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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
Question #4
Where does Brutus say that conspiracy should hide behind?
Question #20
Look where Decius Brutus says that Calpurnia's dream "Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck / Reviving blood."
What does "signifies" mean in this context?
Question #10
Which article(s) of Caesar's clothing does Mark Antony glorify?
Act 1, page 2
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ACT I SCENE III Setting: The same. A street.
Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO.
CICERO | Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home? | |
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so? | ||
CASCA | 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. | 10 | |
Either there is a civil strife in heaven, | ||
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, | ||
Incenses them to send destruction. | ||
CICERO | Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? | |
CASCA | A common slave––you know him well by sight–– | 15 |
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, | 20 | |
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. | 25 | |
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;' | 30 | |
For, I believe, they are portentous things | ||
Unto the climate that they point upon. | ||
CICERO | Indeed, it is a strange–disposed time: | |
But men may construe things after their fashion, | ||
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. | 35 | |
Come Caesar to the Capitol to–morrow? | ||
CASCA | He doth; for he did bid Antonius | |
Send word to you he would be there to–morrow. | ||
CICERO | Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky | 39 |
Is not to walk in. | ||
CASCA | Farewell, Cicero. | |
Exit CICERO. | ||
Enter CASSIUS. | ||
CASSIUS | Who's there? | |
CASCA | A Roman. | |
CASSIUS | Casca, by your voice. | |
CASCA | Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this! | |
CASSIUS | A very pleasing night to honest men. | |
CASCA | Who ever knew the heavens menace so? | |
CASSIUS | Those that have known the earth so full of faults. | |
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, | 46 | |
Submitting me unto the perilous night, | ||
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, | ||
Have bared my bosom to the thunder–stone; | ||
And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open | ||
The breast of heaven, I did present myself | ||
Even in the aim and very flash of it. | ||
CASCA | 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 | 55 | |
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us. | ||
CASSIUS | You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life | |
That should be in a Roman you do want, | ||
Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze | ||
And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder, | 60 | |
To see the strange impatience of the heavens: | ||
But if you would consider the true cause | ||
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, | ||
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind, | ||
Why old men fool and children calculate, | 65 | |
Why all these things change from their ordinance | ||
Their natures and preformed faculties | ||
To monstrous quality,––why, you shall find | ||
That heaven hath infused them with these spirits, | ||
To make them instruments of fear and warning | 70 | |
Unto some monstrous state. | ||
Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man | ||
Most like this dreadful night, | ||
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars | ||
As doth the lion in the Capitol, | 75 | |
A man no mightier than thyself or me | ||
In personal action, yet prodigious grown | ||
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. | ||
CASCA | Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius? | |
CASSIUS | Let it be who it is: for Romans now | 80 |
Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; | ||
But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead, | ||
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; | ||
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. | ||
CASCA | Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow | 85 |
Mean to establish Caesar as a king; | ||
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, | ||
In every place, save here in Italy. | ||
CASSIUS | I know where I will wear this dagger then; | |
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: | 90 | |
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; | ||
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat: | ||
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, | ||
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, | ||
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; | 95 | |
But life, being weary of these worldly bars, | ||
Never lacks power to dismiss itself. | ||
If I know this, know all the world besides, | ||
That part of tyranny that I do bear | ||
I can shake off at pleasure. | ||
Thunder still | ||
CASCA | So can I: | |
So every bondman in his own hand bears | ||
The power to cancel his captivity. | ||
CASSIUS | And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? | |
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf, | ||
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep: | 105 | |
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. | ||
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire | ||
Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, | ||
What rubbish and what offal, when it serves | ||
For the base matter to illuminate | 110 | |
So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief, | ||
Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this | ||
Before a willing bondman; then I know | ||
My answer must be made. But I am arm'd, | ||
And dangers are to me indifferent. | 115 | |
CASCA | 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. | ||
CASSIUS | There's a bargain made. | 120 |
Now know you, Casca, I have moved already | ||
Some certain of the noblest–minded Romans | ||
To undergo with me an enterprise | ||
Of honourable–dangerous consequence; | ||
And I do know, by this, they stay for me | 125 | |
In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night, | ||
There is no stir or walking in the streets; | ||
And the complexion of the element | ||
In favour's like the work we have in hand, | ||
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible. | 130 | |
CASCA | Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. | |
CASSIUS | Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; | |
He is a friend. | ||
Enter CINNA. | ||
Cinna, where haste you so? | ||
CINNA | To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber? | |
CASSIUS | No, it is Casca; one incorporate | 135 |
To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? | ||
CINNA | I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this! | |
There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. | ||
CASSIUS | Am I not stay'd for? tell me. | |
CINNA | Yes, you are. | |
O Cassius, if you could | 140 | |
But win the noble Brutus to our party–– | ||
CASSIUS | Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper, | |
And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, | ||
Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this | ||
In at his window; set this up with wax | 145 | |
Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done, | ||
Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. | ||
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there? | ||
CINNA | All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone | |
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, | 150 | |
And so bestow these papers as you bade me. | ||
CASSIUS | That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. | |
Exit CINNA. | ||
Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day | ||
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him | ||
Is ours already, and the man entire | ||
Upon the next encounter yields him ours. | ||
CASCA | 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. | ||
CASSIUS | Him and his worth and our great need of him | |
You have right well conceited. Let us go, | ||
For it is after midnight; and ere day | 163 | |
We will awake him and be sure of him. | ||
Exeunt |
Question #16
What does Cicero mean in this quote?
"Indeed, it is a strange–disposed time:
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves."Act 1, Scene 3, Line 33–35