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Question #8
In justifying his actions, what does Brutus say he loved more than Caesar?
Act 1, page 0
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ACT I SCENE I Setting: Rome. A street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners.
FLAVIUS | 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? | 5 | |
First Commoner | Why, sir, a carpenter. | |
MARULLUS | Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? | |
What dost thou with thy best apparel on? | ||
You, sir, what trade are you? | ||
Second Commoner | Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, | |
as you would say, a cobbler. | ||
MARULLUS | But what trade art thou? answer me directly. | |
Second Commoner | A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe | |
conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. | ||
MARULLUS | What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? | |
Second Commoner | Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, | |
if you be out, sir, I can mend you. | ||
MARULLUS | What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow! | |
Second Commoner | Why, sir, cobble you. | 20 |
FLAVIUS | Thou art a cobbler, art thou? | |
Second Commoner | 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. | ||
FLAVIUS | But wherefore art not in thy shop today? | |
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? | ||
Second Commoner | Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself | |
into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, | ||
to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. | ||
MARULLUS | Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? | |
What tributaries follow him to Rome, | ||
To grace in captive bonds his chariot–wheels? | 35 | |
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 live–long 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, | 45 | |
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 | 55 | |
That needs must light on this ingratitude. | ||
FLAVIUS | 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 | 60 | |
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, | 65 | |
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. | ||
MARULLUS | May we do so? | |
You know it is the feast of Lupercal. | ||
FLAVIUS | It is no matter; let no images | |
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about, | 70 | |
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. | ||
Exeunt |
Question #14
What does Cassius mean in this quote?
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings."Act 1, Scene 2, Line 147–148
Question #3
What has Brutus had difficulty doing after speaking with Cassius?
Question #19
Look where Calpurnia tells Caesar, "Alas, my lord, / Your wisdom is consumed in confidence."
What does "consumed" mean in this context?
Question #9
How does Mark Antony repeatedly describe Brutus in his speech?
Act 1, page 1
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ACT I SCENE II Setting: A public place.
Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.
CAESAR | Calpurnia! | |
CASCA | Peace, ho! Caesar speaks. | |
CAESAR | Calpurnia! | |
CALPURNIA | Here, my lord. | |
CAESAR | Stand you directly in Antonius' way, | |
When he doth run his course. Antonius! | ||
ANTONY | Caesar, my lord? | |
CAESAR | 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. | ||
ANTONY | I shall remember: | |
When Caesar says "do this, " it is perform'd. | 10 | |
CAESAR | Set on; and leave no ceremony out. | |
[Flourish] | ||
Soothsayer | Caesar! | |
CAESAR | Ha! who calls? | |
CASCA | Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! | |
CAESAR | Who is it in the press that calls on me? | 15 |
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, | ||
Cry "Caesar!" Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. | ||
Soothsayer | Beware the ides of March. | |
CAESAR | What man is that? | |
BRUTUS | A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. | |
CAESAR | Set him before me; let me see his face. | 20 |
CASSIUS | Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar. | |
CAESAR | What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. | |
Soothsayer | Beware the ides of March. | |
CAESAR | He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. | |
[Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS.] | ||
CASSIUS | Will you go see the order of the course? | |
BRUTUS | Not I. | |
CASSIUS | I pray you, do. | |
BRUTUS | I am not gamesome: I do lack some part | |
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. | ||
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; | 30 | |
I'll leave you. | ||
CASSIUS | 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 | 35 | |
Over your friend that loves you. | ||
BRUTUS | 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, | 40 | |
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, | 45 | |
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, | ||
Forgets the shows of love to other men. | ||
CASSIUS | Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; | |
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried | ||
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. | 50 | |
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? | ||
BRUTUS | No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, | |
But by reflection, by some other things. | ||
CASSIUS | Tis just: | |
And it is very much lamented, Brutus, | 55 | |
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 | 60 | |
And groaning underneath this age's yoke, | ||
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. | ||
BRUTUS | Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, | |
That you would have me seek into myself | ||
For that which is not in me? | 65 | |
CASSIUS | 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. | 70 | |
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 | 75 | |
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.] | ||
BRUTUS | What means this shouting? I do fear, the people | |
Choose Caesar for their king. | ||
CASSIUS | Ay, do you fear it? | 80 |
Then must I think you would not have it so. | ||
BRUTUS | 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, | 85 | |
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. | ||
CASSIUS | I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, | 90 |
As well as I do know your outward favour. | ||
Well, honour 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 | 95 | |
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, | 100 | |
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, | ||
