Speeches (Lines) for Cassius in "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar"

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1 I / 2
  • Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
  • Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
  • Caesar. Set him before me; let me see his face.

    Cassius. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

2 I / 2
  • Will you go see the order of the course?
  • Will you go see the order of the course?
  • Caesar. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

    Cassius. Will you go see the order of the course?

3 I / 2
  • I pray you, do.
  • I pray you, do.
  • Brutus. Not I.

    Cassius. I pray you, do.

4 I / 2
  • Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
    I have not from your eyes that gentlen...
  • Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
    I have not from your eyes that gentleness
    And show of love as I was wont to have:
    You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
    Over your friend that loves you.
  • Brutus. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
    Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
    Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
    I'll leave you.

    Cassius. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
    I have not from your eyes that gentleness
    And show of love as I was wont to have:
    You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
    Over your friend that loves you.

5 I / 2
  • Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
    By means whereof this breast...
  • Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
    By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
    Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
    Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
  • Brutus. Cassius,
    Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
    I turn the trouble of my countenance
    Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
    Of late with passions of some difference,
    Conceptions only proper to myself,
    Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
    But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--
    Among which number, Cassius, be you one--
    Nor construe any further my neglect,
    Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
    Forgets the shows of love to other men.

    Cassius. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
    By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
    Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
    Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

6 I / 2
  • 'Tis just:
    And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
    That you have no such m...
  • 'Tis just:
    And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
    That you have no such mirrors as will turn
    Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
    That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
    Where many of the best respect in Rome,
    Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
    And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
    Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
  • Brutus. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
    But by reflection, by some other things.

    Cassius. 'Tis just:
    And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
    That you have no such mirrors as will turn
    Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
    That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
    Where many of the best respect in Rome,
    Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
    And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
    Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

7 I / 2
  • Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
    And since you know you cannot s...
  • Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
    And since you know you cannot see yourself
    So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
    Will modestly discover to yourself
    That of yourself which you yet know not of.
    And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
    Were I a common laugher, or did use
    To stale with ordinary oaths my love
    To every new protester; if you know
    That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
    And after scandal them, or if you know
    That I profess myself in banqueting
    To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
  • Brutus. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
    That you would have me seek into myself
    For that which is not in me?

    Cassius. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
    And since you know you cannot see yourself
    So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
    Will modestly discover to yourself
    That of yourself which you yet know not of.
    And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
    Were I a common laugher, or did use
    To stale with ordinary oaths my love
    To every new protester; if you know
    That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
    And after scandal them, or if you know
    That I profess myself in banqueting
    To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

8 I / 2
  • Ay, do you fear it?
    Then must I think you would not have it so.
  • Ay, do you fear it?
    Then must I think you would not have it so.
  • Brutus. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
    Choose Caesar for their king.

    Cassius. Ay, do you fear it?
    Then must I think you would not have it so.

9 I / 2
  • I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
    As well as I do know your outward f...
  • I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
    As well as I do know your outward favour.
    Well, honour is the subject of my story.
    I cannot tell what you and other men
    Think of this life; but, for my single self,
    I had as lief not be as live to be
    In awe of such a thing as I myself.
    I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
    We both have fed as well, and we can both
    Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
    For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
    The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
    Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
    Leap in with me into this angry flood,
    And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
    Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
    And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
    The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
    With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
    And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
    But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
    Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
    I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
    Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
    The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
    Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
    Is now become a god, and Cassius is
    A wretched creature and must bend his body,
    If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
    He had a fever when he was in Spain,
    And when the fit was on him, I did mark
    How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;
    His coward lips did from their colour fly,
    And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
    Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
    Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
    Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
    Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Tintinius,'
    As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
    A man of such a feeble temper should
    So get the start of the majestic world
    And bear the palm alone.
  • Brutus. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
    But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
    What is it that you would impart to me?
    If it be aught toward the general good,
    Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
    And I will look on both indifferently,
    For let the gods so speed me as I love
    The name of honour more than I fear death.

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

10 I / 2
  • Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
    Like a Colossus, and we petty me...
  • Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
    Like a Colossus, and we petty men
    Walk under his huge legs and peep about
    To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
    Men at some time are masters of their fates:
    The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
    But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
    Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
    Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
    Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
    Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
    Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
    Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
    Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
    Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
    That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
    Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
    When went there by an age, since the great flood,
    But it was famed with more than with one man?
    When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
    That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
    Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
    When there is in it but one only man.
    O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
    There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
    The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
    As easily as a king.
  • Brutus. Another general shout!
    I do believe that these applauses are
    For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.

    Cassius. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
    Like a Colossus, and we petty men
    Walk under his huge legs and peep about
    To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
    Men at some time are masters of their fates:
    The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
    But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
    Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
    Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
    Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
    Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
    Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
    Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
    Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
    Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
    That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
    Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
    When went there by an age, since the great flood,
    But it was famed with more than with one man?
    When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
    That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
    Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
    When there is in it but one only man.
    O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
    There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
    The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
    As easily as a king.

11 I / 2
  • I am glad that my weak words
    Have struck but thus much show of fire from Bru...
  • I am glad that my weak words
    Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
  • Brutus. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
    What you would work me to, I have some aim:
    How I have thought of this and of these times,
    I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
    I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
    Be any further moved. What you have said
    I will consider; what you have to say
    I will with patience hear, and find a time
    Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
    Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
    Brutus had rather be a villager
    Than to repute himself a son of Rome
    Under these hard conditions as this time
    Is like to lay upon us.

    Cassius. I am glad that my weak words
    Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

12 I / 2
  • As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
    And he will, after his sour fash...
  • As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
    And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
    What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
  • Brutus. The games are done and Caesar is returning.

