Speeches (Lines) for Brutus
in "Julius Caesar"

Total: 194

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1

I,2,105

A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

2

I,2,113

Not I.

3

I,2,115

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.

4

I,2,124

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.

5

I,2,140

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.

6

I,2,151

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?

7

I,2,168

What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
Choose Caesar for their king.

8

I,2,172

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 honour in one eye and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently,
For let the gods so speed me as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.

9

I,2,223

Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.

10

I,2,253

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 moved. 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.

11

I,2,269

The games are done and Caesar is returning.

12

I,2,274

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:
Calpurnia'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.

13

I,2,309

Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
That Caesar looks so sad.

14

I,2,312

I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

15

I,2,316

What was the second noise for?

16

I,2,320

Was the crown offered him thrice?

17

I,2,326

Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

18

I,2,347

'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.

19

I,2,355

What said he when he came unto himself?

20

I,2,369

And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

21

I,2,390

What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
He was quick mettle when he went to school.

22

I,2,398

And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
To-morrow, 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.

23

II,1,600

What, Lucius, ho!
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!

24

II,1,607

Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
When it is lighted, come and call me here.

25

II,1,611

It must be by his death: and for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:
How that might change his nature, there's the question.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crown him?—that;—
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round.
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these and these extremities:
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
And kill him in the shell.

26

II,1,642

Get you to bed again; it is not day.
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

27

II,1,645

Look in the calendar, and bring me word.

28

II,1,648

The exhalations whizzing in the air
Give so much light that I may read by them.
[Opens the letter and reads]
'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.
Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!
Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'
Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Where I have took them up.
'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out:
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated
To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise:
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

29

II,1,667

'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
[Exit LUCIUS]
Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

30

II,1,681

Is he alone?

31

II,1,683

Do you know them?

32

II,1,688

Let 'em enter.
[Exit LUCIUS]
They are the faction. O conspiracy,
Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O, then by day
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;
Hide it in smiles and affability:
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.
[Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS
BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS]

33

II,1,703

I have been up this hour, awake all night.
Know I these men that come along with you?

34

II,1,710

He is welcome hither.

35

II,1,712

He is welcome too.

36

II,1,714

They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?

37

II,1,730

Give me your hands all over, one by one.

38

II,1,732

No, not an oath: if not the face of men,
The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,—
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
What need we any spur but our own cause,
To prick us to redress? what other bond
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
And will not palter? and what other oath
Than honesty to honesty engaged,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprise,
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
To think that or our cause or our performance
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
If he do break the smallest particle
Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.

39

II,1,769

O, name him not: let us not break with him;
For he will never follow any thing
That other men begin.

40

II,1,782

Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:
Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;
And in the spirit of men there is no blood:
O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
Our purpose necessary and not envious:
Which so appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
When Caesar's head is off.

41

II,1,806

Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
If he love Caesar, all that he can do
Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar:
And that were much he should; for he is given
To sports, to wildness and much company.

42

II,1,814

Peace! count the clock.

43

II,1,837

By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?

44

II,1,842

Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

45

II,1,848

Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untired spirits and formal constancy:
And so good morrow to you every one.
[Exeunt all but BRUTUS]
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

46

II,1,861

Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

47

II,1,884

I am not well in health, and that is all.

48

II,1,887

Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.

49

II,1,906

Kneel not, gentle Portia.

50

II,1,916

You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart

51

II,1,931

O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife!
[Knocking within]
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my sad brows:
Leave me with haste.
[Exit PORTIA]
Lucius, who's that knocks?

52

II,1,944

Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?

53

II,1,947

O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!

54

II,1,951

Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

55

II,1,960

A piece of work that will make sick men whole.

56

II,1,962

That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
To whom it must be done.

57

II,1,969

Follow me, then.

58

II,2,1099

Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.

59

II,2,1117

[Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!

60

III,1,1215

What said Popilius Lena?

61

III,1,1218

Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

62

III,1,1223

Cassius, be constant:
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

63

III,1,1231

He is address'd: press near and second him.

64

III,1,1256

I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

65

III,1,1292

People and senators, be not affrighted;
Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.

66

III,1,1296

Where's Publius?

67

III,1,1300

Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
There is no harm intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.

68

III,1,1305

Do so: and let no man abide this deed,
But we the doers.

69

III,1,1312

Fates, we will know your pleasures:
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

70

III,1,1317

Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'

71

III,1,1328

How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along
No worthier than the dust!

72

III,1,1339

Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

73

III,1,1355

Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch'd.

74

III,1,1362

I know that we shall have him well to friend.

75

III,1,1366

But here comes Antony.
[Re-enter ANTONY]
Welcome, Mark Antony.

76

III,1,1385

O Antony, beg not your death of us.
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands and this our present act,
You see we do, yet see you but our hands
And this the bleeding business they have done:
Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome—
As fire drives out fire, so pity pity—
Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

77

III,1,1400

Only be patient till we have appeased
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.

78

III,1,1446

Or else were this a savage spectacle:
Our reasons are so full of good regard
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied.

79

III,1,1455

You shall, Mark Antony.

80

III,1,1462

By your pardon;
I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission,
And that we are contented Caesar shall
Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

81

III,1,1471

Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
And say you do't by our permission;
Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral: and you shall speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.

82

III,1,1481

Prepare the body then, and follow us.

83

III,2,1532

Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
Cassius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers.
Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered
Of Caesar's death.

84

III,2,1545

Be patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me
for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and
awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of
Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
was no less than his. If then that friend demand
why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
—Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
ambition. Who is here so base that would be a
bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If
any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so
vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;
for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

85

III,2,1570

Then none have I offended. I have done no more to
Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
enforced, for which he suffered death.
[Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body]
Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who,
though he had no hand in his death, shall receive
the benefit of his dying, a place in the
commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this
I depart,—that, as I slew my best lover for the
good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,
when it shall please my country to need my death.

