Speeches (Lines) for Casca
in "Julius Caesar"

Total: 39

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

I,2,83

Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

2

I,2,99

Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!

3

I,2,308

You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?

4

I,2,311

Why, you were with him, were you not?

5

I,2,313

Why, there was a crown offered him: and being
offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.

6

I,2,317

Why, for that too.

7

I,2,319

Why, for that too.

8

I,2,321

Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
mine honest neighbours shouted.

9

I,2,325

Why, Antony.

10

I,2,327

I can as well be hanged 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
offered 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 offered it the third
time; he put it the third time by: and still as he
refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their
chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps
and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because
Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked
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.

11

I,2,345

He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at
mouth, and was speechless.

12

I,2,350

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 pleased and
displeased them, as they use to do the players in
the theatre, I am no true man.

13

I,2,356

Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the
common herd was glad he refused the crown, he
plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his
throat to cut. An 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 desired
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
stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.

14

I,2,370

Ay.

15

I,2,372

Ay, he spoke Greek.

16

I,2,374

Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the
face again: but those that understood him smiled at
one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own
part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
news too: Marullus 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.

17

I,2,383

No, I am promised forth.

18

I,2,385

Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner
worth the eating.

19

I,2,388

Do so. Farewell, both.

20

I,3,424

Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.

21

I,3,436

A common slave—you know him well by sight—
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
Besides—I ha' not since put up my sword—
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
Without annoying me: and there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
And yesterday the bird of night did sit
Even at noon-day upon the market-place,
Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
'These are their reasons; they are natural;'
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.

22

I,3,458

He doth; for he did bid Antonius
Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.

23

I,3,462

Farewell, Cicero.

24

I,3,466

A Roman.

25

I,3,468

Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!

26

I,3,470

Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

27

I,3,479

But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

28

I,3,505

'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?

29

I,3,511

Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow
Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
In every place, save here in Italy.

30

I,3,528

So can I:
So every bondman in his own hand bears
The power to cancel his captivity.

31

I,3,544

You speak to Casca, and to such a man
That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:
Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
And I will set this foot of mine as far
As who goes farthest.

32

I,3,560

Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.

33

I,3,590

O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:
And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

34

II,1,720

No.

35

II,1,723

You shall confess that you are both deceived.
Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
Which is a great way growing on the south,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Some two months hence up higher toward the north
He first presents his fire; and the high east
Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.

36

II,1,761

Let us not leave him out.

37

II,1,773

Indeed he is not fit.

38

III,1,1283

Speak, hands for me!
[CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and
BRUTUS stab CAESAR]

39

III,1,1294

Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

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