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◈ The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (줄리어스 시저) ◈

◇ Act I ◇

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 1. Act I, Scene 1
 2. Act I, Scene 2
 3. Act I, Scene 3

1. Act I, Scene 1

0 Rome. A street.
 
1 Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners
 
2 Flavius.
3       Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:
4       Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
5       Being mechanical, you ought not walk
6       Upon a labouring day without the sign
7       Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
8 First Commoner.
9       Why, sir, a carpenter.
10 Marullus.
11       Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
12       What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
13       You, sir, what trade are you?
14 Second Commoner.
15       Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but,
16       as you would say, a cobbler.
17 Marullus.
18       But what trade art thou? answer me directly.
19 Second Commoner.
20       A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe
21       conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
22 Marullus.
23       What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
24 Second Commoner.
25       Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,
26       if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
27 Marullus.
28       What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
29 Second Commoner.
30       Why, sir, cobble you.
31 Flavius.
32       Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
33 Second Commoner.
34       Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I
35       meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's
36       matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon
37       to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I
38       recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
39       neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.
40 Flavius.
41       But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
42       Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
43 Second Commoner.
44       Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself
45       into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday,
46       to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
47 Marullus.
48       Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
49       What tributaries follow him to Rome,
50       To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
51       You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
52       O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
53       Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
54       Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
55       To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
56       Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
57       The livelong day, with patient expectation,
58       To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
59       And when you saw his chariot but appear,
60       Have you not made an universal shout,
61       That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
62       To hear the replication of your sounds
63       Made in her concave shores?
64       And do you now put on your best attire?
65       And do you now cull out a holiday?
66       And do you now strew flowers in his way
67       That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone!
68       Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
69       Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
70       That needs must light on this ingratitude.
71 Flavius.
72       Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
73       Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
74       Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
75       Into the channel, till the lowest stream
76       Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
77       [Exeunt all the Commoners]
78       See whether their basest metal be not moved;
79       They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
80       Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
81       This way will I disrobe the images,
82       If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
83 Marullus.
84       May we do so?
85       You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
86 Flavius.
87       It is no matter; let no images
88       Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
89       And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
90       So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
91       These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
92       Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
93       Who else would soar above the view of men
94       And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
 
95 Exeunt
 

2. Act I, Scene 2

0 A public place.
 
1 [Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer]
 
2 Caesar.
3       Calpurnia!
4 Casca.
5       Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
6 Caesar.
7       Calpurnia!
8 Calpurnia.
9       Here, my lord.
10 Caesar.
11       Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
12       When he doth run his course. Antonius!
13 Antony.
14       Caesar, my lord?
15 Caesar.
16       Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
17       To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
18       The barren, touched in this holy chase,
19       Shake off their sterile curse.
20 Antony.
21       I shall remember:
22       When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.
23 Caesar.
24       Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
 
25 Flourish
 
26 Soothsayer.
27       Caesar!
28 Caesar.
29       Ha! who calls?
30 Casca.
31       Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!
32 Caesar.
33       Who is it in the press that calls on me?
34       I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
35       Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
36 Soothsayer.
37       Beware the ides of March.
38 Caesar.
39       What man is that?
40 Brutus.
41       A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
42 Caesar.
43       Set him before me; let me see his face.
44 Cassius.
45       Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
46 Caesar.
47       What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
48 Soothsayer.
49       Beware the ides of March.
50 Caesar.
51       He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
 
