We both have fed as well, and we can both Think of this life but, for my single self, The name of honour more than I fear death.ĬASSIUS I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,Īs well as I do know your outward favour. Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, Then must I think you would not have it so.īRUTUS I would not, Cassius yet I love him well.īut wherefore do you hold me here so long? That of yourself which you yet know not of.įlourish, and shout BRUTUS What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.īRUTUS Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,ĬASSIUS Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:Īnd since you know you cannot see yourself I have heard,Įxcept immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus That you have no such mirrors as will turn Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?īRUTUS No, Cassius for the eye sees not itself, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,ĬASSIUS Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion īy means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors īut let not therefore my good friends be grieved-Īmong which number, Cassius, be you one. Of late with passions of some difference, You bear too stubborn and too strange a handīe not deceived: if I have veil'd my look, I have not from your eyes that gentleness Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ĬASSIUS Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS CASSIUS Will you go see the order of the course?īRUTUS I am not gamesome: I do lack some part I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,Ĭry 'Caesar!' Speak Caesar is turn'd to hear.īRUTUS A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.ĬAESAR Set him before me let me see his face.ĬASSIUS Fellow, come from the throng look upon Caesar.ĬAESAR What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.ĬAESAR He is a dreamer let us leave him: pass. When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.ĬAESAR Set on and leave no ceremony out.ĬASCA Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!ĬAESAR Who is it in the press that calls on me? Enter CAESAR ANTONY, for the course CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer CAESAR Calpurnia!ĬAESAR Stand you directly in Antonius' way,ĬAESAR Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Who else would soar above the view of menįlourish. These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing So do you too, where you perceive them thick. I'll about,Īnd drive away the vulgar from the streets: If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.īe hung with Caesar's trophies. Go you down that way towards the Capitol They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. That needs must light on this ingratitude.įLAVIUS Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,ĭraw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tearsĮxeunt all the Commoners See whether their basest metal be not moved Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: The livelong day, with patient expectation, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? MARULLUS Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? To see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. Second Commoner Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.įLAVIUS But wherefore art not in thy shop today? To old shoes when they are in great danger, I Meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's Second Commoner Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I MARULLUS What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow! Second Commoner Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, MARULLUS What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? Second Commoner A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safeĬonscience which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. MARULLUS But what trade art thou? answer me directly. Second Commoner Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, MARULLUS Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners FLAVIUS Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:
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