|
Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course;
| for the course stripped down for the ceremonial |
|
CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO,
| run of Lupercal >>>
|
|
BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, [a great
| |
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crowd following, among them a] Soothsayer;
| |
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after them, Marullus and Flavius.
| after them i.e., not with them (Marullus and |
| | Flavius have arrived too late to prevent a great |
|
CAESAR
| crowd from gathering around Caesar.) |
|
Calpurnia!
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CASCA
| |
|
Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
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CAESAR
| |
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Calpurnia!
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CALPURNIA
| |
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Here, my lord.
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CAESAR
| |
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Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
| |
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When he doth run his course. Antonius!
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ANTONY
| |
1.2.5 |
Caesar, my lord?
| |
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CAESAR
| |
|
Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
| |
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To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
| touch The Lupercal runners carried thongs of |
|
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
| goatskin with which they struck those along the |
|
Shake off their sterile curse.
| course; this was supposed to make men strong |
| | and women fertile. |
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ANTONY
| |
|
I shall remember:
| |
1.2.10 |
When Caesar says "Do this," it is perform'd.
| |
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CAESAR
| |
|
Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
| Set on proceed |
| | |
|
[Flourish]
| Flourish trumpet fanfare to announce the start |
| | of the Lupercal ceremonies |
|
Soothsayer
| |
|
Caesar!
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CAESAR
| |
|
Ha! who calls?
| |
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CASCA
| |
|
Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!
| |
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CAESAR
| |
1.2.15 |
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
| press thick crowd |
|
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
| |
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Cry "Caesar!" Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
| |
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Soothsayer
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|
Beware the ides of March.
| ides the middle of any month; in this case, |
| | March 15 |
|
CAESAR
| |
|
What man is that?
| |
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BRUTUS
| |
|
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
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CAESAR
| |
1.2.20 |
Set him before me; let me see his face.
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CASSIUS
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Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
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CAESAR
| |
|
What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
| |
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|
Soothsayer
| |
|
Beware the ides of March.
| |
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CAESAR
| |
|
He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
| pass let's go |
| | |
|
Sennet. Exeunt. Manent BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
| Sennet trumpet call to announce the arrival or |
| | departure of a v.i.p. | Manent remain |
|
CASSIUS
| |
1.2.25 |
Will you go see the order of the course?
| order of the course ritual of the Lupercal run |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
Not I.
| |
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CASSIUS
| |
|
I pray you, do.
| |
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BRUTUS
| |
|
I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
| gamesome The running and striking with thongs |
|
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
| was supposed to be great fun. | quick lively |
1.2.30 |
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
| hinder . . . your desires keep you from doing |
|
I'll leave you.
| what you want |
| | |
|
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:
| show of love signs of friendship
|
1.2.35 |
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
| wont accustomed |
|
Over your friend that loves you.
| You bear . . . your friend i.e., Your treatment |
| | of me is high-handed >>>
|
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BRUTUS
| |
|
Cassius,
| |
|
Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
| veil'd my look turned away, been less friendly |
|
I turn the trouble of my countenance
| trouble of my countenance troubled looks |
|
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
| Merely only, entirely |
1.2.40 |
Of late with passions of some difference,
| passions of some difference conflicting emotions |
|
Conceptions only proper to myself,
| only proper to only concerning, only relating to |
|
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
| soil stain, blemish |
|
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved
| |
|
Among which number, Cassius, be you one
| |
1.2.45 |
Nor construe any further my neglect,
| construe any further make any more of |
|
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
| |
|
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
| |
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CASSIUS
| |
|
Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
| |
|
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
| By means whereof i.e., because of my misunder- |
1.2.50 |
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
| standing about what was bothering you |
|
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
| |
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|
BRUTUS
| |
|
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
| |
|
But by reflection, by some other things.
| |
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CASSIUS
| |
|
'Tis just:
| just true |
1.2.55 |
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
| |
|
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
| |
|
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
| |
|
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
| shadow reflection, image |
|
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
| best respect highest reputation |
1.2.60 |
Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
| immortal Caesar >>>
|
|
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
| |
|
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
| |
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BRUTUS
| |
|
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
| |
|
That you would have me seek into myself
| |
1.2.65 |
For that which is not in me?
