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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 1
  • Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?
  • Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?
  • ANTONY. These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.

    OCTAVIUS. Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?

2 IV / 1
  • Prick him down, Antony.
  • Prick him down, Antony.
  • LEPIDUS. I do consent--

    OCTAVIUS. Prick him down, Antony.

3 IV / 1
  • Or here, or at the Capitol.
  • Or here, or at the Capitol.
  • LEPIDUS. What, shall I find you here?

    OCTAVIUS. Or here, or at the Capitol.

4 IV / 1
  • So you thought him;
    And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
    In...
  • So you thought him;
    And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
    In our black sentence and proscription.
  • ANTONY. This is a slight unmeritable man,
    Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
    The three-fold world divided, he should stand
    One of the three to share it?

    OCTAVIUS. So you thought him;
    And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
    In our black sentence and proscription.

5 IV / 1
  • You may do your will;
    But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
  • You may do your will;
    But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
  • ANTONY. Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
    And though we lay these honours on this man,
    To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
    He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
    To groan and sweat under the business,
    Either led or driven, as we point the way;
    And having brought our treasure where we will,
    Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
    Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
    And graze in commons.

    OCTAVIUS. You may do your will;
    But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

6 IV / 1
  • Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
    And bay'd about with many enemies;
  • Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
    And bay'd about with many enemies;
    And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
    Millions of mischiefs.
  • ANTONY. So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
    I do appoint him store of provender:
    It is a creature that I teach to fight,
    To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
    His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
    And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
    He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth;
    A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
    On abjects, orts and imitations,
    Which, out of use and staled by other men,
    Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,
    But as a property. And now, Octavius,
    Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius
    Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
    Therefore let our alliance be combined,
    Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
    And let us presently go sit in council,
    How covert matters may be best disclosed,
    And open perils surest answered.

    OCTAVIUS. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
    And bay'd about with many enemies;
    And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
    Millions of mischiefs.

7 V / 1
  • Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
    You said the enemy would not come down,...
  • Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
    You said the enemy would not come down,
    But keep the hills and upper regions;
    It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
    They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
    Answering before we do demand of them.
  • Varro. [with Claudius] It shall be done, my lord.

    OCTAVIUS. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
    You said the enemy would not come down,
    But keep the hills and upper regions;
    It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
    They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
    Answering before we do demand of them.

8 V / 1
  • Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
  • Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
  • ANTONY. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
    Upon the left hand of the even field.

    OCTAVIUS. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.

9 V / 1
  • I do not cross you; but I will do so.
    [March]
    [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CAS...
  • I do not cross you; but I will do so.
    [March]
    [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;
    LUCILIUS, Tintinius, MESSALA, and others]
  • ANTONY. Why do you cross me in this exigent?

    OCTAVIUS. I do not cross you; but I will do so.
    [March]
    [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;
    LUCILIUS, Tintinius, MESSALA, and others]

10 V / 1
  • Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
  • Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
  • Cassius. Stand fast, Tintinius: we must out and talk.

    OCTAVIUS. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

11 V / 1
  • Stir not until the signal.
  • Stir not until the signal.
  • ANTONY. No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
    Make forth; the generals would have some words.

    OCTAVIUS. Stir not until the signal.

12 V / 1
  • Not that we love words better, as you do.
  • Not that we love words better, as you do.
  • Brutus. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?

    OCTAVIUS. Not that we love words better, as you do.

13 V / 1
  • Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,
    The proof of it will turn t...
  • Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,
    The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look;
    I draw a sword against conspirators;
    When think you that the sword goes up again?
    Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds
    Be well avenged; or till another Caesar
    Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
  • Cassius. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
    This tongue had not offended so to-day,
    If Cassius might have ruled.

    OCTAVIUS. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,
    The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look;
    I draw a sword against conspirators;
    When think you that the sword goes up again?
    Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds
    Be well avenged; or till another Caesar
    Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

14 V / 1
  • So I hope;
    I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
  • So I hope;
    I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
  • Brutus. Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
    Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

    OCTAVIUS. So I hope;
    I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

15 V / 1
  • Come, Antony, away!
    Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
    If you da...
  • 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.
  • ANTONY. Old Cassius still!

    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.

16 V / 5
  • What man is that?
  • What man is that?
  • Brutus. Farewell, good Strato.
    [Runs on his sword]
    Caesar, now be still:
    I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
    [Dies]
    [Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA,
    LUCILIUS, and the army]

    OCTAVIUS. What man is that?

17 V / 5
  • All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
    Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy...
  • All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
    Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
  • Lucilius. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
    That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.

    OCTAVIUS. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
    Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

18 V / 5
  • Do so, good Messala.
  • Do so, good Messala.
  • Strato. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

    OCTAVIUS. Do so, good Messala.

19 V / 5
  • According to his virtue let us use him,
    With all respect and rites of burial...
  • According to his virtue let us use him,
    With all respect and rites of burial.
    Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
    Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
    So call the field to rest; and let's away,
    To part the glories of this happy day.
  • ANTONY. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
    All the conspirators save only he
    Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
    He only, in a general honest thought
    And common good to all, made one of them.
    His life was gentle, and the elements
    So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
    And say to all the world 'This was a man!'

    OCTAVIUS. According to his virtue let us use him,
    With all respect and rites of burial.
    Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
    Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
    So call the field to rest; and let's away,
    To part the glories of this happy day.

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