fourth Citizen
Caesar's better parts
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Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
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First Citizen
We'll bring him to his house
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With shouts and clamours.
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My countrymen,--
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Second Citizen
Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.
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First Citizen
Peace, ho!
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Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
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And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
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Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
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Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
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By our permission, is allow'd to make.
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I do entreat you, not a man depart,
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Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
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First Citizen
Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.
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Third Citizen
Let him go up into the public chair;
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We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
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For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
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Goes into the pulpit

Fourth Citizen
What does he say of Brutus?
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Third Citizen
He says, for Brutus' sake,
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He finds himself beholding to us all.
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Fourth Citizen
'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.
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First Citizen
This Caesar was a tyrant.
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Third Citizen
Nay, that's certain:
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We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
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Second Citizen
Peace! let us hear what Antony can say.
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You gentle Romans,--
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Peace, ho! let us hear him.
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
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I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
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The evil that men do lives after them;
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The good is oft interred with their bones;
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So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
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Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
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If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
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And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
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Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
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For Brutus is an honourable man;
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So are they all, all honourable men--
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Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
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He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
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But Brutus says he was ambitious;
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And Brutus is an honourable man.
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He hath brought many captives home to Rome
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Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
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Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
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When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
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Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
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Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
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And Brutus is an honourable man.
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You all did see that on the Lupercal
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I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
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Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
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Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
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And, sure, he is an honourable man.
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I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
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But here I am to speak what I do know.
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You all did love him once, not without cause:
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What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
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O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
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And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
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My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
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And I must pause till it come back to me.
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First Citizen
Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
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Second Citizen
If thou consider rightly of the matter,
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Caesar has had great wrong.
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Third Citizen
Has he, masters?
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I fear there will a worse come in his place.
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Fourth Citizen
Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;
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Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
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First Citizen
If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
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Second Citizen
Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
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Third Citizen
There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
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Fourth Citizen
Now mark him, he begins again to speak.
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But yesterday the word of Caesar might
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Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
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And none so poor to do him reverence.
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O masters, if I were disposed to stir
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Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
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I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
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Who, you all know, are honourable men:
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I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
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To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
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Than I will wrong such honourable men.
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But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
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I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
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Let but the commons hear this testament--
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Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--
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And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
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And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
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Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
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And, dying, mention it within their wills,
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Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
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Unto their issue.
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Fourth Citizen
We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.
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The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.
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Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
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It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
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You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
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And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar,
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It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
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'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
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For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
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Fourth Citizen
Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
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You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.
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Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?
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I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:
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I fear I wrong the honourable men
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Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.
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Fourth Citizen
They were traitors: honourable men!
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The will! the testament!
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Second Citizen
They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.
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You will compel me, then, to read the will?
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Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
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And let me show you him that made the will.
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Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
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Several Citizens
Come down.
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Second Citizen
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Third Citizen
You shall have leave.
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ANTONY comes down

Fourth Citizen
A ring; stand round.
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First Citizen
Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
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Second Citizen
Room for Antony, most noble Antony.
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Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.
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Several Citizens
Stand back; room; bear back.
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If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
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You all do know this mantle: I remember
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The first time ever Caesar put it on;
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'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
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That day he overcame the Nervii:
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Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
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See what a rent the envious Casca made:
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Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
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And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
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Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
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As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
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If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
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For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
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Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
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This was the most unkindest cut of all;
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For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
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Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
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Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
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And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
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Even at the base of Pompey's statua,
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Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
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O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
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Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
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Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
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O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
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The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
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Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
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Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
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Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
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First Citizen
O piteous spectacle!
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Second Citizen
O noble Caesar!
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Third Citizen
O woful day!
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Fourth Citizen
O traitors, villains!
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First Citizen
O most bloody sight!
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Second Citizen
We will be revenged.
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Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!
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Let not a traitor live!
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Stay, countrymen.
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First Citizen
Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
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Second Citizen
We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
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Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
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To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
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They that have done this deed are honourable:
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What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
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That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
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And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
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I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
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I am no orator, as Brutus is;
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But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
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That love my friend; and that they know full well
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That gave me public leave to speak of him:
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For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
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Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
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To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
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I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
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Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
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And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
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And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
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Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
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In every wound of Caesar that should move
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The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
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We'll mutiny.
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First Citizen
We'll burn the house of Brutus.
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Third Citizen
Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.
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Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
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Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!
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Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
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Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
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Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
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You have forgot the will I told you of.
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Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.
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Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
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To every Roman citizen he gives,
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To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
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Second Citizen
Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.
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Third Citizen
O royal Caesar!
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Hear me with patience.
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Peace, ho!
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Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
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His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
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On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
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And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
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To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
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Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
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First Citizen
Never, never. Come, away, away!
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We'll burn his body in the holy place,
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And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
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Take up the body.
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Second Citizen
Go fetch fire.
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Third Citizen
Pluck down benches.
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Fourth Citizen
Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.
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Exeunt Citizens with the body