| |
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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,
| glass mirror |
|
Will modestly discover to yourself
| modestly without exaggeration |
1.2.70 |
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
| |
|
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
| jealous on me suspicious of me |
|
Were I a common laughter, or did use
| common laughter laughing-stock, frivolous |
|
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
| person | did use . . . protester habitually |
|
To every new protester; if you know
| cheapened my friendship by making clichéd |
1.2.75 |
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
| vows of camaraderie to every new buddy |
|
And after scandal them, or if you know
| scandal slander |
|
That I profess myself in banqueting
| profess myself make declarations of friendship |
|
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
| rout mob |
| | |
|
Flourish, and shout.
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BRUTUS
| |
|
What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
| |
1.2.80 |
Choose Caesar for their king.
| |
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CASSIUS
| |
|
Ay, do you fear it?
| |
|
Then must I think you would not have it so.
| |
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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?
| |
1.2.85 |
If it be aught toward the general good,
| |
|
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
| |
|
And I will look on both indifferently,
| indifferently impartially |
|
For let the gods so speed me as I love
| speed me enable me to prosper (We would say, |
|
The name of honour more than I fear death.
| "as God is my witness.") |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
1.2.90 |
I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
| |
|
As well as I do know your outward favour.
| favour face, appearance |
|
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,
| |
1.2.95 |
I had as lief not be as live to be
| I had as lief not be I would rather not live |
|
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
| such a thing as I myself i.e., someone no better |
|
I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
| than myself |
|
We both have fed as well, and we can both
| |
|
Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
| |
1.2.100 |
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
| |
|
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
| |
|
Caesar said to me "Darest thou, Cassius, now
| |
|
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
| |
|
And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
| Upon the word i.e., the minute he said that |
1.2.105 |
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
| Accoutred equipped, dressed (probably in armor) |
|
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
| bade invited, urged | him follow him to follow |
|
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
| buffet it attack it |
|
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
| |
|
And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
| stemming . . . controversy beating it back with |
1.2.110 |
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
| our hearts fired up by the challenge |
|
Caesar cried "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!"
| arrive the point proposed reach the promontory |
|
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
| Caesar had proposed as their goal | Aeneas >>>
|
|
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
| |
|
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
| Anchises father of Aeneas (As Cassius says, |
1.2.115 |
Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
| Aeneas carried his father out of burning Troy.) |
|
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
| Did I i.e., I carried Caesar on my back |
|
A wretched creature and must bend his body,
| |
|
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
| |
|
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
| |
1.2.120 |
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
| |
|
How he did shake 'tis true, this god did shake;
| |
|
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
| lips did from their colour fly Literally, his lips |
|
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
| lost their color. Metaphorically, his lips deserted |
|
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
| their flag. | bend glance | his its |
1.2.125 |
Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
| |
|
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
| Mark listen to, pay attention to |
|
Alas, it cried "Give me some drink, Titinius,"
| Titinius an aide-de-camp. |
|
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
| |
|
A man of such a feeble temper should
| temper constitution |
1.2.130 |
So get the start of the majestic world
| get the start of get a jump on, get an advantage |
|
And bear the palm alone.
| over | palm victor's prize |
| | |
|
Shout. Flourish.
| |
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|
BRUTUS
| |
|
Another general shout!
| |
|
I do believe that these applauses are
| |
|
For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.
| |
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|
CASSIUS
| |
1.2.135 |
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
| bestride straddle |
|
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
| Colossus >>>
|
|
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
| |
|
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
| |
|
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
| |
1.2.140 |
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
| |
|
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
| |
|
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;
| |
1.2.145 |
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
| |
|
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
| |
|
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
| start raise |
|
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
| |
|
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
| |
1.2.150 |
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
| |
|
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
| thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods you have |
|
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
| lost the ability to breed noble families |
|
But it was famed with more than with one man?
| the great flood In classical mythology, a flood |
|
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
| which drowned everyone except one man and his |
1.2.155 |
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
| wife. |
|
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
| Rome indeed and room enough >>>
|
|
When there is in it but one only man.
| |
|
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
| |
|
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
| There was a Brutus Lucius Junius Brutus >>>
|
1.2.160 |
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
| brook'd tolerated | keep his state set up his |
|
As easily as a king.