52 Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS
 
53 Cassius.
54       Will you go see the order of the course?
55 Brutus.
56       Not I.
57 Cassius.
58       I pray you, do.
59 Brutus.
60       I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
61       Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
62       Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
63       I'll leave you.
64 Cassius.
65       Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
66       I have not from your eyes that gentleness
67       And show of love as I was wont to have:
68       You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
69       Over your friend that loves you.
70 Brutus.
71       Cassius,
72       Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
73       I turn the trouble of my countenance
74       Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
75       Of late with passions of some difference,
76       Conceptions only proper to myself,
77       Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
78       But let not therefore my good friends be grieved
79       Among which number, Cassius, be you one
80       Nor construe any further my neglect,
81       Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
82       Forgets the shows of love to other men.
83 Cassius.
84       Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
85       By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
86       Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
87       Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
88 Brutus.
89       No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
90       But by reflection, by some other things.
91 Cassius.
92       'Tis just:
93       And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
94       That you have no such mirrors as will turn
95       Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
96       That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
97       Where many of the best respect in Rome,
98       Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
99       And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
100       Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
101 Brutus.
102       Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
103       That you would have me seek into myself
104       For that which is not in me?
105 Cassius.
106       Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
107       And since you know you cannot see yourself
108       So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
109       Will modestly discover to yourself
110       That of yourself which you yet know not of.
111       And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
112       Were I a common laugher, or did use
113       To stale with ordinary oaths my love
114       To every new protester; if you know
115       That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
116       And after scandal them, or if you know
117       That I profess myself in banqueting
118       To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
 
119 Flourish, and shout
 
120 Brutus.
121       What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
122       Choose Caesar for their king.
123 Cassius.
124       Ay, do you fear it?
125       Then must I think you would not have it so.
126 Brutus.
127       I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
128       But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
129       What is it that you would impart to me?
130       If it be aught toward the general good,
131       Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
132       And I will look on both indifferently,
133       For let the gods so speed me as I love
134       The name of honour more than I fear death.
135 Cassius.
136       I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
137       As well as I do know your outward favour.
138       Well, honour is the subject of my story.
139       I cannot tell what you and other men
140       Think of this life; but, for my single self,
141       I had as lief not be as live to be
142       In awe of such a thing as I myself.
143       I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
144       We both have fed as well, and we can both
145       Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
146       For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
147       The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
148       Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
149       Leap in with me into this angry flood,
150       And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
151       Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
152       And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
153       The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
154       With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
155       And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
156       But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
157       Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
158       I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
159       Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
160       The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
161       Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
162       Is now become a god, and Cassius is
163       A wretched creature and must bend his body,
164       If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
165       He had a fever when he was in Spain,
166       And when the fit was on him, I did mark
167       How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;
168       His coward lips did from their colour fly,
169       And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
170       Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
171       Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
172       Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
173       Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Tintinius,'
174       As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
175       A man of such a feeble temper should
176       So get the start of the majestic world
177       And bear the palm alone.
 
178 Shout. Flourish
 
179 Brutus.
180       Another general shout!
181       I do believe that these applauses are
182       For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.
183 Cassius.
184       Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
185       Like a Colossus, and we petty men
186       Walk under his huge legs and peep about
187       To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
188       Men at some time are masters of their fates:
189       The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
190       But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
191       Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
192       Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
193       Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
194       Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
195       Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
196       Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
197       Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
198       Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
199       That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
200       Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
201       When went there by an age, since the great flood,
202       But it was famed with more than with one man?
203       When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
204       That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
205       Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
206       When there is in it but one only man.
207       O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
208       There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
209       The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
210       As easily as a king.
211 Brutus.
212       That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
213       What you would work me to, I have some aim:
214       How I have thought of this and of these times,
215       I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
216       I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
217       Be any further moved. What you have said
218       I will consider; what you have to say
219       I will with patience hear, and find a time
220       Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
221       Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
222       Brutus had rather be a villager
223       Than to repute himself a son of Rome
224       Under these hard conditions as this time
225       Is like to lay upon us.
226 Cassius.
227       I am glad that my weak words
228       Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
229 Brutus.
230       The games are done and Caesar is returning.
231 Cassius.
232       As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
233       And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
234       What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
 
235 Re-enter CAESAR and his Train
 
236 Brutus.
237       I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,
238       The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
239       And all the rest look like a chidden train:
240       Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
241       Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
242       As we have seen him in the Capitol,
243       Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
244 Cassius.
245       Casca will tell us what the matter is.
246 Caesar.
247       Antonius!
248 Antony.
249       Caesar?
250 Caesar.
251       Let me have men about me that are fat;
252       Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
253       Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
254       He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
255 Antony.
256       Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
257       He is a noble Roman and well given.
258 Caesar.
259       Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:
260       Yet if my name were liable to fear,
261       I do not know the man I should avoid
262       So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
263       He is a great observer and he looks
264       Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
265       As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
266       Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
267       As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
268       That could be moved to smile at any thing.
269       Such men as he be never at heart's ease
270       Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
271       And therefore are they very dangerous.
272       I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
273       Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
274       Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
275       And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
 
276 Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA
 
277 Casca.
278       You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
279 Brutus.
280       Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
281       That Caesar looks so sad.
282 Casca.
283       Why, you were with him, were you not?
284 Brutus.
285       I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
286 Casca.
287       Why, there was a crown offered him: and being
288       offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
289       thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
290 Brutus.
291       What was the second noise for?
292 Casca.
293       Why, for that too.
294 Cassius.
295       They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
296 Casca.
297       Why, for that too.
298 Brutus.
299       Was the crown offered him thrice?
300 Casca.
301       Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
302       time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
303       mine honest neighbours shouted.
304 Cassius.
305       Who offered him the crown?
306 Casca.
307       Why, Antony.
308 Brutus.
309       Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
310 Casca.
311       I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:
312       it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark
313       Antony offer him a crown;—yet 'twas not a crown
314       neither, 'twas one of these coronets;—and, as I told
315       you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my
316       thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he
317       offered it to him again; then he put it by again:
318       but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his
319       fingers off it. And then he offered it the third
320       time; he put it the third time by: and still as he
321       refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their
322       chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps
323       and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because
324       Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked
325       Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and
326       for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
327       opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
328 Cassius.
329       But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?
330 Casca.
331       He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at
332       mouth, and was speechless.
333 Brutus.
334       'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.
335 Cassius.
336       No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
337       And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
338 Casca.
339       I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure,
340       Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not
341       clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and
342       displeased them, as they use to do the players in
343       the theatre, I am no true man.
344 Brutus.
345       What said he when he came unto himself?
346 Casca.
347       Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the
348       common herd was glad he refused the crown, he
349       plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his
350       throat to cut. An I had been a man of any
351       occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,
352       I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so
353       he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,
354       If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired
355       their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three
356       or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good
357       soul!' and forgave him with all their hearts: but
358       there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had
359       stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
360 Brutus.
361       And after that, he came, thus sad, away?
362 Casca.
363       Ay.
364 Cassius.
365       Did Cicero say any thing?
366 Casca.
367       Ay, he spoke Greek.
368 Cassius.
369       To what effect?
370 Casca.
371       Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the
372       face again: but those that understood him smiled at
373       one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own
374       part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
375       news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs
376       off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you
377       well. There was more foolery yet, if I could
378       remember it.
379 Cassius.
380       Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
381 Casca.
382       No, I am promised forth.
383 Cassius.
384       Will you dine with me to-morrow?
385 Casca.
386       Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner
387       worth the eating.
388 Cassius.
389       Good: I will expect you.
390 Casca.
391       Do so. Farewell, both.
 