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
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Take thou what course thou wilt!
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How now, fellow!
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Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
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Where is he?
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He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.
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And thither will I straight to visit him:
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He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
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And in this mood will give us any thing.
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I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
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Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
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Belike they had some notice of the people,
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How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
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SCENE III. A street.

Scene 3 of Act 3 takes place during the aftermath of the assassination of Julius Caesar. The conspirators, led by Brutus and Cassius, have just killed Caesar in the Senate and are now dealing with the aftermath. They are trying to justify their actions to the citizens of Rome, who are understandably upset and confused.

As the scene opens, the conspirators are trying to calm the crowd and explain why they killed Caesar. Brutus speaks first, telling the crowd that they killed Caesar because they believed he was too ambitious and would have become a tyrant. He also tells them that they did it for the good of Rome and that they are not murderers, but rather patriots.

Cassius then speaks and tries to convince the crowd that Caesar was a danger to the Republic. He tells them that Caesar was planning to enslave the people of Rome and that they had no choice but to kill him. He also tries to paint Caesar as a weak and cowardly leader who would have led Rome to ruin.

The crowd, however, is not convinced. They are upset and angry and demand to know why the conspirators felt they had the right to kill Caesar. They accuse the conspirators of being traitors and murderers and demand that they be punished.

As the scene comes to a close, the crowd becomes more and more agitated and it becomes clear that the conspirators have not been able to convince them of their actions. The scene ends with the crowd shouting and jeering at the conspirators, leaving them to deal with the consequences of their actions.

Enter CINNA the poet

I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,
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And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
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I have no will to wander forth of doors,
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Yet something leads me forth.
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Enter Citizens

First Citizen
What is your name?
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Second Citizen
Whither are you going?
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Third Citizen
Where do you dwell?
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Fourth Citizen
Are you a married man or a bachelor?
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Second Citizen
Answer every man directly.
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First Citizen
Ay, and briefly.
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Fourth Citizen
Ay, and wisely.
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Third Citizen
Ay, and truly, you were best.
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What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I
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dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to
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answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and
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truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
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Second Citizen
That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:
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you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
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Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
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First Citizen
As a friend or an enemy?
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As a friend.
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Second Citizen
That matter is answered directly.
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Fourth Citizen
For your dwelling,--briefly.
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Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
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Third Citizen
Your name, sir, truly.
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Truly, my name is Cinna.
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First Citizen
Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
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I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
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Fourth Citizen
Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
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I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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Fourth Citizen
It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his
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name out of his heart, and turn him going.
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Third Citizen
Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:
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to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
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house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!
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Act IV

Act 4 of Julius Caesar begins with Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus forming a list of people who need to be killed in order to secure their power. They discuss the merits and potential threats posed by each individual, and ultimately agree on a list of names.

Meanwhile, Brutus and Cassius are dealing with their own internal conflicts. Cassius accuses Brutus of wronging him, and they argue about money and power. However, they eventually reconcile and agree to focus on the task at hand: defeating Antony and Octavius.

Brutus then receives news that his wife, Portia, has killed herself out of grief for his involvement in Caesar's assassination. This news deeply affects Brutus, but he refuses to let it distract him from the battle ahead.

Antony and Octavius lead their army to meet Brutus and Cassius in battle. The two sides exchange insults and taunts, and the battle begins. Initially, Brutus and Cassius seem to have the upper hand, but eventually, the tide turns in favor of Antony and Octavius.

During the battle, Brutus sees a ghostly apparition of Caesar, which he interprets as a sign that his time is up. Despite this, he continues to fight until he is captured by Antony's army.

The act ends with Antony and Octavius discussing the fate of Brutus. Antony suggests that they spare him and use him as a propaganda tool to gain support from the people. Octavius agrees, and they set off to discuss the matter with Brutus.

SCENE I. A house in Rome.

Act 4 Scene 1 opens with Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus discussing their plans to eliminate their enemies. They have compiled a list of people they believe pose a threat to their power and plan to have them killed. Antony proposes that his own nephew, Marcus Brutus, be spared from their wrath, but Octavius insists that he be included on the list. Lepidus is tasked with going to Caesar's house to retrieve a document that will help them in their mission.

