Act 1, Scene 2
Rome. A public place.
- Enter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calphurnia, Portia,
- Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Citizens, and a
- Soothsayer; after them Murellus and Flavius.
- Peace ho, Caesar speaks.
- Here, my lord.
Caesar8 - 9
- Stand you directly in Antonio’s way
- When he doth run his course. Antonio!
- Caesar, my lord?
Caesar11 - 14
- Forget not in your speed, Antonio,
- To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say,
- The barren, touched in this holy chase,
- Shake off their sterile curse.
Mark Antony15 - 16
- I shall remember:
- When Caesar says, “Do this,” it is perform’d.
- Set on, and leave no ceremony out.
- Ha? Who calls?
- Bid every noise be still; peace yet again!
Caesar22 - 24
- Who is it in the press that calls on me?
- I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
- Cry “Caesar!” Speak, Caesar is turn’d to hear.
- Beware the ides of March.
- What man is that?
- A soothsayer bids you beware the Ides of March.
- Set him before me, let me see his face.
- Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Caesar.
- What say’st thou to me now? Speak once again.
- Beware the Ides of March.
- He is a dreamer, let us leave him. Pass.
- Exeunt. Manent Brutus and Cassius.
- Will you go see the order of the course?
- Not I.
- I pray you do.
Brutus38 - 41
- 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.
Cassius42 - 46
- 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.
Brutus47 - 58
- Be not deceiv’d. 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 griev’d
- (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.
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- 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?
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- No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself
- But by reflection, by some other things.
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- ’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.
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- Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
- That you would have me seek into myself
- For that which is not in me?
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- Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar’d 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 laughter, 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.
- Flourish and shout.
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- What means this shouting? I do fear the people
- Choose Caesar for their king.
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- Ay, do you fear it?
- Then must I think you would not have it so.
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- 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 honor in one eye and death i’ th’ other,
- And I will look on both indifferently;
- For let the gods so speed me as I love
- The name of honor more than I fear death.
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- I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
- As well as I do know your outward favor.
- Well, honor 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, “Dar’st 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 propos’d,
- 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 color 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, Titinius,”
- 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.
- Shout. Flourish.
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- Another general shout!
- I do believe that these applauses are
- For some new honors that are heap’d on Caesar.
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- 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 dishonorable 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 sham’d!
- Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
- When went there by an age since the great flood
- But it was fam’d with more than with one man?
- When could they say, till now, that talk’d of Rome,
- That her wide walks 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
- Th’ eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
- As easily as a king.
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- 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 mov’d. 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.
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- I am glad that my weak words
- Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
- Enter Caesar and his Train.
- The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
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- As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
- And he will (after his sour fashion) tell you
- What hath proceeded worthy note today.
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- 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:
- Calphurnia’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.
- Casca will tell us what the matter is.
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- Let me have men about me that are fat,
- Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
- Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,
- He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.
Mark Antony211 - 212
- Fear him not, Caesar, he’s not dangerous,
- He is a noble Roman, and well given.
Caesar213 - 229
- Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
- Yet if my name were liable to fear,
- I do not know the man I should avoid
- So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,
- He is a great observer, and he looks
- Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,
- As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
- Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
- As if he mock’d himself, and scorn’d his spirit
- That could be mov’d to smile at any thing.
- Such men as he be never at heart’s ease
- Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
- And therefore are they very dangerous.
- I rather tell thee what is to be fear’d
- Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
- Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
- And tell me truly what thou think’st of him.
- Sennet. Exeunt Caesar and his Train. Casca stays.
- You pull’d me by the cloak, would you speak with me?
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- Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc’d today
- That Caesar looks so sad.
- Why, you were with him, were you not?
- I should not then ask Casca what had chanc’d.
Casca236 - 238
- Why, there was a crown offer’d him; and being offer’d him,
- he put it by with the back of his hand thus, and then the
- people fell a-shouting.
- What was the second noise for?
- Why, for that too.
- They shouted thrice; what was the last cry for?
- Why, for that too.
- Was the crown offer’d him thrice?
Casca244 - 246
- Ay, marry, was’t, and he put it by thrice, every time
- gentler than other; and at every putting-by mine honest
- neighbors shouted.
- Who offer’d him the crown?
- Why, Antony.
- Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
Casca250 - 264
- I can as well be hang’d 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
- offer’d 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 offer’d it the third time; he put it the third time
- by; and still as he refus’d it, the rabblement howted, and
- clapp’d their chopp’d hands, and threw up their sweaty
- night-caps, and utter’d such a deal of stinking breath
- because Caesar refus’d the crown, that it had, almost,
- chok’d 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.
- But soft I pray you; what, did Caesar swound?
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- He fell down in the market-place, and foam’d at mouth, and
- was speechless.
- ’Tis very like, he hath the falling sickness.
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- No, Caesar hath it not; but you, and I,
- And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
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- I know not what you mean by that, but I am sure Caesar fell
- down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him,
- according as he pleas’d and displeas’d them, as they use to
- do the players in the theatre, I am no true man.
- What said he when he came unto himself?
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- Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv’d the common
- herd was glad he refus’d the crown, he pluck’d me ope his
- doublet, and offer’d them his throat to cut. And I had been
- a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a
- word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so he
- fell. When he came to himself again, he said, if he had done
- or said any thing amiss, he desir’d their worships to think
- it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood,
- cried, “Alas, good soul!” and forgave him with all their
- hearts. But there’s no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar
- had stabb’d their mothers, they would have done no less.
- And after that, he came thus sad away?
- Did Cicero say any thing?
- Ay, he spoke Greek.
- To what effect?
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- Nay, and I tell you that, I’ll ne’er look you i’ th’ face
- again. But those that understood him smil’d at one another,
- and shook their heads; but, for mine own part, it was Greek
- to me. I could tell you more news too. Murellus 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.
- Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?
- No, I am promis’d forth.
- Will you dine with me tomorrow?
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- Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth
- the eating.
- Good, I will expect you.
- Do so. Farewell both.
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- What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
- He was quick mettle when he went to school.
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- 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.
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- And so it is. For this time I will leave you;
- Tomorrow, 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.
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- I will do so; till then, think of the world.
- Exit Brutus.
- Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet I see
- Thy honorable mettle may be wrought
- From that it is dispos’d; therefore it is meet
- That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
- For who so firm that cannot be seduc’d?
- Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.
- If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
- He should not humor 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.