Caesar said to me "Darest 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 | 105 | |
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 proposed, | 110 | |
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 | 115 | |
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 | 120 | |
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; | ||
His coward lips did from their colour 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 | 125 | |
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 | 130 | |
And bear the palm alone. | ||
[Shout. Flourish.] | ||
BRUTUS | Another general shout! | |
I do believe that these applauses are | ||
For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. | ||
CASSIUS | Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world | |
Like a Colossus, and we petty men | 136 | |
Walk under his huge legs and peep about | ||
To find ourselves dishonourable graves. | ||
Men at some time are masters of their fates: | ||
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, | 140 | |
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; | 145 | |
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 shamed! | 150 | |
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! | ||
When went there by an age, since the great flood, | ||
But it was famed with more than with one man? | ||
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome, | ||
That her wide walls encompassed but one man? | 155 | |
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 | ||
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome | 160 | |
As easily as a king. | ||
BRUTUS | 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, | 165 | |
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. | 170 | |
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. | 175 | |
CASSIUS | I am glad that my weak words | |
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. | ||
BRUTUS | The games are done and Caesar is returning. | |
CASSIUS | As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; | |
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you | 180 | |
What hath proceeded worthy note to–day. | ||
[Re–enter CAESAR and his Train.] | ||
BRUTUS | 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 | 185 | |
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes | ||
As we have seen him in the Capitol, | ||
Being cross'd in conference by some senators. | ||
CASSIUS | Casca will tell us what the matter is. | |
CAESAR | Antonius! | 190 |
ANTONY | Caesar? | |
CAESAR | Let me have men about me that are fat; | |
Sleek–headed men and such as sleep o' nights: | ||
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; | ||
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. | 195 | |
ANTONY | Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous; | |
He is a noble Roman and well given. | ||
CAESAR | 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 | 200 | |
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 | 205 | |
As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit | ||
That could be moved 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. | 210 | |
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 all his Train, but CASCA.] | ||
CASCA | You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me? | |
BRUTUS | Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to–day, | |
That Caesar looks so sad. | ||
CASCA | Why, you were with him, were you not? | |
BRUTUS | I should not then ask Casca what had chanced. | |
CASCA | 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. | 222 | |
BRUTUS | What was the second noise for? | |
CASCA | Why, for that too. | |
CASSIUS | They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for? | |
CASCA | Why, for that too. | |
BRUTUS | Was the crown offered him thrice? | |
CASCA | Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every | |
time gentler than other, and at every putting–by | ||
mine honest neighbours shouted. | 230 | |
CASSIUS | Who offered him the crown? | |
CASCA | Why, Antony. | |
BRUTUS | Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. | |
CASCA | 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. | 248 | |
CASSIUS | But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound? | |
CASCA | He fell down in the market–place, and foamed at | |
mouth, and was speechless. | ||
BRUTUS | Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness. | |
CASSIUS | No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I, | |
And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. | ||
CASCA | 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. | ||
BRUTUS | What said he when he came unto himself? | 260 |
CASCA | 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. | 272 | |
BRUTUS | And after that, he came, thus sad, away? | |
CASCA | Ay. | |
CASSIUS | Did Cicero say any thing? | 275 |
CASCA | Ay, he spoke Greek. | |
CASSIUS | To what effect? | |
CASCA | Nay, an I tell you that, I'll 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 | 280 | |
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. | ||
CASSIUS | Will you sup with me to–night, Casca? | 285 |
CASCA | No, I am promised forth. | |
CASSIUS | Will you dine with me to–morrow? | |
CASCA | Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner | |
worth the eating. | ||
CASSIUS | Good: I will expect you. | |
CASCA | Do so. Farewell, both. | |
Exit | ||
BRUTUS | What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! | |
He was quick mettle when he went to school. | ||
CASSIUS | So is he now in execution | |
Of any bold or noble enterprise, | 295 | |
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. | ||
BRUTUS | And so it is. For this time I will leave you: | 300 |
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. | ||
CASSIUS | I will do so: till then, think of the world. | |
Exit BRUTUS. | ||
Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, | 305 | |
Thy honourable metal may be wrought | ||
From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet | ||
That noble minds keep ever with their likes; | ||
For who so firm that cannot be seduced? | ||
Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus: | ||
If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, | ||
He should not humour 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 | 315 | |
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. | ||
Exit |
Question #15
What does Cassius mean in this quote?
"This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
With better appetite."Act 1, Scene 2, Line 312–313