Julius Caeser
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- ...Never till tonight, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is civil strife in heaven, Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, Incenses them to send destruction. I.iii.9-3
- Thunder and. lightning.
- Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home? Why are you breathless? And why stare you so? I.iii.1-2
- I am so scared.
- Why, saw you anything more wonderful? I.iii.14
- ...Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. And yesterday the bird of night did sit Even at noonday upon the marketplace, Hooting and shrieking.When these prodigies Do so conjointly meet, let not men say'These are their reasons, they are natural...' I.iii.25-30
- Casca and Cicero.
- But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow? I.iii.34-36
- He doth, for he bid Antonius. Send word to you he would be there tomorrow. I.iii.37-38
- Cicero Exits. Enter Cassius.
- Farewell Cicero.I.iii.41
- Goodnight then Casca. This disturbèd sky Is not to walk in. I.iii.39-40
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