Next, Antony and Octavius are left alone to discuss their concerns about Lepidus. They both agree that he is not as intelligent or capable as they are, and that they will likely dispose of him once he has served his purpose. They also discuss the threat posed by Brutus and Cassius, and decide that they must be defeated in battle.

Finally, a messenger arrives with news that Brutus and Cassius are amassing their army in preparation for battle. Antony and Octavius prepare to meet them, confident that they will emerge victorious. The scene ends with Antony declaring, "Let us do so, for we are at the stake, and bayed about with many enemies; and some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs."

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table

These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.
Link: 4.1.1

Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?
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I do consent--
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Prick him down, Antony.
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Upon condition Publius shall not live,
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Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
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He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
Link: 4.1.7
But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
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Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
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How to cut off some charge in legacies.
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What, shall I find you here?
Link: 4.1.11

Or here, or at the Capitol.
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This is a slight unmeritable man,
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Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
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The three-fold world divided, he should stand
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One of the three to share it?
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So you thought him;
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And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
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In our black sentence and proscription.
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Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
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And though we lay these honours on this man,
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To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
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He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
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To groan and sweat under the business,
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Either led or driven, as we point the way;
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And having brought our treasure where we will,
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Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
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Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
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And graze in commons.
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You may do your will;
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But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
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So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
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I do appoint him store of provender:
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It is a creature that I teach to fight,
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To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
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His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
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And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
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He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth;
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A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
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On abjects, orts and imitations,
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Which, out of use and staled by other men,
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Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,
Link: 4.1.42
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
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Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius
Link: 4.1.44
Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
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Therefore let our alliance be combined,
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Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
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And let us presently go sit in council,
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How covert matters may be best disclosed,
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And open perils surest answered.
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Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
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And bay'd about with many enemies;
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And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
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Millions of mischiefs.
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SCENE II. Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent.

In Scene 2 of Act 4, a group of conspirators including Brutus and Cassius meet in a room to discuss their plans for the upcoming battle against Caesar's army. They argue over how they should proceed and how they will divide their forces. Cassius accuses Brutus of being too hesitant and not assertive enough in his leadership. Brutus defends himself, saying he is not afraid to fight but wants to do so with honor. They are interrupted by a messenger who brings news that Antony and Octavius (Caesar's allies) are marching towards them with a large army. The group quickly decides to move their army to Philippi to engage in battle.

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them

Stand, ho!
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Give the word, ho! and stand.
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What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
Link: 4.2.3

He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
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To do you salutation from his master.
Link: 4.2.5

He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
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In his own change, or by ill officers,
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Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
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Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
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I shall be satisfied.
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I do not doubt
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But that my noble master will appear
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Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
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He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
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How he received you, let me be resolved.
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With courtesy and with respect enough;
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But not with such familiar instances,
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Nor with such free and friendly conference,
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As he hath used of old.
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Thou hast described
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A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
Link: 4.2.21
When love begins to sicken and decay,
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It useth an enforced ceremony.
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There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
Link: 4.2.24
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
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Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
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But when they should endure the bloody spur,
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They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
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Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
Link: 4.2.29

They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
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The greater part, the horse in general,
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Are come with Cassius.
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Hark! he is arrived.
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March gently on to meet him.
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Enter CASSIUS and his powers

Stand, ho!
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Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
Link: 4.2.36

First Soldier

Second Soldier

Third Soldier

Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
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Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
Link: 4.2.41
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
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Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
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And when you do them--
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Cassius, be content.
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Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
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Before the eyes of both our armies here,
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Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
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Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
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Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
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And I will give you audience.
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Bid our commanders lead their charges off
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A little from this ground.
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Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
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Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
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Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.
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SCENE III. Brutus's tent.

Scene 3 of Act 4 of Julius Caesar begins with Brutus and Cassius arguing over their military strategy. Cassius believes they should wait for the enemy to come to them, while Brutus wants to march to meet them. They are interrupted by a messenger who brings news of the enemy's movements.

Titinius and Messala arrive, and they discuss the situation. Brutus decides to march his army to meet the enemy, and they all leave to prepare for the battle.

Before they depart, Cassius expresses his concerns about their chances of winning. He believes that they will be defeated and suggests that they should kill themselves rather than be captured. Brutus disagrees and tells him that they will fight to the death if necessary.