    Cassius. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
    And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
    What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.

13 I / 2
  • Casca will tell us what the matter is.
  • Casca will tell us what the matter is.
  • Brutus. I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,
    The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
    And all the rest look like a chidden train:
    Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
    Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
    As we have seen him in the Capitol,
    Being cross'd in conference by some senators.

    Cassius. Casca will tell us what the matter is.

14 I / 2
  • They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
  • They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
  • Casca. Why, for that too.

    Cassius. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?

15 I / 2
  • Who offered him the crown?
  • Who offered him the crown?
  • Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
    time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
    mine honest neighbours shouted.

    Cassius. Who offered him the crown?

16 I / 2
  • But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?
  • But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?
  • Casca. I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:
    it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark
    Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown
    neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told
    you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my
    thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he
    offered it to him again; then he put it by again:
    but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his
    fingers off it. And then he offered it the third
    time; he put it the third time by: and still as he
    refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their
    chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps
    and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because
    Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked
    Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and
    for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
    opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

    Cassius. But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?

17 I / 2
  • No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
    And honest Casca, we have the falling...
  • No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
    And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
  • Brutus. 'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.

    Cassius. No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
    And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

18 I / 2
  • Did Cicero say any thing?
  • Did Cicero say any thing?
  • Casca. Ay.

    Cassius. Did Cicero say any thing?

19 I / 2
  • To what effect?
  • To what effect?
  • Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.

    Cassius. To what effect?

20 I / 2
  • Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
  • Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
  • Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the
    face again: but those that understood him smiled at
    one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own
    part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
    news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs
    off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you
    well. There was more foolery yet, if I could
    remember it.

    Cassius. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?

21 I / 2
  • Will you dine with me to-morrow?
  • Will you dine with me to-morrow?
  • Casca. No, I am promised forth.

    Cassius. Will you dine with me to-morrow?

22 I / 2
  • Good: I will expect you.
  • Good: I will expect you.
  • Casca. Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner
    worth the eating.

    Cassius. Good: I will expect you.

23 I / 2
  • So is he now in execution
    Of any bold or noble enterprise,
    However he pu...
  • So is he now in execution
    Of any bold or noble enterprise,
    However he puts on this tardy form.
    This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
    Which gives men stomach to digest his words
    With better appetite.
  • Brutus. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
    He was quick mettle when he went to school.

    Cassius. So is he now in execution
    Of any bold or noble enterprise,
    However he puts on this tardy form.
    This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
    Which gives men stomach to digest his words
    With better appetite.

24 I / 2
  • I will do so: till then, think of the world.
    [Exit BRUTUS]
    Well, Brutus,...
  • I will do so: till then, think of the world.
    [Exit BRUTUS]
    Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
    Thy honourable metal may be wrought
    From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
    That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
    For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
    Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:
    If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
    He should not humour me. I will this night,
    In several hands, in at his windows throw,
    As if they came from several citizens,
    Writings all tending to the great opinion
    That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
    Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
    And after this let Caesar seat him sure;
    For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
  • Brutus. And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
    To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
    I will come home to you; or, if you will,
    Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

    Cassius. I will do so: till then, think of the world.
    [Exit BRUTUS]
    Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
    Thy honourable metal may be wrought
    From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
    That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
    For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
    Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:
    If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
    He should not humour me. I will this night,
    In several hands, in at his windows throw,
    As if they came from several citizens,
    Writings all tending to the great opinion
    That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
    Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
    And after this let Caesar seat him sure;
    For we will shake him, or worse days endure.

25 I / 3
  • Who's there?
  • Who's there?
  • Casca. Farewell, Cicero.

    Cassius. Who's there?

26 I / 3
  • Casca, by your voice.
  • Casca, by your voice.
  • Casca. A Roman.

    Cassius. Casca, by your voice.

27 I / 3
  • A very pleasing night to honest men.
  • A very pleasing night to honest men.
  • Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!

    Cassius. A very pleasing night to honest men.

28 I / 3
  • Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
    For my part, I have walk'...
  • Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
    For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
    Submitting me unto the perilous night,
    And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
    Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
    And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
    The breast of heaven, I did present myself
    Even in the aim and very flash of it.
  • Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

    Cassius. Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
    For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
    Submitting me unto the perilous night,
    And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
    Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
    And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
    The breast of heaven, I did present myself
    Even in the aim and very flash of it.

29 I / 3
  • You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
    That should be in a Roman you...
  • You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
    That should be in a Roman you do want,
    Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze
    And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
    To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
    But if you would consider the true cause
    Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
    Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
    Why old men fool and children calculate,
    Why all these things change from their ordinance
    Their natures and preformed faculties
    To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find
    That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
    To make them instruments of fear and warning
    Unto some monstrous state.
    Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
    Most like this dreadful night,
    That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
    As doth the lion in the Capitol,
    A man no mightier than thyself or me
    In personal action, yet prodigious grown
    And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
  • Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
    It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
    When the most mighty gods by tokens send
    Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

    Cassius. You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
    That should be in a Roman you do want,
    Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze
    And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
    To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
    But if you would consider the true cause
    Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
    Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
    Why old men fool and children calculate,
    Why all these things change from their ordinance
    Their natures and preformed faculties
    To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find
    That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
    To make them instruments of fear and warning
    Unto some monstrous state.
    Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
    Most like this dreadful night,
    That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
    As doth the lion in the Capitol,
    A man no mightier than thyself or me
    In personal action, yet prodigious grown
    And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

30 I / 3
  • Let it be who it is: for Romans now
    Have thews and limbs like to their ances...
  • Let it be who it is: for Romans now
    Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
    But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
    And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
    Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
  • Casca. 'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?

    Cassius. Let it be who it is: for Romans now
    Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
    But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
    And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
    Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

31 I / 3
  • I know where I will wear this dagger then;
    Cassius from bondage will deliver...
  • I know where I will wear this dagger then;
    Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:
    Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
    Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
    Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
    Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
    Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
    But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
    Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
    If I know this, know all the world besides,
    That part of tyranny that I do bear
    I can shake off at pleasure.
  • Casca. Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow
    Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
    And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
    In every place, save here in Italy.

    Cassius. I know where I will wear this dagger then;
    Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:
    Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
    Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
    Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
    Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
    Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
    But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
    Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
    If I know this, know all the world besides,
    That part of tyranny that I do bear
    I can shake off at pleasure.

32 I / 3
  • And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
    Poor man! I know he would not be a w...
  • And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
    Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
    But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
    He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
    Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
    Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
    What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
    For the base matter to illuminate
    So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
    Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
    Before a willing bondman; then I know
    My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,
    And dangers are to me indifferent.
  • Casca. So can I:
    So every bondman in his own hand bears
    The power to cancel his captivity.

    Cassius. And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
    Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
    But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
    He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
    Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
    Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
    What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
    For the base matter to illuminate
    So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
    Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
    Before a willing bondman; then I know
    My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,
    And dangers are to me indifferent.

33 I / 3
  • There's a bargain made.
    Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
    Some c...
  • There's a bargain made.
    Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
    Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
    To undergo with me an enterprise
    Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
    And I do know, by this, they stay for me
    In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
    There is no stir or walking in the streets;
    And the complexion of the element
    In favour's like the work we have in hand,
    Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
  • Casca. You speak to Casca, and to such a man
    That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:
    Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
    And I will set this foot of mine as far
    As who goes farthest.

    Cassius. There's a bargain made.
    Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
    Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
    To undergo with me an enterprise
    Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
    And I do know, by this, they stay for me
    In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
    There is no stir or walking in the streets;
    And the complexion of the element
    In favour's like the work we have in hand,
    Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

34 I / 3
  • 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
    He is a friend.
    [Enter CINNA]
  • 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
    He is a friend.
    [Enter CINNA]
    Cinna, where haste you so?
  • Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.

    Cassius. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
    He is a friend.
    [Enter CINNA]
    Cinna, where haste you so?

35 I / 3
  • No, it is Casca; one incorporate
    To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna...
  • No, it is Casca; one incorporate
    To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
  • Cinna. To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?

    Cassius. No, it is Casca; one incorporate
    To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?

36 I / 3
  • Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
  • Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
  • Cinna. I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this!
    There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.

    Cassius. Am I not stay'd for? tell me.

37 I / 3
  • Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,
    And look you lay it in the prae...
  • Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,
    And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
    Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
    In at his window; set this up with wax
    Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
    Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
    Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
  • Cinna. Yes, you are.
    O Cassius, if you could
    But win the noble Brutus to our party--

    Cassius. Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,
    And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
    Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
    In at his window; set this up with wax
    Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
    Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
    Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?

38 I / 3
  • That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
    [Exit CINNA]
    Come, Casca, you and...
  • That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
    [Exit CINNA]
    Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
    See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
    Is ours already, and the man entire
    Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
  • Cinna. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
    To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
    And so bestow these papers as you bade me.

    Cassius. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
    [Exit CINNA]
    Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
    See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
    Is ours already, and the man entire
    Upon the next encounter yields him ours.

39 I / 3
  • Him and his worth and our great need of him
    You have right well conceited. L...
  • Him and his worth and our great need of him
    You have right well conceited. Let us go,
    For it is after midnight; and ere day
    We will awake him and be sure of him.
  • Casca. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:
    And that which would appear offence in us,
    His countenance, like richest alchemy,
    Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

    Cassius. Him and his worth and our great need of him
    You have right well conceited. Let us go,
    For it is after midnight; and ere day
    We will awake him and be sure of him.

40 II / 1
  • I think we are too bold upon your rest:
    Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble y...
  • I think we are too bold upon your rest:
    Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?
  • Brutus. Let 'em enter.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    They are the faction. O conspiracy,
    Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
    When evils are most free? O, then by day
    Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
    To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;
    Hide it in smiles and affability:
    For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
    Not Erebus itself were dim enough
    To hide thee from prevention.
    [Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS
    BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS]

    Cassius. I think we are too bold upon your rest:
    Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?

41 II / 1
  • Yes, every man of them, and no man here
    But honours you; and every one doth...
  • Yes, every man of them, and no man here
    But honours you; and every one doth wish
    You had but that opinion of yourself
    Which every noble Roman bears of you.
    This is Trebonius.
  • Brutus. I have been up this hour, awake all night.
    Know I these men that come along with you?

    Cassius. Yes, every man of them, and no man here
    But honours you; and every one doth wish
    You had but that opinion of yourself
    Which every noble Roman bears of you.
    This is Trebonius.

42 II / 1
  • This, Decius Brutus.
  • This, Decius Brutus.
  • Brutus. He is welcome hither.

    Cassius. This, Decius Brutus.

43 II / 1
  • This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
  • This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
  • Brutus. He is welcome too.

    Cassius. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.

44 II / 1
  • Shall I entreat a word?
  • Shall I entreat a word?
  • Brutus. They are all welcome.
    What watchful cares do interpose themselves
    Betwixt your eyes and night?

    Cassius. Shall I entreat a word?

45 II / 1
  • And let us swear our resolution.
  • And let us swear our resolution.
  • Brutus. Give me your hands all over, one by one.

    Cassius. And let us swear our resolution.

46 II / 1
  • But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
    I think he will stand very strong wi...
  • But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
    I think he will stand very strong with us.
  • Brutus. No, not an oath: if not the face of men,
    The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,--
    If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
    And every man hence to his idle bed;
    So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
    Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
    As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
    To kindle cowards and to steel with valour
    The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
    What need we any spur but our own cause,
    To prick us to redress? what other bond
    Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
    And will not palter? and what other oath
    Than honesty to honesty engaged,
    That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
    Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
    Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls
    That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
    Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
    The even virtue of our enterprise,
    Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
    To think that or our cause or our performance
    Did need an oath; when every drop of blood
    That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
    Is guilty of a several bastardy,
    If he do break the smallest particle
    Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.

    Cassius. But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
    I think he will stand very strong with us.

47 II / 1
  • Then leave him out.
  • Then leave him out.
  • Brutus. O, name him not: let us not break with him;
    For he will never follow any thing
    That other men begin.

    Cassius. Then leave him out.

48 II / 1
  • Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
    Mark Antony, so well beloved of...
  • Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
    Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
    Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him
    A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
    If he improve them, may well stretch so far
    As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
    Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
  • Decius Brutus. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?

    Cassius. Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
    Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
    Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him
    A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
    If he improve them, may well stretch so far
    As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
    Let Antony and Caesar fall together.

49 II / 1
  • Yet I fear him;
    For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--
  • Yet I fear him;
    For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--
  • Brutus. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
    To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
    Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
    For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:
    Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
    We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;
    And in the spirit of men there is no blood:
    O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
    And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
    Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
    Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
    Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
    Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
    And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
    Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
    And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
    Our purpose necessary and not envious:
    Which so appearing to the common eyes,
    We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
    And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
    For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
    When Caesar's head is off.

    Cassius. Yet I fear him;
    For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--

50 II / 1
  • The clock hath stricken three.
  • The clock hath stricken three.
  • Brutus. Peace! count the clock.

    Cassius. The clock hath stricken three.

51 II / 1
  • But it is doubtful yet,
    Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no;
    Fo...
  • But it is doubtful yet,
    Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no;
    For he is superstitious grown of late,
    Quite from the main opinion he held once
    Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies:
    It may be, these apparent prodigies,
    The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
    And the persuasion of his augurers,
    May hold him from the Capitol to-day.
  • Trebonius. 'Tis time to part.

    Cassius. But it is doubtful yet,
    Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no;
    For he is superstitious grown of late,
    Quite from the main opinion he held once
    Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies:
    It may be, these apparent prodigies,
    The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
    And the persuasion of his augurers,
    May hold him from the Capitol to-day.

52 II / 1
  • Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
  • Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
  • Decius Brutus. Never fear that: if he be so resolved,
    I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear
    That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
    And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
    Lions with toils and men with flatterers;
    But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
    He says he does, being then most flattered.
    Let me work;
    For I can give his humour the true bent,
    And I will bring him to the Capitol.

    Cassius. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.

53 II / 1
  • The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
    And, friends, disperse y...
  • The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
    And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
    What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
  • Brutus. Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
    He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
    Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

    Cassius. The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
    And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
    What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.

54 III / 1
  • What, urge you your petitions in the street?
    Come to the Capitol.
    [CAE...
  • What, urge you your petitions in the street?
    Come to the Capitol.
    [CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest
    following]
  • Publius. Sirrah, give place.

    Cassius. What, urge you your petitions in the street?
    Come to the Capitol.
    [CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest
    following]

55 III / 1
  • What enterprise, Popilius?
  • What enterprise, Popilius?
  • Popilius. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.

    Cassius. What enterprise, Popilius?

56 III / 1
  • He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
    I fear our purpose is discover...
  • He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
    I fear our purpose is discovered.
  • Brutus. What said Popilius Lena?

    Cassius. He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
    I fear our purpose is discovered.

57 III / 1
  • Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
    Brutus, what shall be done? If thi...
  • Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
    Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
    Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
    For I will slay myself.
  • Brutus. Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

    Cassius. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
    Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
    Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
    For I will slay myself.

58 III / 1
  • Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
    He draws Mark Antony out of...
  • Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
    He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
  • Brutus. Cassius, be constant:
    Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
    For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

    Cassius. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
    He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

59 III / 1
  • Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
    As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
  • Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
    As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
    To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
  • Caesar. What, Brutus!

    Cassius. Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
    As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
    To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

60 III / 1
  • I could be well moved, if I were as you:
    If I could pray to move, prayers wo...
  • I could be well moved, if I were as you:
    If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
    But I am constant as the northern star,
    Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
    There is no fellow in the firmament.
    The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
    They are all fire and every one doth shine,
    But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
    So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,
    And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
    Yet in the number I do know but one
    That unassailable holds on his rank,
    Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
    Let me a little show it, even in this;
    That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
    And constant do remain to keep him so.
  • Cassius. Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
    As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
    To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

    Cassius. I could be well moved, if I were as you:
    If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
    But I am constant as the northern star,
    Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
    There is no fellow in the firmament.
    The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
    They are all fire and every one doth shine,
    But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
    So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,
    And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
    Yet in the number I do know but one
    That unassailable holds on his rank,
    Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
    Let me a little show it, even in this;
    That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
    And constant do remain to keep him so.

61 III / 1
  • Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
    'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchiseme...
  • Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
    'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'
  • Cinna. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
    Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

    Cassius. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
    'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'

62 III / 1
  • And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
    Rushing on us, should do your a...
  • And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
    Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
  • Brutus. Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
    There is no harm intended to your person,
    Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.

