Julius Caesar
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- Slayt: 1
- I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turn preordinance and first decree Into the law of children. Be not fond To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood That will be thawed from the true quality With that which melteth fools—I mean sweet words,
- Are we all ready? What is now amiss That Caesar and his Senate must redress?
- Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart.
- Slayt: 2
- I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar, Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
- I could be moved if I were like you. If I could pray, prayers would move me. But I am as constant as the Northern Star, unique in its fixed position. The sky is filled with countless stars, all shining, but only one holds its place
- Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon! As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
- Is there no voice more worthy than my own To sound more sweetly in great Caesar’s ear For the repealing of my banished brother?
- What, Brutus?
- Slayt: 3
- Hence. Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
- Great Caesar
- O Caesar
- Speak, hands, for me!
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