Array ( [TITLE] => The Tragedy of Julius Caesar [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => JULIUS CAESAR [1] => ARTEMIDORUS Of Cnidos, a teacher of rhetoric. [2] => A Soothsayer [3] => CINNA, a poet. [4] => Another Poet [5] => PINDARUS, servant to Cassius. [6] => CALPURNIA, wife to Caesar. [7] => PORTIA, wife to Brutus. [8] => Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => OCTAVIUS CAESAR [1] => MARCUS ANTONIUS [2] => M. AEMILIUS LEPIDUS ) [GRPDESCR] => triumvirs after death of Julius Caesar. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => CICERO [1] => PUBLIUS [2] => POPILIUS LENA ) [GRPDESCR] => senators. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => MARCUS BRUTUS [1] => CASSIUS [2] => CASCA [3] => TREBONIUS [4] => LIGARIUS [5] => DECIUS BRUTUS [6] => METELLUS CIMBER [7] => CINNA ) [GRPDESCR] => conspirators against Julius Caesar. ) [3] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => FLAVIUS [1] => MARULLUS ) [GRPDESCR] => tribunes. ) [4] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => LUCILIUS [1] => TITINIUS [2] => MESSALA [3] => Young CATO [4] => VOLUMNIUS ) [GRPDESCR] => friends to Brutus and Cassius. ) [5] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => VARRO [1] => CLITUS [2] => CLAUDIUS [3] => STRATO [4] => LUCIUS [5] => DARDANIUS ) [GRPDESCR] => servants to Brutus. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Rome: the neighbourhood of Sardis: the neighbourhood of Philippi. [PLAYSUBT] => JULIUS CAESAR [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home: [1] => Is this a holiday? what! know you not, [2] => Being mechanical, you ought not walk [3] => Upon a labouring day without the sign [4] => Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Commoner [LINE] => Why, sir, a carpenter. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARULLUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? [1] => What dost thou with thy best apparel on? [2] => You, sir, what trade are you? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Commoner [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, [1] => as you would say, a cobbler. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARULLUS [LINE] => But what trade art thou? answer me directly. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Commoner [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe [1] => conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARULLUS [LINE] => What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Commoner [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, [1] => if you be out, sir, I can mend you. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARULLUS [LINE] => What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Commoner [LINE] => Why, sir, cobble you. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Thou art a cobbler, art thou? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Commoner [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I [1] => meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's [2] => matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon [3] => to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I [4] => recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon [5] => neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But wherefore art not in thy shop today? [1] => Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Commoner [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself [1] => into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, [2] => to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARULLUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? [1] => What tributaries follow him to Rome, [2] => To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? [3] => You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! [4] => O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, [5] => Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft [6] => Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, [7] => To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, [8] => Your infants in your arms, and there have sat [9] => The livelong day, with patient expectation, [10] => To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: [11] => And when you saw his chariot but appear, [12] => Have you not made an universal shout, [13] => That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, [14] => To hear the replication of your sounds [15] => Made in her concave shores? [16] => And do you now put on your best attire? [17] => And do you now cull out a holiday? [18] => And do you now strew flowers in his way [19] => That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! [20] => Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, [21] => Pray to the gods to intermit the plague [22] => That needs must light on this ingratitude. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, [1] => Assemble all the poor men of your sort; [2] => Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears [3] => Into the channel, till the lowest stream [4] => Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [5] => See whether their basest metal be not moved; [6] => They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. [7] => Go you down that way towards the Capitol; [8] => This way will I disrobe the images, [9] => If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt all the Commoners ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARULLUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May we do so? [1] => You know it is the feast of Lupercal. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is no matter; let no images [1] => Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about, [2] => And drive away the vulgar from the streets: [3] => So do you too, where you perceive them thick. [4] => These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing [5] => Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, [6] => Who else would soar above the view of men [7] => And keep us all in servile fearfulness. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer [1] => Flourish [2] => Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS [3] => Flourish, and shout [4] => Shout. Flourish [5] => Re-enter CAESAR and his Train [6] => Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA [7] => Exit [8] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Calpurnia! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Peace, ho! Caesar speaks. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Calpurnia! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CALPURNIA [LINE] => Here, my lord. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand you directly in Antonius' way, [1] => When he doth run his course. Antonius! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Caesar, my lord? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, [1] => To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say, [2] => The barren, touched in this holy chase, [3] => Shake off their sterile curse. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall remember: [1] => When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Set on; and leave no ceremony out. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Caesar! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Ha! who calls? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who is it in the press that calls on me? [1] => I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, [2] => Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Beware the ides of March. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => What man is that? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Set him before me; let me see his face. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Beware the ides of March. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Will you go see the order of the course? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Not I. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => I pray you, do. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am not gamesome: I do lack some part [1] => Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. [2] => Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; [3] => I'll leave you. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brutus, I do observe you now of late: [1] => I have not from your eyes that gentleness [2] => And show of love as I was wont to have: [3] => You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand [4] => Over your friend that loves you. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cassius, [1] => Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look, [2] => I turn the trouble of my countenance [3] => Merely upon myself. Vexed I am [4] => Of late with passions of some difference, [5] => Conceptions only proper to myself, [6] => Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors; [7] => But let not therefore my good friends be grieved-- [8] => Among which number, Cassius, be you one-- [9] => Nor construe any further my neglect, [10] => Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, [11] => Forgets the shows of love to other men. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; [1] => By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried [2] => Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. [3] => Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, [1] => But by reflection, by some other things. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis just: [1] => And it is very much lamented, Brutus, [2] => That you have no such mirrors as will turn [3] => Your hidden worthiness into your eye, [4] => That you might see your shadow. I have heard, [5] => Where many of the best respect in Rome, [6] => Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus [7] => And groaning underneath this age's yoke, [8] => Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, [1] => That you would have me seek into myself [2] => For that which is not in me? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: [1] => And since you know you cannot see yourself [2] => So well as by reflection, I, your glass, [3] => Will modestly discover to yourself [4] => That of yourself which you yet know not of. [5] => And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus: [6] => Were I a common laugher, or did use [7] => To stale with ordinary oaths my love [8] => To every new protester; if you know [9] => That I do fawn on men and hug them hard [10] => And after scandal them, or if you know [11] => That I profess myself in banqueting [12] => To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What means this shouting? I do fear, the people [1] => Choose Caesar for their king. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, do you fear it? [1] => Then must I think you would not have it so. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. [1] => But wherefore do you hold me here so long? [2] => What is it that you would impart to me? [3] => If it be aught toward the general good, [4] => Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, [5] => And I will look on both indifferently, [6] => For let the gods so speed me as I love [7] => The name of honour more than I fear death. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, [1] => As well as I do know your outward favour. [2] => Well, honour is the subject of my story. [3] => I cannot tell what you and other men [4] => Think of this life; but, for my single self, [5] => I had as lief not be as live to be [6] => In awe of such a thing as I myself. [7] => I was born free as Caesar; so were you: [8] => We both have fed as well, and we can both [9] => Endure the winter's cold as well as he: [10] => For once, upon a raw and gusty day, [11] => The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, [12] => Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now [13] => Leap in with me into this angry flood, [14] => And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word, [15] => Accoutred as I was, I plunged in [16] => And bade him follow; so indeed he did. [17] => The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it [18] => With lusty sinews, throwing it aside [19] => And stemming it with hearts of controversy; [20] => But ere we could arrive the point proposed, [21] => Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!' [22] => I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor, [23] => Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder [24] => The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber [25] => Did I the tired Caesar. And this man [26] => Is now become a god, and Cassius is [27] => A wretched creature and must bend his body, [28] => If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. [29] => He had a fever when he was in Spain, [30] => And when the fit was on him, I did mark [31] => How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; [32] => His coward lips did from their colour fly, [33] => And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world [34] => Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: [35] => Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans [36] => Mark him and write his speeches in their books, [37] => Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,' [38] => As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me [39] => A man of such a feeble temper should [40] => So get the start of the majestic world [41] => And bear the palm alone. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Another general shout! [1] => I do believe that these applauses are [2] => For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world [1] => Like a Colossus, and we petty men [2] => Walk under his huge legs and peep about [3] => To find ourselves dishonourable graves. [4] => Men at some time are masters of their fates: [5] => The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, [6] => But in ourselves, that we are underlings. [7] => Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'? [8] => Why should that name be sounded more than yours? [9] => Write them together, yours is as fair a name; [10] => Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; [11] => Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, [12] => Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. [13] => Now, in the names of all the gods at once, [14] => Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, [15] => That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! [16] => Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! [17] => When went there by an age, since the great flood, [18] => But it was famed with more than with one man? [19] => When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome, [20] => That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? [21] => Now is it Rome indeed and room enough, [22] => When there is in it but one only man. [23] => O, you and I have heard our fathers say, [24] => There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd [25] => The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome [26] => As easily as a king. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; [1] => What you would work me to, I have some aim: [2] => How I have thought of this and of these times, [3] => I shall recount hereafter; for this present, [4] => I would not, so with love I might entreat you, [5] => Be any further moved. What you have said [6] => I will consider; what you have to say [7] => I will with patience hear, and find a time [8] => Both meet to hear and answer such high things. [9] => Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: [10] => Brutus had rather be a villager [11] => Than to repute himself a son of Rome [12] => Under these hard conditions as this time [13] => Is like to lay upon us. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am glad that my weak words [1] => Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => The games are done and Caesar is returning. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; [1] => And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you [2] => What hath proceeded worthy note to-day. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will do so. But, look you, Cassius, [1] => The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow, [2] => And all the rest look like a chidden train: [3] => Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero [4] => Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes [5] => As we have seen him in the Capitol, [6] => Being cross'd in conference by some senators. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Casca will tell us what the matter is. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Antonius! ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Caesar? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me have men about me that are fat; [1] => Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: [2] => Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; [3] => He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous; [1] => He is a noble Roman and well given. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would he were fatter! But I fear him not: [1] => Yet if my name were liable to fear, [2] => I do not know the man I should avoid [3] => So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; [4] => He is a great observer and he looks [5] => Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, [6] => As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; [7] => Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort [8] => As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit [9] => That could be moved to smile at any thing. [10] => Such men as he be never at heart's ease [11] => Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, [12] => And therefore are they very dangerous. [13] => I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd [14] => Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar. [15] => Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, [16] => And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day, [1] => That Caesar looks so sad. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Why, you were with him, were you not? ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I should not then ask Casca what had chanced. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, there was a crown offered him: and being [1] => offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, [2] => thus; and then the people fell a-shouting. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => What was the second noise for? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Why, for that too. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Why, for that too. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Was the crown offered him thrice? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every [1] => time gentler than other, and at every putting-by [2] => mine honest neighbours shouted. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Who offered him the crown? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Why, Antony. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: [1] => it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark [2] => Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown [3] => neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told [4] => you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my [5] => thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he [6] => offered it to him again; then he put it by again: [7] => but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his [8] => fingers off it. And then he offered it the third [9] => time; he put it the third time by: and still as he [10] => refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their [11] => chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps [12] => and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because [13] => Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked [14] => Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and [15] => for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of [16] => opening my lips and receiving the bad air. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound? ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at [1] => mouth, and was speechless. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => 'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I, [1] => And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, [1] => Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not [2] => clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and [3] => displeased them, as they use to do the players in [4] => the theatre, I am no true man. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => What said he when he came unto himself? ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the [1] => common herd was glad he refused the crown, he [2] => plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his [3] => throat to cut. An I had been a man of any [4] => occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, [5] => I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so [6] => he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, [7] => If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired [8] => their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three [9] => or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good [10] => soul!' and forgave him with all their hearts: but [11] => there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had [12] => stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => And after that, he came, thus sad, away? ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Ay. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Did Cicero say any thing? ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Ay, he spoke Greek. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => To what effect? ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the [1] => face again: but those that understood him smiled at [2] => one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own [3] => part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more [4] => news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs [5] => off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you [6] => well. There was more foolery yet, if I could [7] => remember it. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => No, I am promised forth. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Will you dine with me to-morrow? ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner [1] => worth the eating. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Good: I will expect you. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Do so. Farewell, both. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! [1] => He was quick mettle when he went to school. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So is he now in execution [1] => Of any bold or noble enterprise, [2] => However he puts on this tardy form. [3] => This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, [4] => Which gives men stomach to digest his words [5] => With better appetite. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so it is. For this time I will leave you: [1] => To-morrow, if you please to speak with me, [2] => I will come home to you; or, if you will, [3] => Come home to me, and I will wait for you. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will do so: till then, think of the world. [1] => Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, [2] => Thy honourable metal may be wrought [3] => From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet [4] => That noble minds keep ever with their likes; [5] => For who so firm that cannot be seduced? [6] => Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus: [7] => If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, [8] => He should not humour me. I will this night, [9] => In several hands, in at his windows throw, [10] => As if they came from several citizens, [11] => Writings all tending to the great opinion [12] => That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely [13] => Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at: [14] => And after this let Caesar seat him sure; [15] => For we will shake him, or worse days endure. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit BRUTUS ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The same. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO [1] => Exit CICERO [2] => Enter CASSIUS [3] => Thunder still [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CICERO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home? [1] => Why are you breathless? and why stare you so? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth [1] => Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero, [2] => I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds [3] => Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen [4] => The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, [5] => To be exalted with the threatening clouds: [6] => But never till to-night, never till now, [7] => Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. [8] => Either there is a civil strife in heaven, [9] => Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, [10] => Incenses them to send destruction. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CICERO [LINE] => Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A common slave--you know him well by sight-- [1] => Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn [2] => Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand, [3] => Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. [4] => Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword-- [5] => Against the Capitol I met a lion, [6] => Who glared upon me, and went surly by, [7] => Without annoying me: and there were drawn [8] => Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, [9] => Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw [10] => Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. [11] => And yesterday the bird of night did sit [12] => Even at noon-day upon the market-place, [13] => Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies [14] => Do so conjointly meet, let not men say [15] => 'These are their reasons; they are natural;' [16] => For, I believe, they are portentous things [17] => Unto the climate that they point upon. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CICERO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: [1] => But men may construe things after their fashion, [2] => Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. [3] => Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He doth; for he did bid Antonius [1] => Send word to you he would be there to-morrow. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CICERO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky [1] => Is not to walk in. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Farewell, Cicero. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Who's there? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => A Roman. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Casca, by your voice. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => A very pleasing night to honest men. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Who ever knew the heavens menace so? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Those that have known the earth so full of faults. [1] => For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, [2] => Submitting me unto the perilous night, [3] => And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, [4] => Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone; [5] => And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open [6] => The breast of heaven, I did present myself [7] => Even in the aim and very flash of it. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens? [1] => It is the part of men to fear and tremble, [2] => When the most mighty gods by tokens send [3] => Such dreadful heralds to astonish us. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life [1] => That should be in a Roman you do want, [2] => Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze [3] => And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder, [4] => To see the strange impatience of the heavens: [5] => But if you would consider the true cause [6] => Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, [7] => Why birds and beasts from quality and kind, [8] => Why old men fool and children calculate, [9] => Why all these things change from their ordinance [10] => Their natures and preformed faculties [11] => To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find [12] => That heaven hath infused them with these spirits, [13] => To make them instruments of fear and warning [14] => Unto some monstrous state. [15] => Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man [16] => Most like this dreadful night, [17] => That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars [18] => As doth the lion in the Capitol, [19] => A man no mightier than thyself or me [20] => In personal action, yet prodigious grown [21] => And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => 'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let it be who it is: for Romans now [1] => Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; [2] => But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead, [3] => And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; [4] => Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow [1] => Mean to establish Caesar as a king; [2] => And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, [3] => In every place, save here in Italy. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know where I will wear this dagger then; [1] => Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: [2] => Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; [3] => Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat: [4] => Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, [5] => Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, [6] => Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; [7] => But life, being weary of these worldly bars, [8] => Never lacks power to dismiss itself. [9] => If I know this, know all the world besides, [10] => That part of tyranny that I do bear [11] => I can shake off at pleasure. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So can I: [1] => So every bondman in his own hand bears [2] => The power to cancel his captivity. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? [1] => Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf, [2] => But that he sees the Romans are but sheep: [3] => He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. [4] => Those that with haste will make a mighty fire [5] => Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, [6] => What rubbish and what offal, when it serves [7] => For the base matter to illuminate [8] => So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief, [9] => Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this [10] => Before a willing bondman; then I know [11] => My answer must be made. But I am arm'd, [12] => And dangers are to me indifferent. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You speak to Casca, and to such a man [1] => That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand: [2] => Be factious for redress of all these griefs, [3] => And I will set this foot of mine as far [4] => As who goes farthest. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's a bargain made. [1] => Now know you, Casca, I have moved already [2] => Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans [3] => To undergo with me an enterprise [4] => Of honourable-dangerous consequence; [5] => And I do know, by this, they stay for me [6] => In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night, [7] => There is no stir or walking in the streets; [8] => And the complexion of the element [9] => In favour's like the work we have in hand, [10] => Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; [1] => He is a friend. [2] => Cinna, where haste you so? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter CINNA ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, it is Casca; one incorporate [1] => To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this! [1] => There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Am I not stay'd for? tell me. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, you are. [1] => O Cassius, if you could [2] => But win the noble Brutus to our party-- ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper, [1] => And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, [2] => Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this [3] => In at his window; set this up with wax [4] => Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done, [5] => Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. [6] => Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone [1] => To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, [2] => And so bestow these papers as you bade me. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. [1] => Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day [2] => See Brutus at his house: three parts of him [3] => Is ours already, and the man entire [4] => Upon the next encounter yields him ours. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit CINNA ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: [1] => And that which would appear offence in us, [2] => His countenance, like richest alchemy, [3] => Will change to virtue and to worthiness. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Him and his worth and our great need of him [1] => You have right well conceited. Let us go, [2] => For it is after midnight; and ere day [3] => We will awake him and be sure of him. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS's orchard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BRUTUS [1] => Enter LUCIUS [2] => Exit [3] => Re-enter LUCIUS [4] => Gives him the letter [5] => Exit [6] => Re-enter LUCIUS [7] => Knocking within [8] => Re-enter LUCIUS [9] => Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS [10] => BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisper [11] => Clock strikes [12] => Enter PORTIA [13] => Re-enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUS [14] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, Lucius, ho! [1] => I cannot, by the progress of the stars, [2] => Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say! [3] => I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. [4] => When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Call'd you, my lord? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: [1] => When it is lighted, come and call me here. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => I will, my lord. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It must be by his death: and for my part, [1] => I know no personal cause to spurn at him, [2] => But for the general. He would be crown'd: [3] => How that might change his nature, there's the question. [4] => It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; [5] => And that craves wary walking. Crown him?--that;-- [6] => And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, [7] => That at his will he may do danger with. [8] => The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins [9] => Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar, [10] => I have not known when his affections sway'd [11] => More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, [12] => That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, [13] => Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; [14] => But when he once attains the upmost round. [15] => He then unto the ladder turns his back, [16] => Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees [17] => By which he did ascend. So Caesar may. [18] => Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel [19] => Will bear no colour for the thing he is, [20] => Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, [21] => Would run to these and these extremities: [22] => And therefore think him as a serpent's egg [23] => Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous, [24] => And kill him in the shell. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The taper burneth in your closet, sir. [1] => Searching the window for a flint, I found [2] => This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, [3] => It did not lie there when I went to bed. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Get you to bed again; it is not day. [1] => Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => I know not, sir. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Look in the calendar, and bring me word. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => I will, sir. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The exhalations whizzing in the air [1] => Give so much light that I may read by them. [2] => 'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself. [3] => Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress! [4] => Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!' [5] => Such instigations have been often dropp'd [6] => Where I have took them up. [7] => 'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out: [8] => Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome? [9] => My ancestors did from the streets of Rome [10] => The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. [11] => 'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated [12] => To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise: [13] => If the redress will follow, thou receivest [14] => Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus! ) [STAGEDIR] => Opens the letter and reads ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. [1] => Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, [2] => I have not slept. [3] => Between the acting of a dreadful thing [4] => And the first motion, all the interim is [5] => Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: [6] => The Genius and the mortal instruments [7] => Are then in council; and the state of man, [8] => Like to a little kingdom, suffers then [9] => The nature of an insurrection. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit LUCIUS ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, [1] => Who doth desire to see you. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Is he alone? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => No, sir, there are moe with him. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Do you know them? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, [1] => And half their faces buried in their cloaks, [2] => That by no means I may discover them [3] => By any mark of favour. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let 'em enter. [1] => They are the faction. O conspiracy, [2] => Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, [3] => When evils are most free? O, then by day [4] => Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough [5] => To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; [6] => Hide it in smiles and affability: [7] => For if thou path, thy native semblance on, [8] => Not Erebus itself were dim enough [9] => To hide thee from prevention. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit LUCIUS ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think we are too bold upon your rest: [1] => Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have been up this hour, awake all night. [1] => Know I these men that come along with you? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, every man of them, and no man here [1] => But honours you; and every one doth wish [2] => You had but that opinion of yourself [3] => Which every noble Roman bears of you. [4] => This is Trebonius. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => He is welcome hither. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => This, Decius Brutus. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => He is welcome too. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are all welcome. [1] => What watchful cares do interpose themselves [2] => Betwixt your eyes and night? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Shall I entreat a word? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Here lies the east: doth not the day break here? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => No. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines [1] => That fret the clouds are messengers of day. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You shall confess that you are both deceived. [1] => Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises, [2] => Which is a great way growing on the south, [3] => Weighing the youthful season of the year. [4] => Some two months hence up higher toward the north [5] => He first presents his fire; and the high east [6] => Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Give me your hands all over, one by one. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => And let us swear our resolution. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, not an oath: if not the face of men, [1] => The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,-- [2] => If these be motives weak, break off betimes, [3] => And every man hence to his idle bed; [4] => So let high-sighted tyranny range on, [5] => Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, [6] => As I am sure they do, bear fire enough [7] => To kindle cowards and to steel with valour [8] => The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen, [9] => What need we any spur but our own cause, [10] => To prick us to redress? what other bond [11] => Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, [12] => And will not palter? and what other oath [13] => Than honesty to honesty engaged, [14] => That this shall be, or we will fall for it? [15] => Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous, [16] => Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls [17] => That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear [18] => Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain [19] => The even virtue of our enterprise, [20] => Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, [21] => To think that or our cause or our performance [22] => Did need an oath; when every drop of blood [23] => That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, [24] => Is guilty of a several bastardy, [25] => If he do break the smallest particle [26] => Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But what of Cicero? shall we sound him? [1] => I think he will stand very strong with us. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Let us not leave him out. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => No, by no means. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => METELLUS CIMBER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, let us have him, for his silver hairs [1] => Will purchase us a good opinion [2] => And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: [3] => It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands; [4] => Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear, [5] => But all be buried in his gravity. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, name him not: let us not break with him; [1] => For he will never follow any thing [2] => That other men begin. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Then leave him out. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Indeed he is not fit. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, [1] => Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar, [2] => Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him [3] => A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, [4] => If he improve them, may well stretch so far [5] => As to annoy us all: which to prevent, [6] => Let Antony and Caesar fall together. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, [1] => To cut the head off and then hack the limbs, [2] => Like wrath in death and envy afterwards; [3] => For Antony is but a limb of Caesar: [4] => Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. [5] => We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar; [6] => And in the spirit of men there is no blood: [7] => O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit, [8] => And not dismember Caesar! But, alas, [9] => Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, [10] => Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; [11] => Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, [12] => Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds: [13] => And let our hearts, as subtle masters do, [14] => Stir up their servants to an act of rage, [15] => And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make [16] => Our purpose necessary and not envious: [17] => Which so appearing to the common eyes, [18] => We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. [19] => And for Mark Antony, think not of him; [20] => For he can do no more than Caesar's arm [21] => When Caesar's head is off. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet I fear him; [1] => For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar-- ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: [1] => If he love Caesar, all that he can do [2] => Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar: [3] => And that were much he should; for he is given [4] => To sports, to wildness and much company. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TREBONIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is no fear in him; let him not die; [1] => For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Peace! count the clock. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => The clock hath stricken three. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TREBONIUS [LINE] => 'Tis time to part. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But it is doubtful yet, [1] => Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no; [2] => For he is superstitious grown of late, [3] => Quite from the main opinion he held once [4] => Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies: [5] => It may be, these apparent prodigies, [6] => The unaccustom'd terror of this night, [7] => And the persuasion of his augurers, [8] => May hold him from the Capitol to-day. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never fear that: if he be so resolved, [1] => I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear [2] => That unicorns may be betray'd with trees, [3] => And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, [4] => Lions with toils and men with flatterers; [5] => But when I tell him he hates flatterers, [6] => He says he does, being then most flattered. [7] => Let me work; [8] => For I can give his humour the true bent, [9] => And I will bring him to the Capitol. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => METELLUS CIMBER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard, [1] => Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey: [2] => I wonder none of you have thought of him. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, good Metellus, go along by him: [1] => He loves me well, and I have given him reasons; [2] => Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus. [1] => And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember [2] => What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; [1] => Let not our looks put on our purposes, [2] => But bear it as our Roman actors do, [3] => With untired spirits and formal constancy: [4] => And so good morrow to you every one. [5] => Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; [6] => Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: [7] => Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, [8] => Which busy care draws in the brains of men; [9] => Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt all but BRUTUS ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Brutus, my lord! ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now? [1] => It is not for your health thus to commit [2] => Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus, [1] => Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper, [2] => You suddenly arose, and walk'd about, [3] => Musing and sighing, with your arms across, [4] => And when I ask'd you what the matter was, [5] => You stared upon me with ungentle looks; [6] => I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head, [7] => And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot; [8] => Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not, [9] => But, with an angry wafture of your hand, [10] => Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did; [11] => Fearing to strengthen that impatience [12] => Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal [13] => Hoping it was but an effect of humour, [14] => Which sometime hath his hour with every man. [15] => It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep, [16] => And could it work so much upon your shape [17] => As it hath much prevail'd on your condition, [18] => I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, [19] => Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I am not well in health, and that is all. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, [1] => He would embrace the means to come by it. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is Brutus sick? and is it physical [1] => To walk unbraced and suck up the humours [2] => Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, [3] => And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, [4] => To dare the vile contagion of the night [5] => And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air [6] => To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus; [7] => You have some sick offence within your mind, [8] => Which, by the right and virtue of my place, [9] => I ought to know of: and, upon my knees, [10] => I charm you, by my once-commended beauty, [11] => By all your vows of love and that great vow [12] => Which did incorporate and make us one, [13] => That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, [14] => Why you are heavy, and what men to-night [15] => Have had to resort to you: for here have been [16] => Some six or seven, who did hide their faces [17] => Even from darkness. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Kneel not, gentle Portia. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. [1] => Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, [2] => Is it excepted I should know no secrets [3] => That appertain to you? Am I yourself [4] => But, as it were, in sort or limitation, [5] => To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, [6] => And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs [7] => Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, [8] => Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are my true and honourable wife, [1] => As dear to me as are the ruddy drops [2] => That visit my sad heart ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If this were true, then should I know this secret. [1] => I grant I am a woman; but withal [2] => A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife: [3] => I grant I am a woman; but withal [4] => A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter. [5] => Think you I am no stronger than my sex, [6] => Being so father'd and so husbanded? [7] => Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em: [8] => I have made strong proof of my constancy, [9] => Giving myself a voluntary wound [10] => Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience. [11] => And not my husband's secrets? ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O ye gods, [1] => Render me worthy of this noble wife! [2] => Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; [3] => And by and by thy bosom shall partake [4] => The secrets of my heart. [5] => All my engagements I will construe to thee, [6] => All the charactery of my sad brows: [7] => Leave me with haste. [8] => Lucius, who's that knocks? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Knocking within [1] => Exit PORTIA ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => He is a sick man that would speak with you. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. [1] => Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how? ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LIGARIUS [LINE] => Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, [1] => To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick! ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LIGARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand [1] => Any exploit worthy the name of honour. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, [1] => Had you a healthful ear to hear of it. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LIGARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By all the gods that Romans bow before, [1] => I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome! [2] => Brave son, derived from honourable loins! [3] => Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up [4] => My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, [5] => And I will strive with things impossible; [6] => Yea, get the better of them. What's to do? ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => A piece of work that will make sick men whole. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LIGARIUS [LINE] => But are not some whole that we must make sick? ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That must we also. What it is, my Caius, [1] => I shall unfold to thee, as we are going [2] => To whom it must be done. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LIGARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Set on your foot, [1] => And with a heart new-fired I follow you, [2] => To do I know not what: but it sufficeth [3] => That Brutus leads me on. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Follow me, then. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. CAESAR's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his night-gown [1] => Enter a Servant [2] => Exit [3] => Enter CALPURNIA [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night: [1] => Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out, [2] => 'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => My lord? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go bid the priests do present sacrifice [1] => And bring me their opinions of success. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => I will, my lord. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CALPURNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth? [1] => You shall not stir out of your house to-day. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me [1] => Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see [2] => The face of Caesar, they are vanished. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CALPURNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, [1] => Yet now they fright me. There is one within, [2] => Besides the things that we have heard and seen, [3] => Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. [4] => A lioness hath whelped in the streets; [5] => And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; [6] => Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, [7] => In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, [8] => Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol; [9] => The noise of battle hurtled in the air, [10] => Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan, [11] => And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. [12] => O Caesar! these things are beyond all use, [13] => And I do fear them. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What can be avoided [1] => Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? [2] => Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions [3] => Are to the world in general as to Caesar. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CALPURNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When beggars die, there are no comets seen; [1] => The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cowards die many times before their deaths; [1] => The valiant never taste of death but once. [2] => Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. [3] => It seems to me most strange that men should fear; [4] => Seeing that death, a necessary end, [5] => Will come when it will come. [6] => What say the augurers? ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter Servant ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They would not have you to stir forth to-day. [1] => Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, [2] => They could not find a heart within the beast. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gods do this in shame of cowardice: [1] => Caesar should be a beast without a heart, [2] => If he should stay at home to-day for fear. [3] => No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well [4] => That Caesar is more dangerous than he: [5] => We are two lions litter'd in one day, [6] => And I the elder and more terrible: [7] => And Caesar shall go forth. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CALPURNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, my lord, [1] => Your wisdom is consumed in confidence. [2] => Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear [3] => That keeps you in the house, and not your own. [4] => We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house: [5] => And he shall say you are not well to-day: [6] => Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mark Antony shall say I am not well, [1] => And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. [2] => Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter DECIUS BRUTUS ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar: [1] => I come to fetch you to the senate-house. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And you are come in very happy time, [1] => To bear my greeting to the senators [2] => And tell them that I will not come to-day: [3] => Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: [4] => I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CALPURNIA [LINE] => Say he is sick. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall Caesar send a lie? [1] => Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, [2] => To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth? [3] => Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, [1] => Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The cause is in my will: I will not come; [1] => That is enough to satisfy the senate. [2] => But for your private satisfaction, [3] => Because I love you, I will let you know: [4] => Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: [5] => She dreamt to-night she saw my statua, [6] => Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, [7] => Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans [8] => Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it: [9] => And these does she apply for warnings, and portents, [10] => And evils imminent; and on her knee [11] => Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This dream is all amiss interpreted; [1] => It was a vision fair and fortunate: [2] => Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, [3] => In which so many smiling Romans bathed, [4] => Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck [5] => Reviving blood, and that great men shall press [6] => For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance. [7] => This by Calpurnia's dream is signified. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => And this way have you well expounded it. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have, when you have heard what I can say: [1] => And know it now: the senate have concluded [2] => To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. [3] => If you shall send them word you will not come, [4] => Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock [5] => Apt to be render'd, for some one to say [6] => 'Break up the senate till another time, [7] => When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.' [8] => If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper [9] => 'Lo, Caesar is afraid'? [10] => Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love [11] => To our proceeding bids me tell you this; [12] => And reason to my love is liable. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! [1] => I am ashamed I did yield to them. [2] => Give me my robe, for I will go. [3] => And look where Publius is come to fetch me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUBLIUS [LINE] => Good morrow, Caesar. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, Publius. [1] => What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? [2] => Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius, [3] => Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy [4] => As that same ague which hath made you lean. [5] => What is 't o'clock? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Caesar, 'tis strucken eight. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank you for your pains and courtesy. [1] => See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, [2] => Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter ANTONY ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => So to most noble Caesar. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bid them prepare within: [1] => I am to blame to be thus waited for. [2] => Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius! [3] => I have an hour's talk in store for you; [4] => Remember that you call on me to-day: [5] => Be near me, that I may remember you. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TREBONIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caesar, I will: [1] => and so near will I be, [2] => That your best friends shall wish I had been further. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; [1] => And we, like friends, will straightway go together. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A street near the Capitol. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTEMIDORUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; [1] => come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not [2] => Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus [3] => loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. [4] => There is but one mind in all these men, and it is [5] => bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal, [6] => look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. [7] => The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, [8] => 'ARTEMIDORUS.' [9] => Here will I stand till Caesar pass along, [10] => And as a suitor will I give him this. [11] => My heart laments that virtue cannot live [12] => Out of the teeth of emulation. [13] => If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live; [14] => If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS [1] => Enter the Soothsayer [2] => Exit [3] => Exeunt severally ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house; [1] => Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone: [2] => Why dost thou stay? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => To know my errand, madam. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would have had thee there, and here again, [1] => Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. [2] => O constancy, be strong upon my side, [3] => Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! [4] => I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. [5] => How hard it is for women to keep counsel! [6] => Art thou here yet? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, what should I do? [1] => Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? [2] => And so return to you, and nothing else? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, [1] => For he went sickly forth: and take good note [2] => What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. [3] => Hark, boy! what noise is that? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => I hear none, madam. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee, listen well; [1] => I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, [2] => And the wind brings it from the Capitol. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Sooth, madam, I hear nothing. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => At mine own house, good lady. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => What is't o'clock? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => About the ninth hour, lady. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand, [1] => To see him pass on to the Capitol. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar [1] => To be so good to Caesar as to hear me, [2] => I shall beseech him to befriend himself. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. [1] => Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: [2] => The throng that follows Caesar at the heels, [3] => Of senators, of praetors, common suitors, [4] => Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: [5] => I'll get me to a place more void, and there [6] => Speak to great Caesar as he comes along. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PORTIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing [1] => The heart of woman is! O Brutus, [2] => The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! [3] => Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit [4] => That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint. [5] => Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; [6] => Say I am merry: come to me again, [7] => And bring me word what he doth say to thee. ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others [1] => CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following [2] => Advances to CAESAR [3] => Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS [4] => Kneeling [5] => CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR [6] => Dies [7] => Re-enter TREBONIUS [8] => Enter a Servant [9] => Exit [10] => Exeunt all but ANTONY [11] => Seeing the body [12] => Exeunt with CAESAR's body ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To the Soothsayer ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Ay, Caesar; but not gone. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTEMIDORUS [LINE] => Hail, Caesar! read this schedule. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread, [1] => At your best leisure, this his humble suit. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTEMIDORUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit [1] => That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => What touches us ourself shall be last served. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTEMIDORUS [LINE] => Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => What, is the fellow mad? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUBLIUS [LINE] => Sirrah, give place. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, urge you your petitions in the street? [1] => Come to the Capitol. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POPILIUS [LINE] => I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => What enterprise, Popilius? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POPILIUS [LINE] => Fare you well. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => What said Popilius Lena? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. [1] => I fear our purpose is discovered. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. [1] => Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, [2] => Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, [3] => For I will slay myself. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cassius, be constant: [1] => Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; [2] => For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus. [1] => He draws Mark Antony out of the way. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, [1] => And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => He is address'd: press near and second him. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are we all ready? What is now amiss [1] => That Caesar and his senate must redress? ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => METELLUS CIMBER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, [1] => Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat [2] => An humble heart,-- ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must prevent thee, Cimber. [1] => These couchings and these lowly courtesies [2] => Might fire the blood of ordinary men, [3] => And turn pre-ordinance and first decree [4] => Into the law of children. Be not fond, [5] => To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood [6] => That will be thaw'd from the true quality [7] => With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words, [8] => Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning. [9] => Thy brother by decree is banished: [10] => If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him, [11] => I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. [12] => Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause [13] => Will he be satisfied. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => METELLUS CIMBER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is there no voice more worthy than my own [1] => To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear [2] => For the repealing of my banish'd brother? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar; [1] => Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may [2] => Have an immediate freedom of repeal. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => What, Brutus! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon: [1] => As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, [2] => To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I could be well moved, if I were as you: [1] => If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: [2] => But I am constant as the northern star, [3] => Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality [4] => There is no fellow in the firmament. [5] => The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, [6] => They are all fire and every one doth shine, [7] => But there's but one in all doth hold his place: [8] => So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men, [9] => And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; [10] => Yet in the number I do know but one [11] => That unassailable holds on his rank, [12] => Unshaked of motion: and that I am he, [13] => Let me a little show it, even in this; [14] => That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd, [15] => And constant do remain to keep him so. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => O Caesar,-- ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => Great Caesar,-- ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Speak, hands for me! ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAESAR [LINE] => Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! [1] => Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some to the common pulpits, and cry out [1] => 'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!' ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => People and senators, be not affrighted; [1] => Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASCA [LINE] => Go to the pulpit, Brutus. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => And Cassius too. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Where's Publius? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA [LINE] => Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => METELLUS CIMBER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's [1] => Should chance-- ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer; [1] => There is no harm intended to your person, [2] => Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, [1] => Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do so: and let no man abide this deed, [1] => But we the doers. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Where is Antony? ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TREBONIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fled to his house amazed: [1] => Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run [2] => As it were doomsday. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fates, we will know your pleasures: [1] => That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time [2] => And drawing days out, that men stand upon. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life [1] => Cuts off so many years of fearing death. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Grant that, and then is death a benefit: [1] => So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged [2] => His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, [3] => And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood [4] => Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: [5] => Then walk we forth, even to the market-place, [6] => And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, [7] => Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!' ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence [1] => Shall this our lofty scene be acted over [2] => In states unborn and accents yet unknown! ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, [1] => That now on Pompey's basis lies along [2] => No worthier than the dust! ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So oft as that shall be, [1] => So often shall the knot of us be call'd [2] => The men that gave their country liberty. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DECIUS BRUTUS [LINE] => What, shall we forth? ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, every man away: [1] => Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels [2] => With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel: [1] => Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down; [2] => And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: [3] => Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; [4] => Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: [5] => Say I love Brutus, and I honour him; [6] => Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him. [7] => If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony [8] => May safely come to him, and be resolved [9] => How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, [10] => Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead [11] => So well as Brutus living; but will follow [12] => The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus [13] => Thorough the hazards of this untrod state [14] => With all true faith. So says my master Antony. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; [1] => I never thought him worse. [2] => Tell him, so please him come unto this place, [3] => He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour, [4] => Depart untouch'd. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => I'll fetch him presently. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I know that we shall have him well to friend. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I wish we may: but yet have I a mind [1] => That fears him much; and my misgiving still [2] => Falls shrewdly to the purpose. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But here comes Antony. [1] => Welcome, Mark Antony. ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter ANTONY ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? [1] => Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, [2] => Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. [3] => I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, [4] => Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: [5] => If I myself, there is no hour so fit [6] => As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument [7] => Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich [8] => With the most noble blood of all this world. [9] => I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, [10] => Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, [11] => Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, [12] => I shall not find myself so apt to die: [13] => No place will please me so, no mean of death, [14] => As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, [15] => The choice and master spirits of this age. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Antony, beg not your death of us. [1] => Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, [2] => As, by our hands and this our present act, [3] => You see we do, yet see you but our hands [4] => And this the bleeding business they have done: [5] => Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; [6] => And pity to the general wrong of Rome-- [7] => As fire drives out fire, so pity pity-- [8] => Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part, [9] => To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: [10] => Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts [11] => Of brothers' temper, do receive you in [12] => With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your voice shall be as strong as any man's [1] => In the disposing of new dignities. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Only be patient till we have appeased [1] => The multitude, beside themselves with fear, [2] => And then we will deliver you the cause, [3] => Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him, [4] => Have thus proceeded. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I doubt not of your wisdom. [1] => Let each man render me his bloody hand: [2] => First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; [3] => Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; [4] => Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; [5] => Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; [6] => Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. [7] => Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say? [8] => My credit now stands on such slippery ground, [9] => That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, [10] => Either a coward or a flatterer. [11] => That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true: [12] => If then thy spirit look upon us now, [13] => Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, [14] => To see thy thy Anthony making his peace, [15] => Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, [16] => Most noble! in the presence of thy corse? [17] => Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, [18] => Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, [19] => It would become me better than to close [20] => In terms of friendship with thine enemies. [21] => Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; [22] => Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, [23] => Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. [24] => O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; [25] => And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. [26] => How like a deer, strucken by many princes, [27] => Dost thou here lie! ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Mark Antony,-- ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon me, Caius Cassius: [1] => The enemies of Caesar shall say this; [2] => Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I blame you not for praising Caesar so; [1] => But what compact mean you to have with us? [2] => Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; [3] => Or shall we on, and not depend on you? ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed, [1] => Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. [2] => Friends am I with you all and love you all, [3] => Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons [4] => Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or else were this a savage spectacle: [1] => Our reasons are so full of good regard [2] => That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, [3] => You should be satisfied. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's all I seek: [1] => And am moreover suitor that I may [2] => Produce his body to the market-place; [3] => And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, [4] => Speak in the order of his funeral. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => You shall, Mark Antony. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brutus, a word with you. [1] => You know not what you do: do not consent [2] => That Antony speak in his funeral: [3] => Know you how much the people may be moved [4] => By that which he will utter? ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside to BRUTUS ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By your pardon; [1] => I will myself into the pulpit first, [2] => And show the reason of our Caesar's death: [3] => What Antony shall speak, I will protest [4] => He speaks by leave and by permission, [5] => And that we are contented Caesar shall [6] => Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies. [7] => It shall advantage more than do us wrong. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => I know not what may fall; I like it not. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body. [1] => You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, [2] => But speak all good you can devise of Caesar, [3] => And say you do't by our permission; [4] => Else shall you not have any hand at all [5] => About his funeral: and you shall speak [6] => In the same pulpit whereto I am going, [7] => After my speech is ended. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be it so. [1] => I do desire no more. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Prepare the body then, and follow us. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, [1] => That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! [2] => Thou art the ruins of the noblest man [3] => That ever lived in the tide of times. [4] => Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! [5] => Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-- [6] => Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, [7] => To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue-- [8] => A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; [9] => Domestic fury and fierce civil strife [10] => Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; [11] => Blood and destruction shall be so in use [12] => And dreadful objects so familiar [13] => That mothers shall but smile when they behold [14] => Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; [15] => All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: [16] => And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, [17] => With Ate by his side come hot from hell, [18] => Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice [19] => Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; [20] => That this foul deed shall smell above the earth [21] => With carrion men, groaning for burial. [22] => You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Servant ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => I do, Mark Antony. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He did receive his letters, and is coming; [1] => And bid me say to you by word of mouth-- [2] => O Caesar!-- ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. [1] => Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, [2] => Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, [3] => Began to water. Is thy master coming? ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome. ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced: [1] => Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, [2] => No Rome of safety for Octavius yet; [3] => Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile; [4] => Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse [5] => Into the market-place: there shall I try [6] => In my oration, how the people take [7] => The cruel issue of these bloody men; [8] => According to the which, thou shalt discourse [9] => To young Octavius of the state of things. [10] => Lend me your hand. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The Forum. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens [1] => Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the pulpit [2] => Exit [3] => Goes into the pulpit [4] => ANTONY comes down [5] => Exeunt Citizens with the body [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then follow me, and give me audience, friends. [1] => Cassius, go you into the other street, [2] => And part the numbers. [3] => Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here; [4] => Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; [5] => And public reasons shall be rendered [6] => Of Caesar's death. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => I will hear Brutus speak. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, [1] => When severally we hear them rendered. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => The noble Brutus is ascended: silence! ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be patient till the last. [1] => Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my [2] => cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me [3] => for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that [4] => you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and [5] => awake your senses, that you may the better judge. [6] => If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of [7] => Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar [8] => was no less than his. If then that friend demand [9] => why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: [10] => --Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved [11] => Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and [12] => die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live [13] => all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; [14] => as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was [15] => valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I [16] => slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his [17] => fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his [18] => ambition. Who is here so base that would be a [19] => bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. [20] => Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If [21] => any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so [22] => vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; [23] => for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => None, Brutus, none. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then none have I offended. I have done no more to [1] => Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of [2] => his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not [3] => extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences [4] => enforced, for which he suffered death. [5] => Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, [6] => though he had no hand in his death, shall receive [7] => the benefit of his dying, a place in the [8] => commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this [9] => I depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the [10] => good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, [11] => when it shall please my country to need my death. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Live, Brutus! live, live! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Bring him with triumph home unto his house. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Give him a statue with his ancestors. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Let him be Caesar. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caesar's better parts [1] => Shall be crown'd in Brutus. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We'll bring him to his house [1] => With shouts and clamours. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => My countrymen,-- ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Peace, silence! Brutus speaks. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Peace, ho! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good countrymen, let me depart alone, [1] => And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: [2] => Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech [3] => Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony, [4] => By our permission, is allow'd to make. [5] => I do entreat you, not a man depart, [6] => Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let him go up into the public chair; [1] => We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => What does he say of Brutus? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He says, for Brutus' sake, [1] => He finds himself beholding to us all. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => This Caesar was a tyrant. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, that's certain: [1] => We are blest that Rome is rid of him. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Peace! let us hear what Antony can say. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => You gentle Romans,-- ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Peace, ho! let us hear him. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; [1] => I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. [2] => The evil that men do lives after them; [3] => The good is oft interred with their bones; [4] => So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus [5] => Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: [6] => If it were so, it was a grievous fault, [7] => And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. [8] => Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest-- [9] => For Brutus is an honourable man; [10] => So are they all, all honourable men-- [11] => Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. [12] => He was my friend, faithful and just to me: [13] => But Brutus says he was ambitious; [14] => And Brutus is an honourable man. [15] => He hath brought many captives home to Rome [16] => Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: [17] => Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? [18] => When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: [19] => Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: [20] => Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; [21] => And Brutus is an honourable man. [22] => You all did see that on the Lupercal [23] => I thrice presented him a kingly crown, [24] => Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? [25] => Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; [26] => And, sure, he is an honourable man. [27] => I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, [28] => But here I am to speak what I do know. [29] => You all did love him once, not without cause: [30] => What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? [31] => O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, [32] => And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; [33] => My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, [34] => And I must pause till it come back to me. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If thou consider rightly of the matter, [1] => Caesar has had great wrong. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Has he, masters? [1] => I fear there will a worse come in his place. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown; [1] => Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => If it be found so, some will dear abide it. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Now mark him, he begins again to speak. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But yesterday the word of Caesar might [1] => Have stood against the world; now lies he there. [2] => And none so poor to do him reverence. [3] => O masters, if I were disposed to stir [4] => Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, [5] => I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, [6] => Who, you all know, are honourable men: [7] => I will not do them wrong; I rather choose [8] => To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, [9] => Than I will wrong such honourable men. [10] => But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; [11] => I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: [12] => Let but the commons hear this testament-- [13] => Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read-- [14] => And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds [15] => And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, [16] => Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, [17] => And, dying, mention it within their wills, [18] => Bequeathing it as a rich legacy [19] => Unto their issue. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; [1] => It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. [2] => You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; [3] => And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar, [4] => It will inflame you, it will make you mad: [5] => 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; [6] => For, if you should, O, what would come of it! ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony; [1] => You shall read us the will, Caesar's will. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will you be patient? will you stay awhile? [1] => I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it: [2] => I fear I wrong the honourable men [3] => Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => They were traitors: honourable men! ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => The will! the testament! ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You will compel me, then, to read the will? [1] => Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, [2] => And let me show you him that made the will. [3] => Shall I descend? and will you give me leave? ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Several Citizens [LINE] => Come down. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Descend. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => You shall have leave. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => A ring; stand round. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Room for Antony, most noble Antony. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Several Citizens [LINE] => Stand back; room; bear back. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. [1] => You all do know this mantle: I remember [2] => The first time ever Caesar put it on; [3] => 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, [4] => That day he overcame the Nervii: [5] => Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: [6] => See what a rent the envious Casca made: [7] => Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; [8] => And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, [9] => Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it, [10] => As rushing out of doors, to be resolved [11] => If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no; [12] => For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: [13] => Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! [14] => This was the most unkindest cut of all; [15] => For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, [16] => Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, [17] => Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; [18] => And, in his mantle muffling up his face, [19] => Even at the base of Pompey's statua, [20] => Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. [21] => O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! [22] => Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, [23] => Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. [24] => O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel [25] => The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. [26] => Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold [27] => Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, [28] => Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => O piteous spectacle! ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => O noble Caesar! ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => O woful day! ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => O traitors, villains! ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => O most bloody sight! ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => We will be revenged. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! [1] => Let not a traitor live! ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Stay, countrymen. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Peace there! hear the noble Antony. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up [1] => To such a sudden flood of mutiny. [2] => They that have done this deed are honourable: [3] => What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, [4] => That made them do it: they are wise and honourable, [5] => And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. [6] => I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: [7] => I am no orator, as Brutus is; [8] => But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, [9] => That love my friend; and that they know full well [10] => That gave me public leave to speak of him: [11] => For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, [12] => Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, [13] => To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; [14] => I tell you that which you yourselves do know; [15] => Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, [16] => And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, [17] => And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony [18] => Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue [19] => In every wound of Caesar that should move [20] => The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => We'll mutiny. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => We'll burn the house of Brutus. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Away, then! come, seek the conspirators. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony! ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: [1] => Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? [2] => Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: [3] => You have forgot the will I told you of. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. [1] => To every Roman citizen he gives, [2] => To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => O royal Caesar! ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Hear me with patience. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Peace, ho! ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, [1] => His private arbours and new-planted orchards, [2] => On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, [3] => And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, [4] => To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. [5] => Here was a Caesar! when comes such another? ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never, never. Come, away, away! [1] => We'll burn his body in the holy place, [2] => And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. [3] => Take up the body. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Go fetch fire. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Pluck down benches. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, [1] => Take thou what course thou wilt! [2] => How now, fellow! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Servant ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Where is he? ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And thither will I straight to visit him: [1] => He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, [2] => And in this mood will give us any thing. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius [1] => Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Belike they had some notice of the people, [1] => How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CINNA the poet [1] => Enter Citizens [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA THE POET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar, [1] => And things unlucky charge my fantasy: [2] => I have no will to wander forth of doors, [3] => Yet something leads me forth. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => What is your name? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Whither are you going? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Where do you dwell? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Are you a married man or a bachelor? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Answer every man directly. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Ay, and briefly. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Ay, and wisely. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Ay, and truly, you were best. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA THE POET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I [1] => dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to [2] => answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and [3] => truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: [1] => you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA THE POET [LINE] => Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => As a friend or an enemy? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA THE POET [LINE] => As a friend. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => That matter is answered directly. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => For your dwelling,--briefly. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA THE POET [LINE] => Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Your name, sir, truly. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA THE POET [LINE] => Truly, my name is Cinna. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA THE POET [LINE] => I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CINNA THE POET [LINE] => I am not Cinna the conspirator. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his [1] => name out of his heart, and turn him going. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands: [1] => to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius' [2] => house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go! ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A house in Rome. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table [1] => Exit LEPIDUS [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEPIDUS [LINE] => I do consent-- ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Prick him down, Antony. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEPIDUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon condition Publius shall not live, [1] => Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. [1] => But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house; [2] => Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine [3] => How to cut off some charge in legacies. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEPIDUS [LINE] => What, shall I find you here? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Or here, or at the Capitol. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is a slight unmeritable man, [1] => Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit, [2] => The three-fold world divided, he should stand [3] => One of the three to share it? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So you thought him; [1] => And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, [2] => In our black sentence and proscription. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Octavius, I have seen more days than you: [1] => And though we lay these honours on this man, [2] => To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, [3] => He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, [4] => To groan and sweat under the business, [5] => Either led or driven, as we point the way; [6] => And having brought our treasure where we will, [7] => Then take we down his load, and turn him off, [8] => Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, [9] => And graze in commons. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You may do your will; [1] => But he's a tried and valiant soldier. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So is my horse, Octavius; and for that [1] => I do appoint him store of provender: [2] => It is a creature that I teach to fight, [3] => To wind, to stop, to run directly on, [4] => His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. [5] => And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; [6] => He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth; [7] => A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds [8] => On abjects, orts and imitations, [9] => Which, out of use and staled by other men, [10] => Begin his fashion: do not talk of him, [11] => But as a property. And now, Octavius, [12] => Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius [13] => Are levying powers: we must straight make head: [14] => Therefore let our alliance be combined, [15] => Our best friends made, our means stretch'd [16] => And let us presently go sit in council, [17] => How covert matters may be best disclosed, [18] => And open perils surest answered. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let us do so: for we are at the stake, [1] => And bay'd about with many enemies; [2] => And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, [3] => Millions of mischiefs. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them [1] => Enter CASSIUS and his powers [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Stand, ho! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Give the word, ho! and stand. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is at hand; and Pindarus is come [1] => To do you salutation from his master. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, [1] => In his own change, or by ill officers, [2] => Hath given me some worthy cause to wish [3] => Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, [4] => I shall be satisfied. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PINDARUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not doubt [1] => But that my noble master will appear [2] => Such as he is, full of regard and honour. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; [1] => How he received you, let me be resolved. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With courtesy and with respect enough; [1] => But not with such familiar instances, [2] => Nor with such free and friendly conference, [3] => As he hath used of old. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast described [1] => A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius, [2] => When love begins to sicken and decay, [3] => It useth an enforced ceremony. [4] => There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; [5] => But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, [6] => Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; [7] => But when they should endure the bloody spur, [8] => They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, [9] => Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; [1] => The greater part, the horse in general, [2] => Are come with Cassius. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hark! he is arrived. [1] => March gently on to meet him. ) [STAGEDIR] => Low march within ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Stand, ho! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Stand, ho! Speak the word along. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => Stand! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Soldier [LINE] => Stand! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Soldier [LINE] => Stand! ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? [1] => And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; [1] => And when you do them-- ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cassius, be content. [1] => Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. [2] => Before the eyes of both our armies here, [3] => Which should perceive nothing but love from us, [4] => Let us not wrangle: bid them move away; [5] => Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, [6] => And I will give you audience. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pindarus, [1] => Bid our commanders lead their charges off [2] => A little from this ground. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man [1] => Come to our tent till we have done our conference. [2] => Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Brutus's tent. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS [1] => Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS [2] => Exit Poet [3] => Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS [4] => Exit LUCIUS [5] => Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper [6] => Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS [7] => VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down [8] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: [1] => You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella [2] => For taking bribes here of the Sardians; [3] => Wherein my letters, praying on his side, [4] => Because I knew the man, were slighted off. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => You wronged yourself to write in such a case. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In such a time as this it is not meet [1] => That every nice offence should bear his comment. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself [1] => Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; [2] => To sell and mart your offices for gold [3] => To undeservers. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I an itching palm! [1] => You know that you are Brutus that speak this, [2] => Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The name of Cassius honours this corruption, [1] => And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Chastisement! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Remember March, the ides of March remember: [1] => Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? [2] => What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, [3] => And not for justice? What, shall one of us [4] => That struck the foremost man of all this world [5] => But for supporting robbers, shall we now [6] => Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, [7] => And sell the mighty space of our large honours [8] => For so much trash as may be grasped thus? [9] => I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, [10] => Than such a Roman. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brutus, bay not me; [1] => I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, [2] => To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, [3] => Older in practise, abler than yourself [4] => To make conditions. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Go to; you are not, Cassius. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => I am. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I say you are not. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; [1] => Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Away, slight man! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Is't possible? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear me, for I will speak. [1] => Must I give way and room to your rash choler? [2] => Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; [1] => Go show your slaves how choleric you are, [2] => And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? [3] => Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch [4] => Under your testy humour? By the gods [5] => You shall digest the venom of your spleen, [6] => Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, [7] => I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, [8] => When you are waspish. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Is it come to this? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You say you are a better soldier: [1] => Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, [2] => And it shall please me well: for mine own part, [3] => I shall be glad to learn of noble men. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; [1] => I said, an elder soldier, not a better: [2] => Did I say 'better'? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => If you did, I care not. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => I durst not! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => No. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => What, durst not tempt him! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => For your life you durst not! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not presume too much upon my love; [1] => I may do that I shall be sorry for. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have done that you should be sorry for. [1] => There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, [2] => For I am arm'd so strong in honesty [3] => That they pass by me as the idle wind, [4] => Which I respect not. I did send to you [5] => For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: [6] => For I can raise no money by vile means: [7] => By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, [8] => And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring [9] => From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash [10] => By any indirection: I did send [11] => To you for gold to pay my legions, [12] => Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? [13] => Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? [14] => When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, [15] => To lock such rascal counters from his friends, [16] => Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; [17] => Dash him to pieces! ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => I denied you not. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => You did. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did not: he was but a fool that brought [1] => My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart: [2] => A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, [3] => But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I do not, till you practise them on me. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => You love me not. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I do not like your faults. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => A friendly eye could never see such faults. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A flatterer's would not, though they do appear [1] => As huge as high Olympus. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, [1] => Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, [2] => For Cassius is aweary of the world; [3] => Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; [4] => Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed, [5] => Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, [6] => To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep [7] => My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, [8] => And here my naked breast; within, a heart [9] => Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: [10] => If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; [11] => I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: [12] => Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, [13] => When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better [14] => Than ever thou lovedst Cassius. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sheathe your dagger: [1] => Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; [2] => Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. [3] => O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb [4] => That carries anger as the flint bears fire; [5] => Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, [6] => And straight is cold again. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hath Cassius lived [1] => To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, [2] => When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => And my heart too. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => O Brutus! ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => What's the matter? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have not you love enough to bear with me, [1] => When that rash humour which my mother gave me [2] => Makes me forgetful? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, [1] => When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, [2] => He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) [1] => There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet [2] => They be alone. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => How now! what's the matter? ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For shame, you generals! what do you mean? [1] => Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; [2] => For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence! ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: [1] => What should the wars do with these jigging fools? [2] => Companion, hence! ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Away, away, be gone. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders [1] => Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you [1] => Immediately to us. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Lucius, a bowl of wine! ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => I did not think you could have been so angry. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of your philosophy you make no use, [1] => If you give place to accidental evils. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Ha! Portia! ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => She is dead. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so? [1] => O insupportable and touching loss! [2] => Upon what sickness? ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Impatient of my absence, [1] => And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony [2] => Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death [3] => That tidings came;--with this she fell distract, [4] => And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => And died so? ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Even so. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => O ye immortal gods! ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine. [1] => In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. [1] => Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; [2] => I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come in, Titinius! [1] => Welcome, good Messala. [2] => Now sit we close about this taper here, [3] => And call in question our necessities. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit LUCIUS [1] => Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Portia, art thou gone? ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more, I pray you. [1] => Messala, I have here received letters, [2] => That young Octavius and Mark Antony [3] => Come down upon us with a mighty power, [4] => Bending their expedition toward Philippi. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => With what addition? ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That by proscription and bills of outlawry, [1] => Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, [2] => Have put to death an hundred senators. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therein our letters do not well agree; [1] => Mine speak of seventy senators that died [2] => By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Cicero one! ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cicero is dead, [1] => And by that order of proscription. [2] => Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => No, Messala. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Nothing, Messala. ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => That, methinks, is strange. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours? ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => No, my lord. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: [1] => For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala: [1] => With meditating that she must die once, [2] => I have the patience to endure it now. ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Even so great men great losses should endure. ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have as much of this in art as you, [1] => But yet my nature could not bear it so. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, to our work alive. What do you think [1] => Of marching to Philippi presently? ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => I do not think it good. ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Your reason? ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This it is: [1] => 'Tis better that the enemy seek us: [2] => So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, [3] => Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, [4] => Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. [1] => The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground [2] => Do stand but in a forced affection; [3] => For they have grudged us contribution: [4] => The enemy, marching along by them, [5] => By them shall make a fuller number up, [6] => Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged; [7] => From which advantage shall we cut him off, [8] => If at Philippi we do face him there, [9] => These people at our back. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Hear me, good brother. ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Under your pardon. You must note beside, [1] => That we have tried the utmost of our friends, [2] => Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe: [3] => The enemy increaseth every day; [4] => We, at the height, are ready to decline. [5] => There is a tide in the affairs of men, [6] => Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; [7] => Omitted, all the voyage of their life [8] => Is bound in shallows and in miseries. [9] => On such a full sea are we now afloat; [10] => And we must take the current when it serves, [11] => Or lose our ventures. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, with your will, go on; [1] => We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The deep of night is crept upon our talk, [1] => And nature must obey necessity; [2] => Which we will niggard with a little rest. [3] => There is no more to say? ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more. Good night: [1] => Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. ) ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lucius! [1] => My gown. [2] => Farewell, good Messala: [3] => Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius, [4] => Good night, and good repose. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LUCIUS [1] => Exit LUCIUS ) ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my dear brother! [1] => This was an ill beginning of the night: [2] => Never come such division 'tween our souls! [3] => Let it not, Brutus. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Every thing is well. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Good night, my lord. ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Good night, good brother. ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => TITINIUS [1] => MESSALA ) [LINE] => Good night, Lord Brutus. ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, every one. [1] => Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exeunt all but BRUTUS [1] => Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown ) ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Here in the tent. ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, thou speak'st drowsily? [1] => Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. [2] => Call Claudius and some other of my men: [3] => I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. ) ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Varro and Claudius! ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VARRO [LINE] => Calls my lord? ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; [1] => It may be I shall raise you by and by [2] => On business to my brother Cassius. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VARRO [LINE] => So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; [1] => It may be I shall otherwise bethink me. [2] => Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; [3] => I put it in the pocket of my gown. ) ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => I was sure your lordship did not give it me. ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. [1] => Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, [2] => And touch thy instrument a strain or two? ) ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Ay, my lord, an't please you. ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It does, my boy: [1] => I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. ) ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => It is my duty, sir. ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I should not urge thy duty past thy might; [1] => I know young bloods look for a time of rest. ) ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => I have slept, my lord, already. ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; [1] => I will not hold thee long: if I do live, [2] => I will be good to thee. [3] => This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber, [4] => Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, [5] => That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night; [6] => I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee: [7] => If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; [8] => I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. [9] => Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down [10] => Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [11] => How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? [12] => I think it is the weakness of mine eyes [13] => That shapes this monstrous apparition. [14] => It comes upon me. Art thou any thing? [15] => Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, [16] => That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? [17] => Speak to me what thou art. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Music, and a song [1] => Enter the Ghost of CAESAR ) ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GHOST [LINE] => Thy evil spirit, Brutus. ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Why comest thou? ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GHOST [LINE] => To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Well; then I shall see thee again? ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GHOST [LINE] => Ay, at Philippi. ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. [1] => Now I have taken heart thou vanishest: [2] => Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. [3] => Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Ghost ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => The strings, my lord, are false. ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He thinks he still is at his instrument. [1] => Lucius, awake! ) ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => My lord? ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => My lord, I do not know that I did cry. ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing? ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Nothing, my lord. ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius! [1] => Fellow thou, awake! ) [STAGEDIR] => To VARRO ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VARRO [LINE] => My lord? ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLAUDIUS [LINE] => My lord? ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => VARRO [1] => CLAUDIUS ) [LINE] => Did we, my lord? ) [144] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Ay: saw you any thing? ) [145] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VARRO [LINE] => No, my lord, I saw nothing. ) [146] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLAUDIUS [LINE] => Nor I, my lord. ) [147] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go and commend me to my brother Cassius; [1] => Bid him set on his powers betimes before, [2] => And we will follow. ) ) [148] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => VARRO [1] => CLAUDIUS ) [LINE] => It shall be done, my lord. ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The plains of Philippi. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army [1] => Enter a Messenger [2] => March [3] => Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others [4] => Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army [5] => BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: [1] => You said the enemy would not come down, [2] => But keep the hills and upper regions; [3] => It proves not so: their battles are at hand; [4] => They mean to warn us at Philippi here, [5] => Answering before we do demand of them. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know [1] => Wherefore they do it: they could be content [2] => To visit other places; and come down [3] => With fearful bravery, thinking by this face [4] => To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; [5] => But 'tis not so. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prepare you, generals: [1] => The enemy comes on in gallant show; [2] => Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, [3] => And something to be done immediately. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Octavius, lead your battle softly on, [1] => Upon the left hand of the even field. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Why do you cross me in this exigent? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => I do not cross you; but I will do so. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => They stand, and would have parley. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. [1] => Make forth; the generals would have some words. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Stir not until the signal. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Not that we love words better, as you do. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: [1] => Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart, [2] => Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!' ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Antony, [1] => The posture of your blows are yet unknown; [2] => But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, [3] => And leave them honeyless. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Not stingless too. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, yes, and soundless too; [1] => For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, [2] => And very wisely threat before you sting. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers [1] => Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: [2] => You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, [3] => And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet; [4] => Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind [5] => Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself: [1] => This tongue had not offended so to-day, [2] => If Cassius might have ruled. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat, [1] => The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look; [2] => I draw a sword against conspirators; [3] => When think you that the sword goes up again? [4] => Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds [5] => Be well avenged; or till another Caesar [6] => Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, [1] => Unless thou bring'st them with thee. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So I hope; [1] => I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, [1] => Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, [1] => Join'd with a masker and a reveller! ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Old Cassius still! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, Antony, away! [1] => Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: [2] => If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; [3] => If not, when you have stomachs. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! [1] => The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Standing forth ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Messala! ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Standing forth ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Messala, [1] => This is my birth-day; as this very day [2] => Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: [3] => Be thou my witness that against my will, [4] => As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set [5] => Upon one battle all our liberties. [6] => You know that I held Epicurus strong [7] => And his opinion: now I change my mind, [8] => And partly credit things that do presage. [9] => Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign [10] => Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd, [11] => Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; [12] => Who to Philippi here consorted us: [13] => This morning are they fled away and gone; [14] => And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites, [15] => Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us, [16] => As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem [17] => A canopy most fatal, under which [18] => Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Believe not so. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I but believe it partly; [1] => For I am fresh of spirit and resolved [2] => To meet all perils very constantly. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Even so, Lucilius. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, most noble Brutus, [1] => The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may, [2] => Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! [3] => But since the affairs of men rest still incertain, [4] => Let's reason with the worst that may befall. [5] => If we do lose this battle, then is this [6] => The very last time we shall speak together: [7] => What are you then determined to do? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even by the rule of that philosophy [1] => By which I did blame Cato for the death [2] => Which he did give himself, I know not how, [3] => But I do find it cowardly and vile, [4] => For fear of what might fall, so to prevent [5] => The time of life: arming myself with patience [6] => To stay the providence of some high powers [7] => That govern us below. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, if we lose this battle, [1] => You are contented to be led in triumph [2] => Thorough the streets of Rome? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, [1] => That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; [2] => He bears too great a mind. But this same day [3] => Must end that work the ides of March begun; [4] => And whether we shall meet again I know not. [5] => Therefore our everlasting farewell take: [6] => For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! [7] => If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; [8] => If not, why then, this parting was well made. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! [1] => If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; [2] => If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know [1] => The end of this day's business ere it come! [2] => But it sufficeth that the day will end, [3] => And then the end is known. Come, ho! away! ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. The field of battle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills [1] => Unto the legions on the other side. [2] => Let them set on at once; for I perceive [3] => But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing, [4] => And sudden push gives them the overthrow. [5] => Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. ) [STAGEDIR] => Loud alarum ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS [1] => Enter PINDARUS [2] => Exit [3] => Dies [4] => Exit [5] => Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA [6] => Kills himself [7] => Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS [8] => Low alarums [9] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! [1] => Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: [2] => This ensign here of mine was turning back; [3] => I slew the coward, and did take it from him. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; [1] => Who, having some advantage on Octavius, [2] => Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, [3] => Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PINDARUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; [1] => Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord [2] => Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; [1] => Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => They are, my lord. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Titinius, if thou lovest me, [1] => Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, [2] => Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, [3] => And here again; that I may rest assured [4] => Whether yond troops are friend or enemy. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => I will be here again, even with a thought. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; [1] => My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, [2] => And tell me what thou notest about the field. [3] => This day I breathed first: time is come round, [4] => And where I did begin, there shall I end; [5] => My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news? ) [STAGEDIR] => PINDARUS ascends the hill ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PINDARUS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Above ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => What news? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PINDARUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Above ) [1] => With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; [2] => Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. [3] => Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too. [4] => He's ta'en. [5] => And, hark! they shout for joy. ) [STAGEDIR] => Shout ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CASSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come down, behold no more. [1] => O, coward that I am, to live so long, [2] => To see my best friend ta'en before my face! [3] => Come hither, sirrah: [4] => In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; [5] => And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, [6] => That whatsoever I did bid thee do, [7] => Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath; [8] => Now be a freeman: and with this good sword, [9] => That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom. [10] => Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; [11] => And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, [12] => Guide thou the sword. [13] => Caesar, thou art revenged, [14] => Even with the sword that kill'd thee. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => PINDARUS descends [1] => PINDARUS stabs him ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PINDARUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, I am free; yet would not so have been, [1] => Durst I have done my will. O Cassius, [2] => Far from this country Pindarus shall run, [3] => Where never Roman shall take note of him. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius [1] => Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, [2] => As Cassius' legions are by Antony. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => These tidings will well comfort Cassius. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Where did you leave him? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All disconsolate, [1] => With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Is not that he that lies upon the ground? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => He lies not like the living. O my heart! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Is not that he? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, this was he, Messala, [1] => But Cassius is no more. O setting sun, [2] => As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, [3] => So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; [4] => The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; [5] => Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! [6] => Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. [1] => O hateful error, melancholy's child, [2] => Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men [3] => The things that are not? O error, soon conceived, [4] => Thou never comest unto a happy birth, [5] => But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet [1] => The noble Brutus, thrusting this report [2] => Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it; [3] => For piercing steel and darts envenomed [4] => Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus [5] => As tidings of this sight. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hie you, Messala, [1] => And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [2] => Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? [3] => Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they [4] => Put on my brows this wreath of victory, [5] => And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts? [6] => Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing! [7] => But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; [8] => Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I [9] => Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace, [10] => And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. [11] => By your leave, gods:--this is a Roman's part [12] => Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit MESSALA ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Titinius' face is upward. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CATO [LINE] => He is slain. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! [1] => Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords [2] => In our own proper entrails. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CATO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brave Titinius! [1] => Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are yet two Romans living such as these? [1] => The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! [2] => It is impossible that ever Rome [3] => Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears [4] => To this dead man than you shall see me pay. [5] => I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. [6] => Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body: [7] => His funerals shall not be in our camp, [8] => Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; [9] => And come, young Cato; let us to the field. [10] => Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on: [11] => 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night [12] => We shall try fortune in a second fight. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others [1] => Exit [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CATO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? [1] => I will proclaim my name about the field: [2] => I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! [3] => A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; [4] => I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; [1] => Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O young and noble Cato, art thou down? [1] => Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; [2] => And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => Yield, or thou diest. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Only I yield to die: [1] => There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [2] => Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. ) [STAGEDIR] => Offering money ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => We must not. A noble prisoner! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Soldier [LINE] => Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll tell the news. Here comes the general. [1] => Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter ANTONY ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Where is he? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: [1] => I dare assure thee that no enemy [2] => Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: [3] => The gods defend him from so great a shame! [4] => When you do find him, or alive or dead, [5] => He will be found like Brutus, like himself. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, [1] => A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; [2] => Give him all kindness: I had rather have [3] => Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, [4] => And see whether Brutus be alive or dead; [5] => And bring us word unto Octavius' tent [6] => How every thing is chanced. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS [1] => Whispers [2] => Whispers [3] => Alarum still [4] => Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!' [5] => Dies [6] => Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLITUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord, [1] => He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; [1] => It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLITUS [LINE] => What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Peace then! no words. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLITUS [LINE] => I'll rather kill myself. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Hark thee, Dardanius. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DARDANIUS [LINE] => Shall I do such a deed? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLITUS [LINE] => O Dardanius! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DARDANIUS [LINE] => O Clitus! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLITUS [LINE] => What ill request did Brutus make to thee? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DARDANIUS [LINE] => To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLITUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now is that noble vessel full of grief, [1] => That it runs over even at his eyes. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIUS [LINE] => What says my lord? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, this, Volumnius: [1] => The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me [2] => Two several times by night; at Sardis once, [3] => And, this last night, here in Philippi fields: [4] => I know my hour is come. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIUS [LINE] => Not so, my lord. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. [1] => Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; [2] => Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [3] => It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, [4] => Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, [5] => Thou know'st that we two went to school together: [6] => Even for that our love of old, I prithee, [7] => Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. ) [STAGEDIR] => Low alarums ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIUS [LINE] => That's not an office for a friend, my lord. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLITUS [LINE] => Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. [1] => Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; [2] => Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen, [3] => My heart doth joy that yet in all my life [4] => I found no man but he was true to me. [5] => I shall have glory by this losing day [6] => More than Octavius and Mark Antony [7] => By this vile conquest shall attain unto. [8] => So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue [9] => Hath almost ended his life's history: [10] => Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [11] => That have but labour'd to attain this hour. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLITUS [LINE] => Fly, my lord, fly. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence! I will follow. [1] => I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: [2] => Thou art a fellow of a good respect; [3] => Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: [4] => Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, [5] => While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => STRATO [LINE] => Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, good Strato. [1] => Caesar, now be still: [2] => I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. ) [STAGEDIR] => Runs on his sword ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => What man is that? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => STRATO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: [1] => The conquerors can but make a fire of him; [2] => For Brutus only overcame himself, [3] => And no man else hath honour by his death. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, [1] => That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. [1] => Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => STRATO [LINE] => Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Do so, good Messala. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => How died my master, Strato? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => STRATO [LINE] => I held the sword, and he did run on it. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MESSALA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Octavius, then take him to follow thee, [1] => That did the latest service to my master. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANTONY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This was the noblest Roman of them all: [1] => All the conspirators save only he [2] => Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; [3] => He only, in a general honest thought [4] => And common good to all, made one of them. [5] => His life was gentle, and the elements [6] => So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up [7] => And say to all the world 'This was a man!' ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OCTAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => According to his virtue let us use him, [1] => With all respect and rites of burial. [2] => Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, [3] => Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. [4] => So call the field to rest; and let's away, [5] => To part the glories of this happy day. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )