1.

1 Enter FLAVIUS, MURELLUS, [the CARPENTER, the COBBLER] and

certain Commoners over the stage.

FLAVIUS

Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!

Is this a holiday? What, know you not

(Being mechanical) you ought not walk

Upon a labouring day without the sign

Of your profession? Speak. What trade art thou? 5 5

CARPENTER Why, sir, a carpenter.

MURELLUS

Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?

What dost thou with thy best apparel on?

You, sir, what trade are you?

cobbler Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am 10

10

but as you would say, a cobbler.

MURELLUS

But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.

COBBLER A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience,

which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.

FLAVIUS

What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what trade? 15

15
COBBLER Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out,

sir, I can mend you.

MURELLUS What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?

COBBLER Why, sir, cobble you.

flavius Thou art a cobbler, art thou? 20

20

COBBLER Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle

with no tradesman’s matters, nor women’s matters; but withal

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great

danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever tread on neat’s

leather have gone upon my handiwork. 25

25

FLAVIUS

But wherefore art not in thy shop today?

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

COBBLER 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. 30

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MURELLUS

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?

What tributaries follow him to Rome

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 35 35

 Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft

Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,

Your infants in your arms, and there have sat

The livelong day, with patient expectation, 40 40

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome;

And when you saw his chariot but appear,

Have you not made an universal shout,

That Tiber trembled underneath her banks

To hear the replication of your sounds 45

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Made in her concave shores?

And do you now put on your best attire?

And do you now cull out a holiday?

And do you now strew flowers in his way,

That comes in triumph over Pompey’s blood? 50 50

Be gone!

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,

Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

That needs must light on this ingratitude.

FLAVIUS

Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault 55 55

Assemble all the poor men of your sort;

Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears

 Into the channel, till the lowest stream

Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. Exeunt all the Commoners.

See where their basest mettle be not moved. 60 60

They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.

Go you down that way towards the Capitol.

This way will I. Disrobe the images

If you do find them decked with ceremonies.

MURELLUS

May we do so? 65

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You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

FLAVIUS

It is no matter. Let no images

Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about,

And drive away the vulgar from the streets.

So do you too, where you perceive them thick. 70 70

These growing feathers, plucked from Caesar’s wing,

Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,

Who else would soar above the view of men,

And keep us all in servile fearfulness. Exeunt.

[1.2] Enter CAESAR, ANTONY for the course, CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO,

BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASKA, a Soothsayer: after them, MURELLUS and FLAVIUS.

CAESAR Calpurnia!

CASKA Peace ho! Caesar speaks.

CAESAR Calpurnia.

CALPURNIA Here, my lord.

CAESAR

Stand you directly in Antonio’s way

When he doth run his course. Antonio.

antony Caesar, my lord. 5

CAESAR

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.

ANTONY I shall remember.

When Caesar says ‘Do this’, it is performed. 10 10

CAESAR

Set on and leave no ceremony out. [Music.]

SOOTSAYER Caesar!

CAESAR Ha! Who calls?

CASKA

Bid every noise be still. Peace yet again! [End Music.]

CAESAR
 Who is it in the press that calls on me? 15

15

I hear a tongue shriller than all the music

Cry ‘Caesar!’ Speak. Caesar is turned 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

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CASSIUS Fellow, come from the throng. Look upon Caesar.

CAESAR

What sayst 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. Manet Brutus and Cassius.

CASSIUS

Will you go see the order of the course? 25

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BRUTUS Not I.

CASSIUS I pray you, do.

BRUTUS

I am not gamesome. I do lack some part

Of that quick spirit which is in Antony.

Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires. 30

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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 35

Over your friend that loves you.

BRUTUS Cassius,

Be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,

I turn the trouble of my countenance

Merely upon myself. Vexed I am

Of late with passions of some difference, 40

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Conceptions only proper to myself

Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours.

But let not therefore my good friends be grieved

(Among which number, Cassius, be you one)

Nor construe any further my neglect 45

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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 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

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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 60

And groaning underneath this age’s yoke,

Have wished 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

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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 70

And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.

Were I a common laughter, 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 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 [within].

BRUTUS

What means this shouting? I do fear the people

Choose Caesar for their king.

cassius Aye, do you fear it? 80

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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

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Set honour in one eye and death i’th’ 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

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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

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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

100

The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,

Caesar said to me, ‘Dar’st 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

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And bade him follow: so indeed he did.