As they leave, Brutus and Cassius exchange words of farewell, knowing that this may be the last time they see each other. Cassius expresses his regret for the way he treated Brutus earlier, and they embrace.

The scene ends with Brutus and his army marching to meet the enemy, ready to fight for their cause.


That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
Link: 4.3.1
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
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For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Link: 4.3.3
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Link: 4.3.4
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
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You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
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In such a time as this it is not meet
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That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Link: 4.3.8

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Link: 4.3.9
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
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To sell and mart your offices for gold
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To undeservers.
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I an itching palm!
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You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
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Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
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The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
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And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
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Remember March, the ides of March remember:
Link: 4.3.19
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
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What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
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And not for justice? What, shall one of us
Link: 4.3.22
That struck the foremost man of all this world
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But for supporting robbers, shall we now
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Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
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And sell the mighty space of our large honours
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For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
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I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
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Than such a Roman.
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Brutus, bay not me;
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I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
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To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
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Older in practise, abler than yourself
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To make conditions.
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Go to; you are not, Cassius.
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I say you are not.
Link: 4.3.37

Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
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Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
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Away, slight man!
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Is't possible?
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Hear me, for I will speak.
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Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
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Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Link: 4.3.44

O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
Link: 4.3.45

All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Link: 4.3.46
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
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And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Link: 4.3.48
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
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Under your testy humour? By the gods
Link: 4.3.50
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
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Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
Link: 4.3.52
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
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When you are waspish.
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Is it come to this?
Link: 4.3.55

You say you are a better soldier:
Link: 4.3.56
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
Link: 4.3.57
And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
Link: 4.3.58
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Link: 4.3.59

You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
Link: 4.3.60
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Link: 4.3.61
Did I say 'better'?
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If you did, I care not.
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When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
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Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
Link: 4.3.65

I durst not!
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What, durst not tempt him!
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For your life you durst not!
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Do not presume too much upon my love;
Link: 4.3.70
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
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You have done that you should be sorry for.
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There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
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For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
Link: 4.3.74
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
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Which I respect not. I did send to you
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For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:
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For I can raise no money by vile means:
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By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
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And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
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From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
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By any indirection: I did send
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To you for gold to pay my legions,
Link: 4.3.83
Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Link: 4.3.84
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
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When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
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To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
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Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
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Dash him to pieces!
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I denied you not.
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You did.
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I did not: he was but a fool that brought
Link: 4.3.92
My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
Link: 4.3.93
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
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But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
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I do not, till you practise them on me.
Link: 4.3.96

You love me not.
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I do not like your faults.
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A friendly eye could never see such faults.
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A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
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As huge as high Olympus.
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Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
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Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
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For Cassius is aweary of the world;
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Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
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Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
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Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
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To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
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My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
Link: 4.3.109
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
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Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
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If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
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I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
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Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
Link: 4.3.114
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
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Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
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Sheathe your dagger:
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Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
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Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
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O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
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That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
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Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
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And straight is cold again.
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Hath Cassius lived
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To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
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When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
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When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
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Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
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And my heart too.
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O Brutus!
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What's the matter?
Link: 4.3.131

Have not you love enough to bear with me,
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When that rash humour which my mother gave me
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Makes me forgetful?
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Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
Link: 4.3.135
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
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He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
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(Within) Let me go in to see the generals;
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There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet
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They be alone.
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(Within) You shall not come to them.
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(Within) Nothing but death shall stay me.
Link: 4.3.142

Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS

How now! what's the matter?
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For shame, you generals! what do you mean?
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Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
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For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
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Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
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Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
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Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
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I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
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What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
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Companion, hence!
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Away, away, be gone.
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Exit Poet

Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
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Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
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And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
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Immediately to us.
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Lucius, a bowl of wine!
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I did not think you could have been so angry.
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O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
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Of your philosophy you make no use,
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If you give place to accidental evils.
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No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
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Ha! Portia!
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She is dead.
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How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
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O insupportable and touching loss!
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Upon what sickness?
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Impatient of my absence,
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And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
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Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death
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That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,
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And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
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And died so?
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Even so.
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O ye immortal gods!
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Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper

Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
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In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
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My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
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Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
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I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
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Come in, Titinius!
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Welcome, good Messala.
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Now sit we close about this taper here,
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And call in question our necessities.
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Portia, art thou gone?
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No more, I pray you.
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Messala, I have here received letters,
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That young Octavius and Mark Antony
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Come down upon us with a mighty power,
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Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
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Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
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With what addition?
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That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
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Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
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Have put to death an hundred senators.
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Therein our letters do not well agree;
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Mine speak of seventy senators that died
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By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
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Cicero one!
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Cicero is dead,
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And by that order of proscription.
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Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
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No, Messala.
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Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
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Nothing, Messala.
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That, methinks, is strange.
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Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?
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No, my lord.
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Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
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Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
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For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
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Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
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With meditating that she must die once,
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I have the patience to endure it now.
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Even so great men great losses should endure.
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I have as much of this in art as you,
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But yet my nature could not bear it so.
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Well, to our work alive. What do you think
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Of marching to Philippi presently?
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I do not think it good.
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Your reason?
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This it is:
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'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
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So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
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Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
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Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
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Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
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The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
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Do stand but in a forced affection;
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For they have grudged us contribution:
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The enemy, marching along by them,
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By them shall make a fuller number up,
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Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
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From which advantage shall we cut him off,
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If at Philippi we do face him there,
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These people at our back.
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Hear me, good brother.
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Under your pardon. You must note beside,
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That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
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Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
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The enemy increaseth every day;
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We, at the height, are ready to decline.
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There is a tide in the affairs of men,
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Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
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Omitted, all the voyage of their life
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Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
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On such a full sea are we now afloat;
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And we must take the current when it serves,
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Or lose our ventures.
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Then, with your will, go on;
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We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
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The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
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And nature must obey necessity;
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Which we will niggard with a little rest.
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There is no more to say?
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No more. Good night:
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Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
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My gown.
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Farewell, good Messala:
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Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
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Good night, and good repose.
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O my dear brother!
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This was an ill beginning of the night:
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Never come such division 'tween our souls!
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Let it not, Brutus.
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Every thing is well.
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Good night, my lord.
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Good night, good brother.
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Good night, Lord Brutus.
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Farewell, every one.
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Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
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Here in the tent.
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What, thou speak'st drowsily?
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Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
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Call Claudius and some other of my men:
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I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
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Varro and Claudius!
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Calls my lord?
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I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
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It may be I shall raise you by and by
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On business to my brother Cassius.
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So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
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I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
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It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
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Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
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I put it in the pocket of my gown.
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VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down

I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
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Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
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Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
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And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
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Ay, my lord, an't please you.
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It does, my boy:
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I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
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It is my duty, sir.
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I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
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I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
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I have slept, my lord, already.
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It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
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I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
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I will be good to thee.
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This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
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Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
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That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
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I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
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If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
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I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
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Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
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Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
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How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
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I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
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That shapes this monstrous apparition.
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It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
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Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
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That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
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Speak to me what thou art.
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Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
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Why comest thou?
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To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
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Well; then I shall see thee again?
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Ay, at Philippi.
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Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
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Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:
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Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
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Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
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The strings, my lord, are false.
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He thinks he still is at his instrument.
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Lucius, awake!
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My lord?
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Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
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My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
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Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?
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Nothing, my lord.
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Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
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Fellow thou, awake!
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My lord?
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My lord?
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Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
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Did we, my lord?
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Ay: saw you any thing?
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No, my lord, I saw nothing.
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Nor I, my lord.
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Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
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Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
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And we will follow.
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It shall be done, my lord.
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Act V

Act 5 of Julius Caesar is the final act of the play. The act opens with the armies of Octavius Caesar and Mark Antony preparing to engage in battle against the forces led by Brutus and Cassius. The two sides exchange insults and prepare for the fight.

During the battle, Brutus and Cassius lead their armies against Octavius and Antony. The battle is intense, with both sides suffering heavy losses. Eventually, Brutus and Cassius are defeated, and they retreat to a nearby hill. There, they argue about their next move. Cassius suggests that they kill themselves, as they are unlikely to escape alive. Brutus agrees, and they each take their own lives.

After the deaths of Brutus and Cassius, Antony gives a speech praising Brutus as an honorable man, despite having fought against him. Octavius orders that Brutus be given a proper burial and honors. The play ends with Antony and Octavius discussing their plans for Rome now that they have emerged victorious.

SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.

A group of soldiers who were loyal to Brutus and Cassius prepare to face off against Antony and Octavius' forces. Brutus has instructed them to fight until they die as they are outnumbered and outmatched. The soldiers discuss their fears and concerns, but ultimately decide to follow Brutus' orders.

Brutus and Cassius enter and speak with their soldiers, giving them a rousing speech about honor and bravery. They remind their men of their cause and the importance of their sacrifice. The soldiers are inspired and ready to fight.

Antony and Octavius arrive with their own troops and a battle ensues. The two sides exchange insults and fight fiercely. Despite their bravery, Brutus' and Cassius' soldiers are eventually overwhelmed and begin to lose ground.

Cassius sees that they are losing and decides to take matters into his own hands. He sends one of his men to kill him, knowing that he cannot bear to be captured and used as a pawn by the enemy. The soldier reluctantly kills Cassius and brings his body to Brutus.

Brutus is heartbroken by the loss of his friend and ally. He reflects on the decisions he has made and the consequences they have brought. He decides to take his own life, hoping that his death will bring an end to the conflict and spare the lives of his remaining soldiers.

The play ends with Antony paying tribute to Brutus, acknowledging his bravery and honor even in defeat. The audience is left to ponder the themes of loyalty, honor, and the consequences of one's actions.

Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army

Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
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You said the enemy would not come down,
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But keep the hills and upper regions;
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It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
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They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
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Answering before we do demand of them.
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Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
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Wherefore they do it: they could be content
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To visit other places; and come down
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With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
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To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
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But 'tis not so.
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Enter a Messenger

Prepare you, generals:
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The enemy comes on in gallant show;
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Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
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And something to be done immediately.
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Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
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Upon the left hand of the even field.
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Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
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Why do you cross me in this exigent?
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I do not cross you; but I will do so.
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Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others

They stand, and would have parley.
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Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk.
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Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
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No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
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Make forth; the generals would have some words.
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Stir not until the signal.
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Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?
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Not that we love words better, as you do.
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Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
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In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
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Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
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Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'
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The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
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But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
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And leave them honeyless.
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Not stingless too.
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O, yes, and soundless too;
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For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
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And very wisely threat before you sting.
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Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
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Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:
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You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
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And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
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Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
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Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
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Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
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This tongue had not offended so to-day,
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If Cassius might have ruled.
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Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,
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The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look;
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I draw a sword against conspirators;
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When think you that the sword goes up again?
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Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds
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Be well avenged; or till another Caesar
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Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
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Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
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Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
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So I hope;
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I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
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O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
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Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
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A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
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Join'd with a masker and a reveller!
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Old Cassius still!
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Come, Antony, away!
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Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
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If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
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If not, when you have stomachs.
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Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army

Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
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The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
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Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.
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(Standing forth) My lord?
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BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart

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(Standing forth) What says my general?
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This is my birth-day; as this very day
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Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
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Be thou my witness that against my will,
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As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
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Upon one battle all our liberties.
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You know that I held Epicurus strong
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And his opinion: now I change my mind,
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And partly credit things that do presage.
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Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
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Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
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Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
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Who to Philippi here consorted us:
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This morning are they fled away and gone;
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And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites,
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Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,
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As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem
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A canopy most fatal, under which
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Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
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Believe not so.
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I but believe it partly;
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For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
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To meet all perils very constantly.
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Even so, Lucilius.
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Now, most noble Brutus,
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The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
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Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
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But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
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Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
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If we do lose this battle, then is this
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The very last time we shall speak together:
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What are you then determined to do?
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Even by the rule of that philosophy
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By which I did blame Cato for the death
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Which he did give himself, I know not how,
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But I do find it cowardly and vile,
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For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
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The time of life: arming myself with patience
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To stay the providence of some high powers
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That govern us below.
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Then, if we lose this battle,
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You are contented to be led in triumph
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Thorough the streets of Rome?
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No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
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That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
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He bears too great a mind. But this same day
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Must end that work the ides of March begun;
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And whether we shall meet again I know not.
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Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
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For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
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If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
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If not, why then, this parting was well made.
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For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
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If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
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If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
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Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
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The end of this day's business ere it come!
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But it sufficeth that the day will end,
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And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!
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SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.

Scene 2 of Act 5 of Julius Caesar takes place in the field of battle. Octavius, Antony, and their army have just arrived and are preparing for battle against Brutus and Cassius' army. Brutus and Cassius also arrive with their army, and they exchange insults and threats with Octavius and Antony.

Brutus and Cassius argue about strategy and tactics, with Cassius accusing Brutus of making a mistake in allowing Antony and Octavius to take the high ground. Brutus defends his decision, and they continue to argue until they are interrupted by a messenger who brings news of enemy movements. They quickly prepare for battle.

The battle begins, and both sides fight fiercely. Brutus and Cassius' army initially gains the upper hand, but they are eventually pushed back by Antony and Octavius' forces. During the battle, Brutus sees his friend, Titinius, being captured by the enemy and assumes that he has been killed. Distraught, Brutus orders his servant, Volumnius, to kill him, but Volumnius refuses. Brutus then asks another friend, Strato, to help him, and Strato reluctantly agrees. Brutus runs onto Strato's sword and dies.

