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- Act 1
- why, sir, a carpenter
- why, sir, cobble you.we make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
- That comes in triumph for over Pompey’s blood? Be gone!
- Hence! Home, you idle creatures get you home is this a holiday? What’s your profession
- Peace, ho! Caesar speaks
- beware the ides of March
- He is a dreamer; let us leave him. Pass
- Than that poor Brutus, with himself is at warFor the eye sees not by reflection, by some other things
- I will consider; what you have to say Brutus had rather be a villager that to repute himself a son of Rome
- and since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself
- I was born free as Caesar, so were you; We not have fed as we; and we can both endure the winter's as cold as well as he
- I do observe you now of late, i have not from your eyes that gentleness
- He fell down in the market place and foamed at the mouth and was speechless
- He hath the falling sickness
- No Caesar hath not it; but you, and i, and honest Casca, we have the falling sickness
- And why should Caesar be a tyrant?
- Him and his worth is and our great need of him, you have the right to be conceited.
- O, he sits high in all the peoples hearts
- But win the noble Brutus to our party
- Act 2
- Get me a taper in my study, Lucius
- O Rome, I make thee promise, if thee redress will follow, thou receivist thy full petition at the hand of Brutus
- And let us swear on our resolution
- No not on oath
- Look fresh and merrilyAnd so good morrow to you every one.
- Brutus, stole from my bed Is Brutus sick?
- I am not well in health, and that is all
- Wherefore you rise now?
- If this were true, then I should know this secret.
- Within the bond of marriage, tell meAm I yourself, but in limitation? To keep you busy at meals, comfort your bed, and talk to you sometimes ?
- And upon my knees, I charm you, by my once beauty
- You are my true and honorable wife
- Kneel not Portia
- You shall not stir out of your house today
- Do not go forth today, call it my fear
- I never stood on ceremonies, yet now they fright me.
- Cowards die many times before their death
- Mark Antony shall say I am not well today
- Caesar shall forth
- I come to fetch you to the Senate House
- His dream is all amiss interpretedRome shall suck reviving blood.
- Say he is sick
- Give me my robe, for I will go.
- Shall Caesar lie?I will not come.She dreamt tonight, she saw my statue, which, like a fountain with a hundred spouts, did run pure blood.
- Act 3
- Ay, Caesar, but not gone.
- The ides of march are come.
- I could well be moved, if I were as you;I am as constant as the Northern Star
- Et tu, brute?
- Freedom! Liberty! Tyranny is dead!
- And let us bathe our hands in Caesars blood up to the elbows and besmear our swords.
- Let each man render me his bloody hand.That I did love thee, CaesarUpon this hope, that you shall give me reasons why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
- I am meek and gentle with these butchers! cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war
- Cassius, go into the other street and part numbers.
- *crowd*Live Brutus! Live, live!
- Not that I love Caesar less. but that I love Rome more. Had you rather Caesar living, and all die slaves, than Caesar were dead. tp live all freemen? As he was ambitious, I slew him. Who here is so rude to that would not be Roman? Who here is so vile that will not love his country?
- Let me depart alone, and, for my sake, stay here with Antony
- *crowd*They were traitors. Honorable men!
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- I found it in his closet; 'tis his will. I must not read it. It will make you mad. Will you be patient? I fear I wrong the honorable men whose daggers have stabbed Caesar; I do fear it.
- For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angle. O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
- I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. Did this Caesar seem ambitious?When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says he was ambitious and Brutus is an honorable man.
- *crowd*O Nobel Caesar!O woeful day!O traitors, villains!
- *crowd*Peace, Ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony!
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- Let me not stir you up to such a flood of mutiny. I must tell you then. Here is the will, under Caesar's seal. EVERY SEVERAL MAN. SEVENTY-FIVE DRACHMAS. He hath left you all his walks. his private arbors, and new planted orchards.
- We’ll burn his body in the holy place
- Go fetch fire!
- Pluck down benches!
- I am Cinna the poet!
- Act 4
- These many, then, shall dieAnd Lepidus, go to Caesars house. Fetch the will higher.
- You have done me wrong.
- Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs.
- Come Antony, young Octavius, come! Revenge yourself alone on Cassius.
- Brutus, bait not me! I am a soldier, abler than yourself.
- You wronged yourself.The name of Cassius honors this corruption, and chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
- You have some what you should be sorry for.
- I did not think you could get so angry.
- Ha, Portia?
- She's dead. She swallowed fire. Speak no more of her.
- O Cassius, l am sick of many griefs.
- We’ll along ourselves and meet them at Philippi.
- Cicero died.
- On such a full sea are we now afloat, and we must take the current when it serves.
- Who comes here?
- Thy evil spirit, Brutus.To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
- Boy! Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs! Awake!Didst thou dream?Go and commends to my brother Cassius.
- Act 5
- Villains!you showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds, and bowed like bond men, kissing Caesars feet.
- For you have stol’n their buzzing Antony
- This is my birthday; as this very day Cassius was born.Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched, gorging and feeding off our soldiers.
- O coward that I am to live so long
- Titanius is enclosed around aboutthey shout for joy
- Guide thou the sword
- Give me your hand first, fare you well, my lord
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