    Cassius. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
    Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.

63 III / 1
  • Where is Antony?
  • Where is Antony?
  • Brutus. Do so: and let no man abide this deed,
    But we the doers.

    Cassius. Where is Antony?

64 III / 1
  • Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
    Cuts off so many years of fearing...
  • Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
    Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
  • Brutus. Fates, we will know your pleasures:
    That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
    And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

    Cassius. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
    Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

65 III / 1
  • Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
    Shall this our lofty scene be act...
  • Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
    Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
    In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
  • Brutus. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
    So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
    His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
    And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
    Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
    Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
    And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
    Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'

    Cassius. Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
    Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
    In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

66 III / 1
  • So oft as that shall be,
    So often shall the knot of us be call'd
    The men...
  • So oft as that shall be,
    So often shall the knot of us be call'd
    The men that gave their country liberty.
  • Brutus. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
    That now on Pompey's basis lies along
    No worthier than the dust!

    Cassius. So oft as that shall be,
    So often shall the knot of us be call'd
    The men that gave their country liberty.

67 III / 1
  • Ay, every man away:
    Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
    With...
  • Ay, every man away:
    Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
    With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
  • Decius Brutus. What, shall we forth?

    Cassius. Ay, every man away:
    Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
    With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

68 III / 1
  • I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
    That fears him much; and my misgiving s...
  • I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
    That fears him much; and my misgiving still
    Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
  • Brutus. I know that we shall have him well to friend.

    Cassius. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
    That fears him much; and my misgiving still
    Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

69 III / 1
  • Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
    In the disposing of new dignities...
  • Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
    In the disposing of new dignities.
  • Brutus. O Antony, beg not your death of us.
    Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
    As, by our hands and this our present act,
    You see we do, yet see you but our hands
    And this the bleeding business they have done:
    Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
    And pity to the general wrong of Rome--
    As fire drives out fire, so pity pity--
    Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
    To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
    Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts
    Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
    With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

    Cassius. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
    In the disposing of new dignities.

70 III / 1
  • Mark Antony,--
  • Mark Antony,--
  • ANTONY. I doubt not of your wisdom.
    Let each man render me his bloody hand:
    First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
    Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
    Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;
    Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
    Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.
    Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say?
    My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
    That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
    Either a coward or a flatterer.
    That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
    If then thy spirit look upon us now,
    Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
    To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,
    Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
    Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
    Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
    Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
    It would become me better than to close
    In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
    Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;
    Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
    Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
    O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
    And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
    How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
    Dost thou here lie!

    Cassius. Mark Antony,--

71 III / 1
  • I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
    But what compact mean you to have wi...
  • I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
    But what compact mean you to have with us?
    Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
    Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
  • ANTONY. Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
    The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
    Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

    Cassius. I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
    But what compact mean you to have with us?
    Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
    Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

72 III / 1
  • Brutus, a word with you.
    [Aside to BRUTUS]
    You know not what you do: do...
  • Brutus, a word with you.
    [Aside to BRUTUS]
    You know not what you do: do not consent
    That Antony speak in his funeral:
    Know you how much the people may be moved
    By that which he will utter?
  • Brutus. You shall, Mark Antony.

    Cassius. Brutus, a word with you.
    [Aside to BRUTUS]
    You know not what you do: do not consent
    That Antony speak in his funeral:
    Know you how much the people may be moved
    By that which he will utter?

73 III / 1
  • I know not what may fall; I like it not.
  • I know not what may fall; I like it not.
  • Brutus. By your pardon;
    I will myself into the pulpit first,
    And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
    What Antony shall speak, I will protest
    He speaks by leave and by permission,
    And that we are contented Caesar shall
    Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
    It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

    Cassius. I know not what may fall; I like it not.

74 IV / 2
  • Stand, ho!
  • Stand, ho!
  • Brutus. Hark! he is arrived.
    [Low march within]
    March gently on to meet him.

    Cassius. Stand, ho!

75 IV / 2
  • Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
  • Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
  • Third Soldier. Stand!

    Cassius. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

76 IV / 2
  • Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
    And when you do them--
  • Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
    And when you do them--
  • Brutus. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
    And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

    Cassius. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
    And when you do them--

77 IV / 2
  • Pindarus,
    Bid our commanders lead their charges off
    A little from this g...
  • Pindarus,
    Bid our commanders lead their charges off
    A little from this ground.
  • Brutus. Cassius, be content.
    Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
    Before the eyes of both our armies here,
    Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
    Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
    Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
    And I will give you audience.

    Cassius. Pindarus,
    Bid our commanders lead their charges off
    A little from this ground.

78 IV / 3
  • That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
    You have condemn'd and noted L...
  • That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
    You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
    For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
    Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
    Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
  • Brutus. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
    Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
    Let Lucius and Tintinius guard our door.

    Cassius. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
    You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
    For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
    Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
    Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

79 IV / 3
  • In such a time as this it is not meet
    That every nice offence should bear hi...
  • In such a time as this it is not meet
    That every nice offence should bear his comment.
  • Brutus. You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

    Cassius. In such a time as this it is not meet
    That every nice offence should bear his comment.

80 IV / 3
  • I an itching palm!
    You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
    Or, by...
  • I an itching palm!
    You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
    Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
  • Brutus. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
    Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
    To sell and mart your offices for gold
    To undeservers.

    Cassius. I an itching palm!
    You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
    Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

81 IV / 3
  • Chastisement!
  • Chastisement!
  • Brutus. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
    And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

    Cassius. Chastisement!

82 IV / 3
  • Brutus, bay not me;
    I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
    To hedge me...
  • Brutus, bay not me;
    I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
    To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
    Older in practise, abler than yourself
    To make conditions.
  • Brutus. Remember March, the ides of March remember:
    Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
    What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
    And not for justice? What, shall one of us
    That struck the foremost man of all this world
    But for supporting robbers, shall we now
    Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
    And sell the mighty space of our large honours
    For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
    I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
    Than such a Roman.

    Cassius. Brutus, bay not me;
    I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
    To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
    Older in practise, abler than yourself
    To make conditions.

83 IV / 3
  • I am.
  • I am.
  • Brutus. Go to; you are not, Cassius.

    Cassius. I am.

84 IV / 3
  • Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
    Have mind upon your health, tempt me...
  • Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
    Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
  • Brutus. I say you are not.

    Cassius. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
    Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

85 IV / 3
  • Is't possible?
  • Is't possible?
  • Brutus. Away, slight man!

    Cassius. Is't possible?

86 IV / 3
  • O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
  • O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
  • Brutus. Hear me, for I will speak.
    Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
    Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

    Cassius. O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?

87 IV / 3
  • Is it come to this?
  • Is it come to this?
  • Brutus. All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
    Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
    And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
    Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
    Under your testy humour? By the gods
    You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
    Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
    I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
    When you are waspish.

    Cassius. Is it come to this?

88 IV / 3
  • You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
    I said, an elder soldier, not...
  • You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
    I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
    Did I say 'better'?
  • Brutus. You say you are a better soldier:
    Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
    And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
    I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

    Cassius. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
    I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
    Did I say 'better'?

89 IV / 3
  • When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
  • When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
  • Brutus. If you did, I care not.

    Cassius. When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.

90 IV / 3
  • I durst not!
  • I durst not!
  • Brutus. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.

    Cassius. I durst not!

91 IV / 3
  • What, durst not tempt him!
  • What, durst not tempt him!
  • Brutus. No.

    Cassius. What, durst not tempt him!

92 IV / 3
  • Do not presume too much upon my love;
    I may do that I shall be sorry for.
  • Do not presume too much upon my love;
    I may do that I shall be sorry for.
  • Brutus. For your life you durst not!

    Cassius. Do not presume too much upon my love;
    I may do that I shall be sorry for.

93 IV / 3
  • I denied you not.
  • I denied you not.
  • Brutus. You have done that you should be sorry for.
    There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
    For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
    That they pass by me as the idle wind,
    Which I respect not. I did send to you
    For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:
    For I can raise no money by vile means:
    By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
    And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
    From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
    By any indirection: I did send
    To you for gold to pay my legions,
    Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
    Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
    When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
    To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
    Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
    Dash him to pieces!

    Cassius. I denied you not.

94 IV / 3
  • I did not: he was but a fool that brought
    My answer back. Brutus hath rived...
  • I did not: he was but a fool that brought
    My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
    A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
    But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
  • Brutus. You did.

    Cassius. I did not: he was but a fool that brought
    My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
    A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
    But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

95 IV / 3
  • You love me not.
  • You love me not.
  • Brutus. I do not, till you practise them on me.

    Cassius. You love me not.

96 IV / 3
  • A friendly eye could never see such faults.
  • A friendly eye could never see such faults.
  • Brutus. I do not like your faults.

    Cassius. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

97 IV / 3
  • Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
    Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,...
  • Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
    Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
    For Cassius is aweary of the world;
    Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
    Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
    Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
    To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
    My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
    And here my naked breast; within, a heart
    Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
    If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
    I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
    Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
    When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
    Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
  • Brutus. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
    As huge as high Olympus.

    Cassius. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
    Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
    For Cassius is aweary of the world;
    Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
    Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
    Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
    To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
    My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
    And here my naked breast; within, a heart
    Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
    If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
    I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
    Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
    When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
    Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

98 IV / 3
  • Hath Cassius lived
    To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
    When grie...
  • Hath Cassius lived
    To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
    When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
  • Brutus. Sheathe your dagger:
    Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
    Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
    O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
    That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
    Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
    And straight is cold again.

    Cassius. Hath Cassius lived
    To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
    When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?

99 IV / 3
  • Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
  • Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
  • Brutus. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.

    Cassius. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

100 IV / 3
  • O Brutus!
  • O Brutus!
  • Brutus. And my heart too.

    Cassius. O Brutus!

101 IV / 3
  • Have not you love enough to bear with me,
    When that rash humour which my mot...
  • Have not you love enough to bear with me,
    When that rash humour which my mother gave me
    Makes me forgetful?
  • Brutus. What's the matter?

    Cassius. Have not you love enough to bear with me,
    When that rash humour which my mother gave me
    Makes me forgetful?

102 IV / 3
  • How now! what's the matter?
  • How now! what's the matter?
  • Poet. [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.

    Cassius. How now! what's the matter?

103 IV / 3
  • Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
  • Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
  • Poet. For shame, you generals! what do you mean?
    Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
    For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.

    Cassius. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!

104 IV / 3
  • Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
  • Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
  • Brutus. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

    Cassius. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.

105 IV / 3
  • Away, away, be gone.
  • Away, away, be gone.
  • Brutus. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
    What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
    Companion, hence!

    Cassius. Away, away, be gone.

106 IV / 3
  • And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
    Immediately to us.
  • And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
    Immediately to us.
  • Brutus. Lucilius and Tintinius, bid the commanders
    Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

    Cassius. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
    Immediately to us.

107 IV / 3
  • I did not think you could have been so angry.
  • I did not think you could have been so angry.
  • Brutus. Lucius, a bowl of wine!

