Julius Caesar Act 1 Scene i, ii, iii
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- Flavius and Murellus , the tribunes are angry and take actions to disperse the fickle crowd as they have taken a holiday to rejoice and are waiting for Caesar’s triumphant entry.
- 'But wherefore art not in thy shop today?Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?'
- '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.'
- Here, Caesar instructs Antony to touch Calpurnia before the race to provide her with fertility as the elders say that if an infertile woman is touched during this race, she will become fertile.
- 'Forget not in your speed, Antonio, to touch Calpurnia for our elders say,' The barren touched in this holy chase, shake off their sterile curse.'
- When Caesar says, "Do this.", it is performed
- Beware the Ides of March!
- The soothsayer is telling Caesar to beware of the ides of march but Caesar isn't superstitious, thus ignores the soothsayer.
- 'What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.'
- 'He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass!'
- This simile emphasises the awe and wonder that everyone felt. This develops the contrast with ‘petty’ men who ‘peep about’ and are buried in ‘dishonourable graves’ like slaves.
- Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonorable graves.
- Casca tells Cicero that something unusual is happening. Nature is upset, the earth is quaking and the atmosphere is so ominous that there seems to be a battle in heaven.
- Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?Why are you breathless, and why stare you so?
- I have seen tempests, when the scolding windsHave rived the knotty oaks, and I have seenThe ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,To be exalted with the threatening clouds,But never till tonight, never till now,Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
- The fire imagery symbolises the anger of the gods.The slave’s unburnt hand can only be explained by the supernatural.
- A common slave—you know him well by sight Held up his left hand, which did flame and burnLike twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand, Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
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