The torrent roared, 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, 110 110

Caesar cried ‘Help me, Cassius, or I sink!’

Aye, 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

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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

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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,

Aye, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans125 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

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And bear the palm alone. Flourish. Shout [within].

BRUTUS Another general shout?

I do believe that these applauses are

For some new honours that are heaped on Caesar.

CASSIUS

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world

Like a colossus, and we petty men 135

135

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

But in ourselves that we are underlings. 140

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‘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.

Weigh them, it is as heavy. Conjure with ’em, 145 145

 ‘Brutus’ will start a spirit as soon as ‘Caesar’.

Now in the names of all the gods at once,

Upon what meat does this our Caesar feed

That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!

Rome, thou has lost the breed of noble bloods! 150 150

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 talked of Rome,

That her wide walks encompassed but one man?

Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, 155 155

When there is in it but one only man.

Oh, you and I have heard our fathers say

There was a Brutus once that would have brooked

Th’eternal devil to keep his state in Rome

As easily as a king. [Flourish and shout within.]160 160

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,

I would not, so with love I might entreat you, 165 165

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.

Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: 170 170

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.

CASSIUS I am glad

That my weak words have struck but thus much show 175

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Of fire from Brutus.

Enter CAESAR and his train.

BRUTUS

The games are done, and Caesar is returning.

CASSIUS

As they pass by, pluck Caska by the sleeve,

And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you

What hath proceeded worthy note today. 180

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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

Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes 185 185

As we have seen him in the Capitol

Being crossed in conference by some senators.

CASSIUS

Caska will tell us what the matter is.

CAESAR Antonio!

antony Caesar. 190

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CAESAR

Let me have men about me that are fat,

Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights.

Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look.

He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.

ANTONY

Fear him not, Caesar, he’s not dangerous. 195

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He’s 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

So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much, 200 200

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

As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit 205 205

That could be moved to smile at anything.

Such men as he be never at heart’s ease

Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,

And therefore are they very dangerous.

I rather tell thee what is to be feared 210

210

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 his train [except Caska.]

CASKA You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak

with me? 215

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BRUTUS

Aye, Caska. Tell us what hath chanced today

That Caesar looks so sad.

CASKA Why, you were with him, were you not?

BRUTUS

I should not then ask Caska what had chanced.

caska Why, there was a crown offered him; and being 220

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 offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,

thus, and then the people fell a-shouting.

BRUTUS What was the second noise for?

CASKA Why, for that too.

CASSIUS

They shouted thrice; what was the last cry for? 225 225

CASKA Why, for that too.

BRUTUS Was the crown offered him thrice?

CASKA Aye, marry, was’t, and he put it by thrice, every time

gentler than other; and at every putting-by, mine

honest neighbours shouted. 230

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CASSIUS Who offered him the crown?

CASKA Why, Antony.

BRUTUS

Tell us the manner of it, gentle Caska.

CASKA I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it.

It was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark 235 235

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 240

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 loathe 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

chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty nightcaps,

and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because245 245

Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked

Caesar, for he swooned 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.

CASSIUS

But soft, I pray you; what, did Caesar swoon? 250 250

CASKA He fell down in the marketplace, and foamed at

mouth, and was speechless.

BRUTUS

’Tis very like he hath the falling sickness.

CASSIUS

No, Caesar hath it not: but you, and I

And honest Caska, we have the falling sickness. 255 255

CASK I know not what you meant 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. 260

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BRUTUS

What said he when he came unto himself?

CASKA 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. And I had been a man of any occupation, if I 265

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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

anything amiss, he desired their worships to think it

was his infirmity. Three or four wenches where I stood 270

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.

BRUTUS

And after that he came thus sad away? 275

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CASKA Aye.

CASSIUS Did Cicero say anything?

CASKA Aye, he spoke Greek.

CASSIUS To what effect?

caska Nay, and I tell you that, I’ll ne’er look you i’the face 280

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again. But those that understood him smiled at one

another, and shook their heads; but for mine own

part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news

too; Murellus and Flavius, for pulling scarves off

Caesar’s images, are put to silence. Fare you well.285 285

There was more foolery yet if I could remember it.

CASSIUS Will you sup with me tonight, Caska?

CASKA No, I am promised forth.

CASSIUS Will you dine with me tomorrow?

caska Aye, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your 290

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dinner worth the eating.

CASSIUS Good. I will expect you.

CASKA Do so. Farewell both. Exit.

BRUTUS

What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!

He was quick mettle when he went to school. 295 295

CASSIUS

So is he now in execution

Of any bold or noble enterprise,

However he puts on this tardy form.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

Which gives men stomach to digest his words 300 300

 With better appetite.

BRUTUS And so it is.

For this time I will leave you.

Tomorrow, 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. 305 305

CASSIUS

I will do so. Till then, think of the world. Exit Brutus.

Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet I see

Thy honourable mettle may be wrought

From that it is disposed. Therefore it is meet

That noble minds keep ever with their likes; 310 310

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 – 315 315

As if they came from several citizens –

Writings, all tending to the great opinion

That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely

Caesar’s ambition shall be glanced at.

And after this, let Caesar seat him sure, 320

320

For we will shake him, or worse days endure. Exit.

[1.3] Thunder and lightning. Enter CASKA [with his sword drawn] and

CICERO [separately].

CICERO

Good even, Caska. Brought you Caesar home?

Why are you breathless, and why stare you so?

CASKA

Are you not moved, when all the sway of earth

Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,

I have seen tempests when the scolding winds 5 5

Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen

Th’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. 10

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 anything more wonderful?

CASKA

A common slave – you know him well by sight –15 15

 Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn

Like twenty torches joined, and yet his hand,

Not sensible of fire, remained unscorched.

Besides – I ha’not since put up my sword –

Against the Capitol I met a lion 20

20

Who glazed 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 25

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’; 30

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 35

Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?

CASKA

He doth, for he did bid Antonio

Send word to you he would be there tomorrow.

CICERO

Good night then, Caska. This disturbed sky 39 39

Is not to walk in.

CASKA Farewell, Cicero. Exit Cicero.

Enter CASSIUS.

CASSIUS

Who’s there?

CASKA A Roman.

CASSIUS Caska, by your voice.

CASKA

Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!

CASSIUS

A very pleasing night to honest men.

CASKA

Whoever knew the heavens menace so?

CASSIUS

Those that have known the earth so full of faults. 45 45

For my part, I have walked about the streets,

Submitting me unto the perilous night,

 And thus unbraced, Caska, as you see,

Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;

And when the cross blue lightning seemed to open50 50

The breast of heaven, I did present myself

Even in the aim and very flash of it.

CASKA

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 55

Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

CASSIUS

You are dull, Caska, 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 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, fools, and children calculate, 65 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 70

Unto some monstrous state.

Now could I, Caska, 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

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A man no mightier than thyself, or me,

In personal action, yet prodigious grown

And fearful as these strange eruptions are.

CASKA

’Tis Caesar that you mean. Is it not, Cassius?

CASSIUS

Let it be who it is. For Romans now 80

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Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;

But – woe the while! – our fathers’ minds are dead,

And we are governed with our mothers’ spirits:

Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

CASKA

Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow 85

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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 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

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.

caska So can I. 100

100

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. 105 105

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

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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 armed,

And dangers are to me indifferent. 115

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CASKA

You speak to Caska, 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 furthest. [They shake hands.]

cassius There’s a bargain made. 120

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Now know you, Caska, 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

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At Pompey’s porch. For now, this fearful night,

 There is no stir or walking in the streets,

And the complexion of the element

Is favoured, like the work we have in hand,

Most bloody, fiery and most terrible. 130

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Enter CINNA.

CASKA

Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.

CASSIUS

’Tis Cinna. I do know him by his gait.

He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?

CINNA

To find out you. Who’s that? Metellus Cimber?

CASSIUS

No, it is Caska, one incorporate 135

135

To our attempts. Am I not stayed 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 stayed for? Tell me.

CINNA Yes, you are.

O Cassius, if you could but win the noble 140

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Brutus to our party –

CASSIUS

Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,

And look you lay it on the praetor’s chair

Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this

In at his window. Set this up with wax 145

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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, 150 150

And so bestow these papers as you bade me.

CASSIUS

That done, repair to Pompey’s theatre. Exit Cinna.

Come, Caska. You and I will yet ere day

See Brutus at his house. Three parts of him

Is ours already, and the man entire 155

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Upon the next encounter yields him ours.

CASKA
 Oh, he sits high in all the people’s hearts,

And that which would appear offense in us,

His countenance, like richest alchemy,

Will change to virtue and to worthiness. 160

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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

We will awake him and be sure of him. Exeunt.