As the battle comes to an end, Antony and Octavius mourn the loss of their opponents, particularly Brutus, whom they acknowledge as a noble and honorable man. Antony delivers a famous eulogy, saying, "This was the noblest Roman of them all." The play ends with Octavius and Antony taking control of Rome and beginning their rule as the new leaders of the Roman Empire.

Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA

Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
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Unto the legions on the other side.
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Let them set on at once; for I perceive
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But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
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And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
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Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.
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SCENE III. Another part of the field.

Scene 3 of Act 5 of Julius Caesar takes place in a tent on the battlefield. Brutus is alone, and he is visited by the ghost of Caesar. The ghost tells Brutus that they will meet again at Philippi, and that he will be there to take revenge on Brutus for his betrayal. Brutus is shaken by the appearance of the ghost, and he calls for his servants. They come in and ask him what is wrong, but he tells them that nothing is the matter.

Brutus is then visited by Cassius, who tells him that the battle is going well and that they are winning. However, Cassius is troubled by some news that he has received. He tells Brutus that their soldiers are being killed, even though they are not fighting. He believes that this is a bad omen, and that they are going to lose the battle.

Brutus tries to reassure Cassius that they will win, but he is clearly worried. He tells Cassius that they should not give up hope, and that they must fight to the end. Cassius agrees, and they make a plan to attack the enemy's camp that night.

The scene ends with Brutus reflecting on the ghost of Caesar, and what it means for his future. He is clearly troubled by the appearance of the ghost, and he wonders if it is a sign that he is going to lose the battle. However, he remains determined to fight, and he tells himself that he will do whatever it takes to win.

Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS

O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
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Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
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This ensign here of mine was turning back;
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I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
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O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
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Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
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Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil,
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Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
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Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
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Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord
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Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
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This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;
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Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
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They are, my lord.
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Titinius, if thou lovest me,
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Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
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Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
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And here again; that I may rest assured
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Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
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I will be here again, even with a thought.
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Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
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My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
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And tell me what thou notest about the field.
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This day I breathed first: time is come round,
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And where I did begin, there shall I end;
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My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
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(Above) O my lord!
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What news?
Link: 5.3.28

(Above) Titinius is enclosed round about
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With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
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Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
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Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
Link: 5.3.32
He's ta'en.
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And, hark! they shout for joy.
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Come down, behold no more.
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O, coward that I am, to live so long,
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To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
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Come hither, sirrah:
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In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
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And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
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That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
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Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;
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Now be a freeman: and with this good sword,
Link: 5.3.43
That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
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Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
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And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
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Guide thou the sword.
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Caesar, thou art revenged,
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Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
Link: 5.3.49


So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
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Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,
Link: 5.3.51
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
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Where never Roman shall take note of him.
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It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Link: 5.3.54
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
Link: 5.3.55
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Link: 5.3.56

These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Link: 5.3.57

Where did you leave him?
Link: 5.3.58

All disconsolate,
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With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
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Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
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He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Link: 5.3.62

Is not that he?
Link: 5.3.63

No, this was he, Messala,
Link: 5.3.64
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
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As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
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So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
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The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
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Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
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Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
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Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
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O hateful error, melancholy's child,
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Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
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The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
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Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
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But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!
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What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
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Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
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The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
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Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
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For piercing steel and darts envenomed
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Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
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As tidings of this sight.
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Hie you, Messala,
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And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
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Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
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Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
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Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
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And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
Link: 5.3.89
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing!
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But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
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Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Link: 5.3.92
Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
Link: 5.3.93
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
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By your leave, gods:--this is a Roman's part
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Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
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Kills himself


Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Link: 5.3.97

Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
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Titinius' face is upward.
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He is slain.
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O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
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Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
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In our own proper entrails.
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Low alarums

Brave Titinius!
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Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
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Are yet two Romans living such as these?
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The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
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It is impossible that ever Rome
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Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
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To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
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I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
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Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:
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His funerals shall not be in our camp,
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Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
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And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
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Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:
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'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
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We shall try fortune in a second fight.
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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

Scene 4 of Act 5 of Julius Caesar is a pivotal moment in the play where the audience witnesses the tragic downfall of the main character. In this scene, the leader of the conspirators, Brutus, is preparing for battle against the forces of Mark Antony and Octavius. He is confident in his decision to kill Caesar for the good of Rome and believes that he will be successful in this final battle.