| throne |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
| I am nothing jealous I do not doubt |
|
What you would work me to, I have some aim:
| work me to lead me to | aim idea, inkling |
|
How I have thought of this and of these times,
| |
1.2.165 |
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
| |
|
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
| so with love i.e., in the name of our friendship |
|
Be any further moved. What you have said
| moved persuaded |
|
I will consider; what you have to say
| |
|
I will with patience hear, and find a time
| |
1.2.170 |
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
| Both meet to hear and answer such high things |
|
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
| fitting to both consider and make a decision |
|
Brutus had rather be a villager
| about such weighty matters |
|
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
| to repute himself be known as |
|
Under these hard conditions as this time
| |
1.2.175 |
Is like to lay upon us.
| like likely |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
I am glad that my weak words
| |
|
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
| |
| | |
|
Enter CAESAR and his TRAIN.
| TRAIN retinue, posse |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
The games are done and Caesar is returning.
| |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
| |
1.2.180 |
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
| |
|
What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
| worthy note worthy of note, newsworthy |
| | |
|
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:
| chidden scolded | train retinue |
1.2.185 |
Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
| |
|
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
| ferret ferret-like (red and darting) |
|
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
| |
|
Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
| cross'd in conference contradicted in debate |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
Casca will tell us what the matter is.
| |
| | |
|
CAESAR
| |
1.2.190 |
Antonius!
| |
| | |
|
ANTONY
| |
|
Caesar?
| |
| | |
|
CAESAR
| |
|
Let me have men about me that are fat;
| |
|
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
| |
|
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
| |
1.2.195 |
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
| |
| | |
|
ANTONY
| |
|
Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
| |
|
He is a noble Roman and well given.
| given disposed |
| | |
|
CAESAR
| |
|
Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:
| |
|
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
| my name one of my name, i.e., I, myself |
1.2.200 |
I do not know the man I should avoid
| |
|
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
| spare lean, skinny |
|
He is a great observer and he looks
| he looks / Quite through the deeds of men he |
|
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
| sees the hidden motives of men's deeds |
|
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
| he hears no music he will not listen to music |
1.2.205 |
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
| (Thought to indicate untrustworthiness.) |
|
As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
| |
|
That could be moved to smile at any thing.
| |
|
Such men as he be never at heart's ease
| |
|
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
| |
1.2.210 |
And therefore are they very dangerous.
| |
|
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
| |
|
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 all his Train.
| Sennet A trumpet call announcing the arrival or |
|
[CASCA stays.] | departure of a v.i.p. |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
1.2.215 |
You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak
| |
|
with me?
| |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
| chanced happened |
|
That Caesar looks so sad.
| sad serious, depressed |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
|
Why, you were with him, were you not?
| |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
1.2.220 |
I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
| |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
|
Why, there was a crown offered him: and being
| |
|
offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
| put it by refused it |
|
thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
| thus Casca mimics Caesar's gesture. |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
What was the second noise for?
| |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
1.2.225 |
Why, for that too.
| |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
| |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
|
Why, for that too.
| |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
Was the crown offered him thrice?
| |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
|
Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
| marry indeed |
1.2.230 |
time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
| |
|
mine honest neighbours shouted.
| honest neighbours Casca's contemptuous term |
| | for the commoners who love Caesar. |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
Who offered him the crown?
| |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
|
Why, Antony.
| |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
| the manner of it exactly how it went down |
| | gentle noble |
|
CASCA
| |
1.2.235 |
I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was
| |
|
mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony
| mark pay attention to (But Casca did pay |
|
offer him a crownyet 'twas not a crown neither,
| attention, even though he thought it "foolery.") |
|
'twas one of these coronets and, as I told you, he
| coronet small crown, or a garland >>>
|
|
put it by once: but, for all that, to my thinking, he
| |
1.2.240 |
would fain have had it. Then he offered it to him again;
| would fain desired to |
|
then he put it by again; but, to my thinking, he was
| |
|
very loath 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 howted, and clapped their
| howted cheered |
1.2.245 |
chopp'd hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps
| chopp'd chapped | night-caps Casca's sarcastic |
|
and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because
| term for the felt caps that commoners wore on |
|
Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked
| holidays. |
|
Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and
| swounded swooned, fainted |
|
for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
| durst dared |
1.2.250 |
opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
| bad air In Casaca's opinion the air was bad |
| | because of the commoners' "stinking breath." |
|
CASSIUS
| |
|
But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?
