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Men at some time are masters of their fates: Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Ye gods, it doth amaze meįor some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. Mark him and write his speeches in their books,Īlas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Tintinius,'Īs a sick girl. His coward lips did from their colour fly,Īnd that same eye whose bend doth awe the worldĭid lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:Īy, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of TiberĪ wretched creature and must bend his body, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,Ĭaesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, nowĪnd swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,Īnd stemming it with hearts of controversy īut ere we could arrive the point proposed,Ĭaesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'ĭid from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder We both have fed as well, and we can both Think of this life but, for my single self, I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,Īs well as I do know your outward favour. The name of honour more than I fear death. Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, I would not, Cassius yet I love him well.īut wherefore do you hold me here so long? Then must I think you would not have it so. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people That of yourself which you yet know not of. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:Īnd since you know you cannot see yourself Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. I have heard,Įxcept immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus That you have no such mirrors as will turn Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion īy means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors īut let not therefore my good friends be grieved. Of late with passions of some difference,
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You bear too stubborn and too strange a handīe not deceived: if I have veil'd my look, I have not from your eyes that gentleness Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. Fellow, come from the throng look upon Caesar. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,Ĭry 'Caesar!' Speak Caesar is turn'd to hear. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd. Who else would soar above the view of men These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing So do you too, where you perceive them thick. I'll about,Īnd drive away the vulgar from the streets: It is no matter let no imagesīe hung with Caesar's trophies. If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. Go you down that way towards the Capitol They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. See whether their basest metal be not moved Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,ĭraw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
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That needs must light on this ingratitude. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: The livelong day, with patient expectation, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? To see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork. To old shoes when they are in great danger, I Meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
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Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safeĬonscience which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. But what trade art thou? answer me directly. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home: Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners