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- Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? - Speak, hands, for me!
CAESAR (BIDEN) BRUTUS (DEMOCRATS)
I an itching palm!
Else shall you not have any hand at all about his funeral,
as fire drives out fire, so pity, pity, hath done this deed on Caesar.
And every one doth wish you had but that opinion of yourself
Set on and leave no ceremony out!
shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, most noble in the presence of thy corse?
That is enough to satisfy the senate.
Let each man render me his bloody hand.
and peep about to find ourselves dishonorable graves.
- Who offered him the crown? - Why, Antony.
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe.
Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
should so get the start of the majestic world
Is it possible?
And, to speak truth of Caesar,
Now be a freeman,
Beware the ides of March.
Your voice shall be as strong as any man's in the disposing of new dignities.
When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
that should move the stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go!
and be resolved how Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors,
It is true, this god did shake. His coward lips did from their color fly,
And for mine own part I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips
Look you, Cassius, the angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
Speak no more of her.
These growing feathers, plucked from Caesar's wing,
should bear its comment.
- Then leave him out. - Indeed, he is not fit.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep.
he says he does, being then most flattered.
Friends am I with you all and love you all.
He greets me well.
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness!
Good morrow, Casca.
while I do run upon it.
I fear we are too bold upon your rest.
Decius Brutus loves thee not. Thou has wronged Caius Ligarius.
and those sparks of life that should be in a Roman
- Did I say better? - If you did, I care not.
Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run, as it were doomsday!
We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony!
- My lord! - Sirrah, what news?
All pity choked with custom of fell deed.
beside themselves with fear.
to dare the vile contagion of the night, and add unto his sickness?
No man bears sorrow better.
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel.
That by prescription and bills of outlawry,
Awake and see thyself.
And as I told you, he put it by once, but, for all that, to my thinking,
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned
and for my sake, stay here with Antony.
to grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
Stand not to answer. Take thou the hilts.
among which number, Cassius, be you one.
This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
But are not some whole but we must make sick?
Look you here.
like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, and graze in common.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood.
If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
Say I feared Caesar, honored him and loved him.
Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!
how covert matters may be best disclosed
save I alone, till Antony hath spoke.
Now, good Metellus, go along by him.
I will myself into the pulpit first, and show the reason of our Caesar's death.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say,
and dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
- None! - None!
Let me work, and I will bring him to the Capitol.
Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
great Rome shall suck reviving blood,
but love from us, let us not wrangle.
and the man entire upon the next encounter yields him ours.
If he love Caesar, all that he can do is to himself.
Grant that, and then is death a benefit.
O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might have stood against the world.
Schedule (BRE)
Yon gray lines that fret the clouds are messengers of day.
had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
so vile a thing as Caesar.
Et tu, Michael?
Give me thy hand, Messala.
I come to bury Butler, not to praise him
Another general shout.
which, hatched, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
See. Antony, that revels long o' nights is notwithstanding up.
For mine's a suit that touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar.
- We will be revenged! - Let not a traitor live!
I know my hour is come.
O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
that will be thawed from the true quality by that which melteth fools.
And from henceforth, when you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
but will follow the fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
which, by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of.
What trash is Rome, what rubbish and what offal,
it seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
Lest that the people, rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
Chastisement!
I come to bury Ruby Gems, not to praise them!
See where their basest metal be not moved.
it will inflame you, it will make you mad.