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

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1 I / 3
  • Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
    Why are you breathless? and why s...
  • Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
    Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
  • 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.

    Cicero. Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
    Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?

2 I / 3
  • Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?
  • Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?
  • Casca. Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
    Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
    I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
    Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
    The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
    To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
    But never till to-night, never till now,
    Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
    Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
    Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
    Incenses them to send destruction.

    Cicero. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?

3 I / 3
  • Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
    But men may construe things after the...
  • Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
    But men may construe things after their fashion,
    Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
    Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
  • Casca. A common slave--you know him well by sight--
    Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
    Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,
    Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
    Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword--
    Against the Capitol I met a lion,
    Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
    Without annoying me: and there were drawn
    Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
    Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
    Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
    And yesterday the bird of night did sit
    Even at noon-day upon the market-place,
    Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
    Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
    'These are their reasons; they are natural;'
    For, I believe, they are portentous things
    Unto the climate that they point upon.

    Cicero. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
    But men may construe things after their fashion,
    Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
    Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?

4 I / 3
  • Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
    Is not to walk in.
  • Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
    Is not to walk in.
  • Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius
    Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.

    Cicero. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
    Is not to walk in.

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