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Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS,
| Flourish Trumpet call, announcing the |
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CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS,
| entrance of a V.I.P. |
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TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS,
| |
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ARTEMIDORUS, PUBLIUS, [POPILIUS,]
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and the SOOTHSAYER.
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CAESAR
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The ides of March are come.
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Soothsayer
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Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
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ARTEMIDORUS
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Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.
| schedule document (This is the letter that |
| | Artemidorus wrote to warn Caesar that he is in |
|
DECIUS
| danger.) |
|
Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
| o'erread read over, consider |
3.1.5 |
At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
| At . . . leisure i.e., as soon as you have time |
| | suit petition (Decius hands Caesar another |
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ARTEMIDORUS
| letter.) |
|
O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
| |
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That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
| touches Caesar nearer concerns Caesar more |
| | closely |
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CAESAR
| |
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What touches us ourself shall be last served.
| us ourself i.e., me personally (Caesar is using the |
| | royal plural, as though he's already a king.) |
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ARTEMIDORUS
| served attended to |
|
Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.
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CAESAR
| |
3.1.10 |
What, is the fellow mad?
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PUBLIUS
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Sirrah, give place.
| Sirrah low fellow | give place get out of the way |
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CASSIUS
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What, urge you your petitions in the street?
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Come to the Capitol.
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[CAESAR enters the Capitol,
| enters the Capitol i.e., goes upstage >>>
|
|
the rest following.]
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POPILIUS
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I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
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CASSIUS
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What enterprise, Popilius?
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POPILIUS
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Fare you well.
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[Popilius goes to CAESAR.]
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BRUTUS
| |
3.1.15 |
What said Popilius Lena?
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CASSIUS
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He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
| |
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I fear our purpose is discovered.
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BRUTUS
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Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.
| makes to walks toward | mark pay attention to |
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CASSIUS
| |
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Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
| prevention being thwarted |
3.1.20 |
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
| this i.e., their plot against Caesar |
|
Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
| turn back i.e., leave the Capitol (Cassius vows |
|
For I will slay myself.
| that if he doesn't kill Caesar he will kill himself.) |
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BRUTUS
| |
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Cassius, be constant:
| constant steady, resolute |
|
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
| |
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For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
| change change color, show any marked reaction |
| | |
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CASSIUS
| |
3.1.25 |
Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
| his time i.e., the right time to play his part in the |
|
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
| plot |
| | |
|
[Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS.]
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DECIUS
| |
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Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go
| |
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And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
| presently prefer his suit immediately present his |
| | petition |
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BRUTUS
| |
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He is address'd: press near and second him.
| address'd ready | second him back him up |
| | |
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CINNA
| |
3.1.30 |
Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
| rears raises (to stab Caesar) |
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CAESAR
| |
|
Are we all ready? What is now amiss
| |
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That Caesar and his senate must redress?
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METELLUS CIMBER
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Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
| puissant powerful |
|
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
| |
3.1.35 |
An humble heart—
| |
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[Kneeling.]
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CAESAR
| |
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I must prevent thee, Cimber.
| prevent forestall |
|
These couchings and these lowly courtesies
| couchings . . . courtesies stooping, bowing, |
|
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
| kneeling | fire the blood of influence, thrill |
|
And turn preordinance and first decree
| preordinance and first decree i.e., immutable law |
|
Into the law of children. Be not fond
| the law of children i.e., whimsical rules |
3.1.40 |
To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
| Be not fond / To don't be so foolish as to |
|
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
| rebel unruly | true quality natural stability |
|
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
| |
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Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
| Low-crooked court'sies groveling bows |
|
Thy brother by decree is banished:
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3.1.45 |
If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
| |
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I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
| spurn kick |
|
Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
| Caesar . . . satisfied i.e., Caesar does not punish |
|
Will he be satisfied.
| without good reason, and will not remit |
| | punishment without good reason |
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METELLUS CIMBER
| |
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Is there no voice more worthy than my own
| |
3.1.50 |
To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
| |
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For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
| repealing recalling (from exile) |
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BRUTUS
| |
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I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
| |
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Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
| |
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Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
| freedom of repeal freedom to return (from exile) |
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CAESAR
| |
3.1.55 |
What, Brutus!
