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Julius Caesar
[I, 1] |
Flavius |
2 |
Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:
Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day without the sign
Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
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2 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 1] |
Second Commoner |
22 |
Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I
meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's
matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon
to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I
recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.
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3 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 1] |
Flavius |
28 |
But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
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4 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 1] |
Marullus |
33 |
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone!
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.
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Julius Caesar
[I, 1] |
Flavius |
56 |
Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
[Exeunt all the Commoners]
See whether their basest metal be not moved;
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I disrobe the images,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
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Julius Caesar
[I, 1] |
Marullus |
67 |
May we do so?
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
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7 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 1] |
Flavius |
69 |
It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
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Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
(stage directions) |
78 |
[Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer]
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9 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Caesar |
89 |
Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
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10 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Caesar |
100 |
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.
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11 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Soothsayer |
103 |
Beware the ides of March.
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12 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Brutus |
105 |
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
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13 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Cassius |
107 |
Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
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14 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Soothsayer |
109 |
Beware the ides of March.
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15 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Cassius |
112 |
Will you go see the order of the course?
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Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Brutus |
124 |
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.
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17 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Brutus |
140 |
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.
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Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Cassius |
142 |
'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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19 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Cassius |
154 |
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.
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20 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Brutus |
168 |
What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
Choose Caesar for their king.
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