86

III,2,1591

My countrymen,—

87

III,2,1594

Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
By our permission, is allow'd to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

88

IV,2,1918

Stand, ho!

89

IV,2,1920

What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?

90

IV,2,1923

He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
In his own change, or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

91

IV,2,1931

He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
How he received you, let me be resolved.

92

IV,2,1937

Thou hast described
A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

93

IV,2,1950

Hark! he is arrived.
[Low march within]
March gently on to meet him.

94

IV,2,1955

Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

95

IV,2,1960

Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

96

IV,2,1964

Cassius, be content.
Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

97

IV,2,1974

Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Tintinius guard our door.

98

IV,3,1984

You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

99

IV,3,1987

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.

100

IV,3,1994

The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

101

IV,3,1997

Remember March, the ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

102

IV,3,2013

Go to; you are not, Cassius.

103

IV,3,2015

I say you are not.

104

IV,3,2018

Away, slight man!

105

IV,3,2020

Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

106

IV,3,2024

All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

107

IV,3,2034

You say you are a better soldier:
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

108

IV,3,2041

If you did, I care not.

109

IV,3,2043

Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.

110

IV,3,2045

No.

111

IV,3,2047

For your life you durst not!

112

IV,3,2050

You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection: I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces!

113

IV,3,2069

You did.

114

IV,3,2074

I do not, till you practise them on me.

115

IV,3,2076

I do not like your faults.

116

IV,3,2078

A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.

117

IV,3,2095

Sheathe your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

118

IV,3,2105

When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.

119

IV,3,2107

And my heart too.

120

IV,3,2109

What's the matter?

121

IV,3,2113

Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

122

IV,3,2127

Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

123

IV,3,2129

I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Companion, hence!

124

IV,3,2134

Lucilius and Tintinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

125

IV,3,2139

Lucius, a bowl of wine!

126

IV,3,2142

O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

127

IV,3,2145

No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

128

IV,3,2147

She is dead.

129

IV,3,2151

Impatient of my absence,
And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
Have made themselves so strong:—for with her death
That tidings came;—with this she fell distract,
And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

130

IV,3,2157

Even so.

131

IV,3,2160

Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

132

IV,3,2165

Come in, Tintinius!
[Exit LUCIUS]
[Re-enter Tintinius, with MESSALA]
Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.

133

IV,3,2172

No more, I pray you.
Messala, I have here received letters,
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

134

IV,3,2178

With what addition?

135

IV,3,2182

Therein our letters do not well agree;
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

136

IV,3,2189

No, Messala.

137

IV,3,2191

Nothing, Messala.

138

IV,3,2193

Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?

139

IV,3,2195

Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

140

IV,3,2198

Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.

141

IV,3,2204

Well, to our work alive. What do you think
Of marching to Philippi presently?

142

IV,3,2207

Your reason?

143

IV,3,2213

Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
Do stand but in a forced affection;
For they have grudged us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.

144

IV,3,2224

Under your pardon. You must note beside,
That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day;
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

145

IV,3,2238

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity;
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?

146

IV,3,2244

Lucius!
[Enter LUCIUS]
My gown.
[Exit LUCIUS]
Farewell, good Messala:
Good night, Tintinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.

147

IV,3,2255

Every thing is well.

148

IV,3,2257

Good night, good brother.

149

IV,3,2259

Farewell, every one.
[Exeunt all but BRUTUS]
[Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown]
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

150

IV,3,2264

What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
Call Claudius and some other of my men:
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

151

IV,3,2271

I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
It may be I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.

152

IV,3,2275

I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
I put it in the pocket of my gown.

153

IV,3,2281

Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

154

IV,3,2285

It does, my boy:
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

155

IV,3,2288

I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

156

IV,3,2291

It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.
[Music, and a song]
This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
[Enter the Ghost of CAESAR]
How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art.

157

IV,3,2312

Why comest thou?

158

IV,3,2314

Well; then I shall see thee again?

159

IV,3,2316

Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
[Exit Ghost]
Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!

160

IV,3,2322

He thinks he still is at his instrument.
Lucius, awake!

161

IV,3,2325

Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?

162

IV,3,2327

Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?

163

IV,3,2329

Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
[To VARRO]
Fellow thou, awake!

164

IV,3,2334

Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

165

IV,3,2336

Ay: saw you any thing?

166

IV,3,2339

Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.

167

V,1,2370

They stand, and would have parley.

168

V,1,2376

Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?

169

V,1,2378

Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

170

V,1,2387

O, yes, and soundless too;
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.

171

V,1,2406

Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

172

V,1,2410

O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.

173

V,1,2422

Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.

174

V,1,2450

Even so, Lucilius.

175

V,1,2459

Even by the rule of that philosophy
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself, I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life: arming myself with patience
To stay the providence of some high powers
That govern us below.

176

V,1,2470

No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.

177

V,1,2482

Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!

178

V,2,2488

Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side.
[Loud alarum]
Let them set on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.

179

V,3,2606

Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

180

V,3,2608

Tintinius' face is upward.

181

V,3,2610

O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.

182

V,3,2616

Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.

183

V,4,2632

Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!

184

V,4,2638

And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!

185

V,5,2671

Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

186

V,5,2674

Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

187

V,5,2678

Peace then! no words.

188

V,5,2680

Hark thee, Dardanius.

189

V,5,2689

Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

190

V,5,2691

Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
I know my hour is come.

191

V,5,2697

Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
[Low alarums]
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.

192

V,5,2709

Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

193

V,5,2723

Hence! I will follow.
[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS]
I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

194

V,5,2731

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]

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