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CASSIUS
| |
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Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
| |
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As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
| |
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To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
| enfranchisement restoration of full civic rights |
| | |
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CAESAR
| |
|
I could be well moved, if I were as you:
| moved influenced, affected |
|
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
| pray entreat, beg, appeal |
3.1.60 |
But I am constant as the northern star,
| the northern star Polaris, the North Star |
|
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
| resting stable, unmoving |
|
There is no fellow in the firmament.
| fellow equal |
|
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
| |
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They are all fire and every one doth shine,
| |
3.1.65 |
But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
| his i.e., its |
|
So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,
| |
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And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
| apprehensive intelligent, capable of understanding |
|
Yet in the number I do know but one
| |
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That unassailable holds on his rank,
| holds on his rank maintains his position |
3.1.70 |
Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
| Unshaked of motion unmoved by outside |
|
Let me a little show it, even in this;
| influences, and unaffected by pleas |
|
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
| constant resolute |
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And constant do remain to keep him so.
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CINNA
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O Caesar—
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CAESAR
| |
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Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
| Olympus mountain which is the abode of the gods |
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DECIUS
| |
3.1.75 |
Great Caesar—
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CAESAR
| |
|
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
| bootless in vain (Caesar's point is that if Brutus |
| | can't change Caesar's mind, no one can.) |
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CASCA
| |
|
Speak, hands for me!
| Speak plead, strike >>>
|
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|
They stab CAESAR.
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CAESAR
| |
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Et tu, Brute?— Then fall, Caesar!
| Et tu, Brute? and you Brutus? |
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Dies.
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CINNA
| |
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Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
| |
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Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
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CASSIUS
| |
3.1.80 |
Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
| common pulpits public platforms |
|
"Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!"
| enfranchisement i.e., restoration of full citizenship |
| | |
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BRUTUS
| |
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People and senators, be not affrighted;
| |
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Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.
| Fly flee, run away | stand stiff stay where you are |
| | ambition's debt is paid i.e., Caesar has paid for his |
|
CASCA
| ambition |
|
Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
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DECIUS
| |
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And Cassius too.
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BRUTUS
| |
3.1.85 |
Where's Publius?
| Publius (An old senator, not a member of the |
| | conspiracy against Caesar.) |
|
CINNA
| |
|
Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
| confounded with amazed by | mutiny uproar |
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METELLUS CIMBER
| |
|
Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's
| Stand . . . chance i.e., stick together and stay here, |
|
Should chance—
| in case a friend of Caesar's (attacks us) |
| | |
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BRUTUS
| |
|
Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
| good cheer i.e., don't worry, be happy |
3.1.90 |
There is no harm intended to your person,
| |
|
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
| else i.e., other than Caesar |
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CASSIUS
| |
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And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
| |
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Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
| age your old self | mischief harm |
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BRUTUS
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Do so: and let no man abide this deed,
| abide take the consequences of |
3.1.95 |
But we the doers.
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[Exeunt all but the Conspirators.]
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Enter TREBONIUS | |
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CASSIUS
| |
|
Where is Antony?
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TREBONIUS
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Fled to his house amazed:
| amazed stupefied |
|
Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run
| |
|
As it were doomsday.
| As as if |
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BRUTUS
| |
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Fates, we will know your pleasures:
| |
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That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
| That . . . know (Because everyone dies.) |
3.1.100 |
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
| the time the exact time of death |
| | drawing days out prolonging life |
|
CASSIUS
| stand upon concern themselves with >>>
|
|
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
| |
|
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
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BRUTUS
| |
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Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
| |
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So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
| |
3.1.105 |
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
| |
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And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
| |
|
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
| |
|
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
| even to the market-place i.e., right into the Forum |
|
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
| |
3.1.110 |
Let's all cry "Peace, freedom and liberty!"
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CASSIUS
| |
|
Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
| |
|
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
| acted over repeatedly portrayed (on stage) |
|
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
| accents languages (The play you are reading is in |
| | English, which didn't exist when Caesar died.) |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
| in sport for entertainment |
3.1.115 |
That now on Pompey's basis lies along
| on Pompey's basis lies along lies flat next to the |
|
No worthier than the dust!
| pedestal of Pompey's statue |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
So oft as that shall be,
| |
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So often shall the knot of us be call'd
| knot group, fellowship |
|
The men that gave their country liberty.
| |
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DECIUS
| |
|
What, shall we forth?
| shall we forth? shall we go? |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
Ay, every man away:
| |
3.1.120 |
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
| grace his heels i.e., do honor to him in a triumphal |
|
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
| procession |
| | |
|
Enter a Servant.
| |
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BRUTUS
| |
|
Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
| Soft! hold on!; wait a minute! |
| | |
|
Servant
| |
|
Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:
| |
|
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
| |
3.1.125 |
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
| |
|
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
| honest honorable |
|
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
| |
|
Say I love Brutus, and I honour him;
| |
|
Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.
| |
3.1.130 |
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
| |
|
May safely come to him, and be resolved
| be resolved have explained to him |
|
How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
| |
|
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
| |
|
So well as Brutus living; but will follow
| |
3.1.135 |
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
| |
|
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
| Thorough through | untrod state unprecedented |
|
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
| state of affairs |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
| |
|
I never thought him worse.
| |
3.1.140 |
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
| so if it should |
|
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
| be satisfied i.e., receive a full explanation |
|
Depart untouch'd.
| |
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|
Servant
| |
|
I'll fetch him presently.
| presently immediately |
| | |
|
Exit Servant.
| |
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|
BRUTUS
| |
|
I know that we shall have him well to friend.
| well to friend firmly our friend |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
| |
3.1.145 |
That fears him much; and my misgiving still
| fears distrusts |
|
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
| my . . . purpose my misgivings always turn out |
| | to be painfully true |
|
Enter ANTONY.
| |
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BRUTUS
| |
|
But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony.
| |
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|
ANTONY
| |
|
O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
| |
|
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
| |
3.1.150 |
Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well!
| |
|
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
| |
|
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
| must be let blood has to be bled (to cure a disease) |
|
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
| rank festering, diseased (and in need of bleeding) |
|
As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument
| |
3.1.155 |
Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
| |
|
With the most noble blood of all this world.
| |
|
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
| bear me hard have a grudge against me |
|
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
| purpled bloody | reek steam (with Caesar's blood) |
|
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
| Live if I live |
3.1.160 |
I shall not find myself so apt to die:
| apt ready |
|
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
| mean means |
|
As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
| |
|
The choice and master spirits of this age.
| choice elite |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
O Antony, beg not your death of us.
| |
3.1.165 |
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
| |
|
As, by our hands and this our present act,
| |
|
You see we do, yet see you but our hands
| You see we do you see what we have done |
|
And this the bleeding business they have done:
| but only |
|
Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
| pitiful full of pity (for Caesar) |
3.1.170 |
And pity to the general wrong of Rome—
| to for | wrong of Rome wrong done to Rome |
|
As fire drives out fire, so pity pity—
| pity pity i.e., pity for Rome drives pity for Caesar |
|
Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
| on to |
|
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony.
| leaden (Lead is soft and does not take a point.) |
|
Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts
| in strength of with the same strength they had in |
3.1.175 |
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
| temper feeling, disposition |
|
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
| receive you in take you in, embrace you |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
| voice vote, influence |
|
In the disposing of new dignities.
| disposing of new dignities i.e., choosing new state |
| | officers (such as judges, military commanders, etc.) |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
Only be patient till we have appeased
| appeased calmed |
3.1.180 |
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
| |
|
And then we will deliver you the cause,
| deliver you the cause explain to you the reason |
|
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
| |
|
Have thus proceeded.
| Have thus proceeded have taken this action |
| | |
|
ANTONY
| |
|
I doubt not of your wisdom.
| |
|
Let each man render me his bloody hand:
| render give |
3.1.185 |
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
| |
|
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
| |
|
Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;
| |
|
Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
| |
|
Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.
| |
3.1.190 |
Gentlemen all,—alas, what shall I say?
| |
|
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
| credit credibility |
|
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
| conceit me think of me, judge me |
|
Either a coward or a flatterer.
| |
|
That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
| |
3.1.195 |
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
| |
|
Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
| dearer more keenly |
|
To see thy Anthony making his peace,
| |
|
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
| |
|
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
| corse corpse |
3.1.200 |
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
| |
|
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
| |
|
It would become me better than to close
| close be reconciled |
|
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
| |
|
Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;
| bay'd brought to bay (like a deer surrounded by |
3.1.205 |
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
| dogs) | hart deer, with a play on "heart" |
|
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
| Sign'd in thy spoil i.e., stained with blood shed |
|
O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
| when you were butchered | lethe river of death >>>
|
|
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
| |
|
How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
| |
3.1.210 |
Dost thou here lie!
| |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
Mark Antony—
| |
| | |
|
ANTONY
| |
|
Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
| |
|
The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
| The enemies i.e., even the enemies |
|
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
| this i.e., what he has just said about Caesar |
| | cold modesty unemotional moderation, simple |
|
CASSIUS
| truth |
|
I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
| |
3.1.215 |
But what compact mean you to have with us?