    Cassius. I did not think you could have been so angry.

108 IV / 3
  • Of your philosophy you make no use,
    If you give place to accidental evils.
  • Of your philosophy you make no use,
    If you give place to accidental evils.
  • Brutus. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

    Cassius. Of your philosophy you make no use,
    If you give place to accidental evils.

109 IV / 3
  • Ha! Portia!
  • Ha! Portia!
  • Brutus. No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

    Cassius. Ha! Portia!

110 IV / 3
  • How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
    O insupportable and touching lo...
  • How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
    O insupportable and touching loss!
    Upon what sickness?
  • Brutus. She is dead.

    Cassius. How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
    O insupportable and touching loss!
    Upon what sickness?

111 IV / 3
  • And died so?
  • And died so?
  • Brutus. Impatient of my absence,
    And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
    Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death
    That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,
    And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

    Cassius. And died so?

112 IV / 3
  • O ye immortal gods!
  • O ye immortal gods!
  • Brutus. Even so.

    Cassius. O ye immortal gods!

113 IV / 3
  • My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
    Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'ers...
  • My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
    Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
    I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
  • Brutus. Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
    In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

    Cassius. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
    Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
    I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.

114 IV / 3
  • Portia, art thou gone?
  • Portia, art thou gone?
  • Brutus. Come in, Tintinius!
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    [Re-enter Tintinius, with MESSALA]
    Welcome, good Messala.
    Now sit we close about this taper here,
    And call in question our necessities.

    Cassius. Portia, art thou gone?

115 IV / 3
  • Cicero one!
  • Cicero one!
  • Brutus. Therein our letters do not well agree;
    Mine speak of seventy senators that died
    By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

    Cassius. Cicero one!

116 IV / 3
  • I have as much of this in art as you,
    But yet my nature could not bear it so...
  • I have as much of this in art as you,
    But yet my nature could not bear it so.
  • Messala. Even so great men great losses should endure.

    Cassius. I have as much of this in art as you,
    But yet my nature could not bear it so.

117 IV / 3
  • I do not think it good.
  • I do not think it good.
  • Brutus. Well, to our work alive. What do you think
    Of marching to Philippi presently?

    Cassius. I do not think it good.

118 IV / 3
  • This it is:
    'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
    So shall he waste his me...
  • This it is:
    'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
    So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
    Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
    Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
  • Brutus. Your reason?

    Cassius. This it is:
    'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
    So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
    Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
    Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.

119 IV / 3
  • Hear me, good brother.
  • Hear me, good brother.
  • Brutus. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
    The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
    Do stand but in a forced affection;
    For they have grudged us contribution:
    The enemy, marching along by them,
    By them shall make a fuller number up,
    Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
    From which advantage shall we cut him off,
    If at Philippi we do face him there,
    These people at our back.

    Cassius. Hear me, good brother.

120 IV / 3
  • Then, with your will, go on;
    We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philipp...
  • Then, with your will, go on;
    We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
  • Brutus. Under your pardon. You must note beside,
    That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
    Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
    The enemy increaseth every day;
    We, at the height, are ready to decline.
    There is a tide in the affairs of men,
    Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
    Omitted, all the voyage of their life
    Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
    On such a full sea are we now afloat;
    And we must take the current when it serves,
    Or lose our ventures.

    Cassius. Then, with your will, go on;
    We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

121 IV / 3
  • No more. Good night:
    Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
  • No more. Good night:
    Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
  • Brutus. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
    And nature must obey necessity;
    Which we will niggard with a little rest.
    There is no more to say?

    Cassius. No more. Good night:
    Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

122 IV / 3
  • O my dear brother!
    This was an ill beginning of the night:
    Never come su...
  • O my dear brother!
    This was an ill beginning of the night:
    Never come such division 'tween our souls!
    Let it not, Brutus.
  • Brutus. Lucius!
    [Enter LUCIUS]
    My gown.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    Farewell, good Messala:
    Good night, Tintinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
    Good night, and good repose.

    Cassius. O my dear brother!
    This was an ill beginning of the night:
    Never come such division 'tween our souls!
    Let it not, Brutus.

123 IV / 3
  • Good night, my lord.
  • Good night, my lord.
  • Brutus. Every thing is well.

    Cassius. Good night, my lord.

124 V / 1
  • Stand fast, Tintinius: we must out and talk.
  • Stand fast, Tintinius: we must out and talk.
  • Brutus. They stand, and would have parley.

    Cassius. Stand fast, Tintinius: we must out and talk.

125 V / 1
  • Antony,
    The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
    But for your words, t...
  • Antony,
    The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
    But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
    And leave them honeyless.
  • ANTONY. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
    Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
    Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'

    Cassius. Antony,
    The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
    But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
    And leave them honeyless.

126 V / 1
  • Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
    This tongue had not offended so to-...
  • Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
    This tongue had not offended so to-day,
    If Cassius might have ruled.
  • ANTONY. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
    Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:
    You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
    And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
    Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
    Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!

    Cassius. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
    This tongue had not offended so to-day,
    If Cassius might have ruled.

127 V / 1
  • A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
    Join'd with a masker and a re...
  • A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
    Join'd with a masker and a reveller!
  • Brutus. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
    Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.

    Cassius. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
    Join'd with a masker and a reveller!

128 V / 1
  • Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
    The storm is up, and all is...
  • Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
    The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
  • OCTAVIUS. Come, Antony, away!
    Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
    If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
    If not, when you have stomachs.

    Cassius. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
    The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

129 V / 1
  • Messala!
  • Messala!
  • Lucilius. [Standing forth.] My lord?

    Cassius. Messala!

130 V / 1
  • Messala,
    This is my birth-day; as this very day
    Was Cassius born. Give m...
  • Messala,
    This is my birth-day; as this very day
    Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
    Be thou my witness that against my will,
    As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
    Upon one battle all our liberties.
    You know that I held Epicurus strong
    And his opinion: now I change my mind,
    And partly credit things that do presage.
    Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
    Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
    Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
    Who to Philippi here consorted us:
    This morning are they fled away and gone;
    And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites,
    Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,
    As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem
    A canopy most fatal, under which
    Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
  • Messala. [Standing forth.] What says my general?

    Cassius. Messala,
    This is my birth-day; as this very day
    Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
    Be thou my witness that against my will,
    As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
    Upon one battle all our liberties.
    You know that I held Epicurus strong
    And his opinion: now I change my mind,
    And partly credit things that do presage.
    Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
    Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
    Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
    Who to Philippi here consorted us:
    This morning are they fled away and gone;
    And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites,
    Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,
    As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem
    A canopy most fatal, under which
    Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

131 V / 1
  • I but believe it partly;
    For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
    To meet a...
  • I but believe it partly;
    For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
    To meet all perils very constantly.
  • Messala. Believe not so.

    Cassius. I but believe it partly;
    For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
    To meet all perils very constantly.

132 V / 1
  • Now, most noble Brutus,
    The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
    Lov...
  • Now, most noble Brutus,
    The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
    Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
    But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
    Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
    If we do lose this battle, then is this
    The very last time we shall speak together:
    What are you then determined to do?
  • Brutus. Even so, Lucilius.

    Cassius. Now, most noble Brutus,
    The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
    Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
    But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
    Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
    If we do lose this battle, then is this
    The very last time we shall speak together:
    What are you then determined to do?

133 V / 1
  • Then, if we lose this battle,
    You are contented to be led in triumph
    Tho...
  • Then, if we lose this battle,
    You are contented to be led in triumph
    Thorough the streets of Rome?
  • Brutus. Even by the rule of that philosophy
    By which I did blame Cato for the death
    Which he did give himself, I know not how,
    But I do find it cowardly and vile,
    For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
    The time of life: arming myself with patience
    To stay the providence of some high powers
    That govern us below.

    Cassius. Then, if we lose this battle,
    You are contented to be led in triumph
    Thorough the streets of Rome?

134 V / 1
  • For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
    If we do meet again, we'll smile i...
  • For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
    If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
    If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
  • Brutus. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
    That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
    He bears too great a mind. But this same day
    Must end that work the ides of March begun;
    And whether we shall meet again I know not.
    Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
    For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
    If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
    If not, why then, this parting was well made.

    Cassius. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
    If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
    If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

135 V / 3
  • O, look, Tintinius, look, the villains fly!
    Myself have to mine own turn'd e...
  • O, look, Tintinius, look, the villains fly!
    Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
    This ensign here of mine was turning back;
    I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
  • Brutus. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
    Unto the legions on the other side.
    [Loud alarum]
    Let them set on at once; for I perceive
    But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
    And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
    Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.

    Cassius. O, look, Tintinius, look, the villains fly!
    Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
    This ensign here of mine was turning back;
    I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

136 V / 3
  • This hill is far enough. Look, look, Tintinius;
    Are those my tents where I p...
  • This hill is far enough. Look, look, Tintinius;
    Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
  • Pindarus. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
    Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord
    Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

    Cassius. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Tintinius;
    Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?

137 V / 3
  • Tintinius, if thou lovest me,
    Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him...
  • Tintinius, if thou lovest me,
    Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
    Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
    And here again; that I may rest assured
    Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
  • Tintinius. They are, my lord.

    Cassius. Tintinius, if thou lovest me,
    Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
    Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
    And here again; that I may rest assured
    Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

138 V / 3
  • Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
    My sight was ever thick; regard Tinti...
  • Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
    My sight was ever thick; regard Tintinius,
    And tell me what thou notest about the field.
    [PINDARUS ascends the hill]
    This day I breathed first: time is come round,
    And where I did begin, there shall I end;
    My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
  • Tintinius. I will be here again, even with a thought.

    Cassius. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
    My sight was ever thick; regard Tintinius,
    And tell me what thou notest about the field.
    [PINDARUS ascends the hill]
    This day I breathed first: time is come round,
    And where I did begin, there shall I end;
    My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?

139 V / 3
  • What news?
  • What news?
  • Pindarus. [Above] O my lord!

    Cassius. What news?

140 V / 3
  • Come down, behold no more.
    O, coward that I am, to live so long,
    To see...
  • Come down, behold no more.
    O, coward that I am, to live so long,
    To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
    [PINDARUS descends]
    Come hither, sirrah:
    In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
    And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
    That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
    Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;
    Now be a freeman: and with this good sword,
    That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
    Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
    And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
    Guide thou the sword.
    [PINDARUS stabs him]
    Caesar, thou art revenged,
    Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
  • Pindarus. [Above] Tintinius is enclosed round about
    With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
    Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
    Now, Tintinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
    He's ta'en.
    [Shout]
    And, hark! they shout for joy.

    Cassius. Come down, behold no more.
    O, coward that I am, to live so long,
    To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
    [PINDARUS descends]
    Come hither, sirrah:
    In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
    And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
    That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
    Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;
    Now be a freeman: and with this good sword,
    That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
    Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
    And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
    Guide thou the sword.
    [PINDARUS stabs him]
    Caesar, thou art revenged,
    Even with the sword that kill'd thee.

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