| |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
|
He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at
| |
|
mouth, and was speechless.
| |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness.
| like likely | falling sickness epilepsy |
| | |
|
CASSIUS
| |
1.2.255 |
No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
| |
|
And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
| the falling sickness Cassius means that they are |
| | falling to Caesar's power. |
|
CASCA
| |
|
I know not what you mean 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
| |
1.2.260 |
displeased them, as they use to do the players in
| use to do are used to doing to |
|
the theatre, I am no true man.
| |
| | |
|
BRUTUS
| |
|
What said he when he came unto himself?
| |
| | |
|
CASCA
| |
|
Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the
| |
|
common herd was glad he refused the crown, he
| |
1.2.265 |
plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his
| plucked me ope his doublet pulled open his |
|
throat to cut. An I had been a man of any
| jacket >>>
| An if |
|
occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,
| a man of any occupation i.e., a man of action, |
|
I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so
| instead of an apathetic slacker |
|
he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,
| taken him at a word taken him at his word (and |
1.2.270 |
If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired
| cut his throat) |
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their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three
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or four wenches, where I stood, cried "Alas, good
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soul!" and forgave him with all their hearts: but
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there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had
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stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
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BRUTUS
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And after that, he came, thus sad, away?
| sad serious, depressed |
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CASCA
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Ay.
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CASSIUS
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Did Cicero say any thing?
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CASCA
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Ay, he spoke Greek.
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CASSIUS
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To what effect?
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CASCA
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Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' the face
| an if | I'll ne'er look you i' the face I'll |
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again: but those that understood him smiled at one
| never look you in the face (because I would be |
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another and shook their heads; but, for mine own part,
| lying if I said I understood Greek) |
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it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too:
| Greek i.e., pompous gibberish |
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Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Caesar's
| scarfs decorations |
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images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There
| put to silence dismissed from office (They were |
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was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
| Tribunes whose job was to speak for the people.) |
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CASSIUS
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Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
| sup have dinner |
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CASCA
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No, I am promised forth.
| am promised forth have a previous engagement |
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CASSIUS
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Will you dine with me to-morrow?
| dine have lunch |
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CASCA
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Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner
| if . . . your mind hold i.e., if you don't change |
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worth the eating.
| your mind |
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CASSIUS
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Good: I will expect you.
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CASCA
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Do so. Farewell, both.
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Exit [CASCA].
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BRUTUS
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What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
| blunt careless, slack |
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He was quick mettle when he went to school.
| was quick mettle had a lively spirit |
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CASSIUS
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So is he now in execution
| execution performance, accomplishment |
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Of any bold or noble enterprise,
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However he puts on this tardy form.
| However he puts on this tardy form however |
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This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
| much he pretends to be sluggish and careless |
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Which gives men stomach to digest his words
| wit intelligence | stomach inclination, relish |
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With better appetite.
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BRUTUS
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And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
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To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
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I will come home to you; or, if you will,
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Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
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CASSIUS
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I will do so: till then, think of the world.
| the world i.e., the state of affairs (and what we |
| | ought to do) |
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Exit BRUTUS
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Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
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Thy honourable mettle may be wrought
| mettle disposition |
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From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
| wrought / From that it is disposed turned away |
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That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
| from its natural disposition | meet fitting |
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For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
| keep ever with their likes always keep company |
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Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus.
| with those who are like them |
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If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
| doth bear me hard holds a grudge against me |
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He should not humour me. I will this night,
| humour influence, persuade >>>
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In several hands, in at his windows throw,
| several hands various handwritings |
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As if they came from several citizens,
| several various, different |
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Writings all tending to the great opinion
| tending to alluding to | great high |
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That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
| name reputation |
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Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
| glanced at hinted at >>>
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And after this let Caesar seat him sure;
| let Caesar seat him sure let Caesar (try to) seat |
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For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
| himself securely (in power) |
| | or worse days endure i.e., if we don't shake |
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Exit
| Caesar from power, we'll have a hard time of it |
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