| compact agreement, contract |
|
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
| prick'd in number marked down as one of (We |
|
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
| make check marks; they "pricked" the paper.) |
| | shall we on shall we carry on (with our business)? |
|
ANTONY
| |
|
Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
| Therefore i.e., because I wanted to be a friend to |
|
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
| all of you | Sway'd from the point diverted from |
3.1.220 |
Friends am I with you all and love you all,
| my intention |
|
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
| Upon this hope i.e., and so I hope |
|
Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
| wherein in what particulars |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
Or else were this a savage spectacle:
| Or else were this otherwise this would be |
|
Our reasons are so full of good regard
| good regard sound consideration |
3.1.225 |
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
| |
|
You should be satisfied.
| |
| | |
|
ANTONY
| |
|
That's all I seek:
| |
|
And am moreover suitor that I may
| suitor one who requests a favor |
|
Produce his body to the market-place;
| Produce bring forth | the market-place the Forum |
|
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
| pulpit rostrum >>>
|
3.1.230 |
Speak in the order of his funeral.
| order ceremony |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
You shall, Mark Antony.
| |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
Brutus, a word with you.
| |
| | |
|
[Aside to BRUTUS.]
| |
| | |
|
You know not what you do: do not consent
| |
|
That Antony speak in his funeral:
| |
|
Know you how much the people may be moved
| |
3.1.235 |
By that which he will utter?
| |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
By your pardon—
| |
|
I will myself into the pulpit first,
| |
|
And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
| |
|
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
| protest proclaim, announce |
|
He speaks by leave and by permission,
| |
3.1.240 |
And that we are contented Caesar shall
| |
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Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
| true proper, rightful |
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It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
| advantage benefit (us) |
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CASSIUS
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I know not what may fall; I like it not.
| fall happen |
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BRUTUS
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Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
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3.1.245 |
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
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But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
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And say you do't by our permission;
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Else shall you not have any hand at all
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About his funeral: and you shall speak
| About in |
3.1.250 |
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
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After my speech is ended.
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ANTONY
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Be it so.
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I do desire no more.
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BRUTUS
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Prepare the body then, and follow us.
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Exeunt. Manet ANTONY.
| Manet ANTONY (He remains on stage after the |
| | others leave.) |
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ANTONY
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
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3.1.255 |
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
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Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
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That ever lived in the tide of times.
| the tide of times the course of history |
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Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
| costly precious |
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Over thy wounds now do I prophesy—
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3.1.260 |
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
| dumb incapable of speech |
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To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue—
| voice and utterance of my tongue i.e., things said |
|
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
| both passionately and eloquently |
|
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
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Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
| cumber overwhelm, burden |
3.1.265 |
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
| so in use so common |
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And dreadful objects so familiar
| objects sights |
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That mothers shall but smile when they behold
| but only |
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Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
| quarter'd cut to pieces |
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All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
| All . . . deeds i.e., cruel deeds will be so customary |
3.1.270 |
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
| that all pity will be choked off | ranging roaming |
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With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
| Ate goddess of discord and random cruelty |
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Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
| these confines these regions, i.e., Italy |
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Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war;
| "Havoc!" (A war-cry, signaling that no quarter will |
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That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
| be given.) | let slip unleash | That so that |
3.1.275 |
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
| this foul deed Caesar's murder |
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Enter Octavius' Servant.
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You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
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Servant
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I do, Mark Antony.
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ANTONY
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Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
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Servant
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He did receive his letters, and is coming;
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3.1.280 |
And bid me say to you by word of mouth—
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Seeing the body
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O Caesar!—
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ANTONY
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Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
| big swollen with grief |
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Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
| Passion sorrow, grief |
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Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
| beads of sorrow i.e., tears |
3.1.285 |
Began to water. Is thy master coming?
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Servant
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He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
| lies lodges | seven leagues (About twenty miles.) |
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ANTONY
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Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
| Post ride on horseback | chanced happened |
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Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
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No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
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3.1.290 |
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
| Hie hence hurry away |
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Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse
| back return (to Octavius) | borne carried |
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Into the market-place: there shall I try
| corse corpse | try test |
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In my oration, how the people take
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The cruel issue of these bloody men;
| issue deed |
3.1.295 |
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
| According to the which taking into consideration |
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To young Octavius of the state of things.
| how the Romans react to Antony's speech |
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Lend me your hand.
| young Octavius (He was 18.) |
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Exeunt with [CAESAR's body].
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