However, as the battle ensues and it becomes clear that the conspirators are losing, Brutus realizes that his fate is sealed. He orders his loyal servant to hold his sword while he runs onto it, ending his own life. This act of self-sacrifice is seen as a noble one by the other characters in the play, but it ultimately results in the downfall of the conspirators and the rise of a new, more powerful leader in Octavius.

The scene is a poignant one, as it highlights the tragic consequences of political ambition and the danger of taking matters into one's own hands. It also serves as a reminder of the fragility of human life and the importance of making wise decisions in the face of adversity.

Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others

Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
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What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
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I will proclaim my name about the field:
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I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Link: 5.4.4
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
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I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Link: 5.4.6

And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
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Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
Link: 5.4.8


O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
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Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
Link: 5.4.10
And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
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First Soldier
Yield, or thou diest.
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Only I yield to die:
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There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
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Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
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First Soldier
We must not. A noble prisoner!
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Second Soldier
Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
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First Soldier
I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.
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Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Link: 5.4.19

Where is he?
Link: 5.4.20

Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
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I dare assure thee that no enemy
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Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
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The gods defend him from so great a shame!
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When you do find him, or alive or dead,
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He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
Link: 5.4.26

This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
Link: 5.4.27
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe;
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Give him all kindness: I had rather have
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Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
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And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
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And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
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How every thing is chanced.
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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

In Scene 5 of Act 5, a group of soldiers are discussing the events that have just taken place. They mention that Brutus and Cassius have both died and that Antony and Octavius are now in control. One soldier declares that he is going to kill himself, as he cannot bear to live in a world where those who are noble and just are punished while those who are corrupt and unjust prosper.

Another soldier tries to convince him to stay alive and fight for a better world. He argues that even though things may seem bleak now, there is always hope for change and that they can still make a difference. The first soldier is moved by his friend's words and agrees to stay alive and fight for a better future.

The soldiers then hear someone approaching and prepare to defend themselves, but it turns out to be Antony and Octavius. The two leaders enter and survey the scene, noting the dead bodies and the chaos that has ensued. They discuss the aftermath of the battle and what they need to do to restore order to Rome.

At the end of the scene, Octavius orders that Brutus be given a proper burial, despite the fact that he was his enemy. He acknowledges that Brutus was a noble and honorable man, and that even though they were on opposite sides, he deserves to be remembered with respect. The play ends with the soldiers marching off, prepared to face whatever challenges may lie ahead.


Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
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Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
Link: 5.5.2
He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
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Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
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It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
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What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
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Peace then! no words.
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I'll rather kill myself.
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Hark thee, Dardanius.
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Shall I do such a deed?
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O Dardanius!
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O Clitus!
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What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
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To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
Link: 5.5.14

Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
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That it runs over even at his eyes.
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Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
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What says my lord?
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Why, this, Volumnius:
Link: 5.5.19
The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
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Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
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And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
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I know my hour is come.
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Not so, my lord.
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Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
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Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
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Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
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It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
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Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
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Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
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Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
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Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
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That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
Link: 5.5.33

Alarum still

Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
Link: 5.5.34

Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
Link: 5.5.35
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Link: 5.5.36
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
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My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
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I found no man but he was true to me.
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I shall have glory by this losing day
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More than Octavius and Mark Antony
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By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
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So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
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Hath almost ended his life's history:
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Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
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That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
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Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'

Fly, my lord, fly.
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Hence! I will follow.
Link: 5.5.48
I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Link: 5.5.49
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
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Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
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Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
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While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
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Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.
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Farewell, good Strato.
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Caesar, now be still:
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I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
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Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army

What man is that?
Link: 5.5.58

My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?
Link: 5.5.59

Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
Link: 5.5.60
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
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For Brutus only overcame himself,
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And no man else hath honour by his death.
Link: 5.5.63

So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
Link: 5.5.64
That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
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All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
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Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Link: 5.5.67

Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
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Do so, good Messala.
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How died my master, Strato?
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I held the sword, and he did run on it.
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Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
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That did the latest service to my master.
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This was the noblest Roman of them all:
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All the conspirators save only he
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Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
Link: 5.5.76
He only, in a general honest thought
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And common good to all, made one of them.
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His life was gentle, and the elements
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So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
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And say to all the world 'This was a man!'
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According to his virtue let us use him,
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With all respect and rites of burial.
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Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
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Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
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So call the field to rest; and let's away,
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To part the glories of this happy day.
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