392 Exit
 
393 Brutus.
394       What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
395       He was quick mettle when he went to school.
396 Cassius.
397       So is he now in execution
398       Of any bold or noble enterprise,
399       However he puts on this tardy form.
400       This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
401       Which gives men stomach to digest his words
402       With better appetite.
403 Brutus.
404       And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
405       To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
406       I will come home to you; or, if you will,
407       Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
408 Cassius.
409       I will do so: till then, think of the world.
410       [Exit BRUTUS]
411       Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
412       Thy honourable metal may be wrought
413       From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
414       That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
415       For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
541       Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:
542       If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
543       He should not humour me. I will this night,
544       In several hands, in at his windows throw,
545       As if they came from several citizens,
546       Writings all tending to the great opinion
547       That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
548       Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
549       And after this let Caesar seat him sure;
550       For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
 
551 Exit
 

3. Act I, Scene 3

0 The same. A street.
 
1 [Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO]
 
2 Cicero.
3       Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
4       Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
5 Casca.
6       Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
7       Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
8       I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
9       Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
10       The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
11       To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
12       But never till to-night, never till now,
13       Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
14       Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
15       Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
16       Incenses them to send destruction.
17 Cicero.
18       Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?
19 Casca.
20       A common slaveyou know him well by sight
21       Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
22       Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,
23       Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
24       Besides—I ha' not since put up my sword
25       Against the Capitol I met a lion,
26       Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
27       Without annoying me: and there were drawn
28       Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
29       Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
30       Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
31       And yesterday the bird of night did sit
32       Even at noon-day upon the market-place,
33       Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
34       Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
35       'These are their reasons; they are natural;'
36       For, I believe, they are portentous things
37       Unto the climate that they point upon.
38 Cicero.
39       Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
40       But men may construe things after their fashion,
41       Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
42       Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
43 Casca.
44       He doth; for he did bid Antonius
45       Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.
46 Cicero.
47       Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
48       Is not to walk in.
49 Casca.
50       Farewell, Cicero.
 
51 Exit CICERO
 
52 Enter CASSIUS
 
53 Cassius.
54       Who's there?
55 Casca.
56       A Roman.
57 Cassius.
58       Casca, by your voice.
59 Casca.
60       Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
61 Cassius.
62       A very pleasing night to honest men.
63 Casca.
64       Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
65 Cassius.
66       Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
67       For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
68       Submitting me unto the perilous night,
69       And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
70       Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
71       And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
72       The breast of heaven, I did present myself
73       Even in the aim and very flash of it.
74 Casca.
75       But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
76       It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
77       When the most mighty gods by tokens send
78       Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
79 Cassius.
80       You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
81       That should be in a Roman you do want,
82       Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze
83       And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
84       To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
85       But if you would consider the true cause
86       Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
87       Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
88       Why old men fool and children calculate,
89       Why all these things change from their ordinance
90       Their natures and preformed faculties
91       To monstrous quality,—why, you shall find
92       That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
93       To make them instruments of fear and warning
94       Unto some monstrous state.
95       Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
96       Most like this dreadful night,
97       That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
98       As doth the lion in the Capitol,
99       A man no mightier than thyself or me
100       In personal action, yet prodigious grown
101       And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
102 Casca.
103       'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?
104 Cassius.
105       Let it be who it is: for Romans now
106       Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
107       But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
108       And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
109       Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
110 Casca.
111       Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow
112       Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
113       And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
114       In every place, save here in Italy.
115 Cassius.
116       I know where I will wear this dagger then;
117       Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:
118       Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
119       Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
120       Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
121       Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
122       Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
123       But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
124       Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
125       If I know this, know all the world besides,
126       That part of tyranny that I do bear
127       I can shake off at pleasure.
 
128 Thunder still
 
129 Casca.
130       So can I:
131       So every bondman in his own hand bears
132       The power to cancel his captivity.
133 Cassius.
134       And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
135       Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
136       But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
137       He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
138       Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
139       Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
140       What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
141       For the base matter to illuminate
142       So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
143       Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
144       Before a willing bondman; then I know
145       My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,
146       And dangers are to me indifferent.
147 Casca.
148       You speak to Casca, and to such a man
149       That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:
150       Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
151       And I will set this foot of mine as far
152       As who goes farthest.
153 Cassius.
154       There's a bargain made.
155       Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
156       Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
157       To undergo with me an enterprise
158       Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
159       And I do know, by this, they stay for me
160       In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
161       There is no stir or walking in the streets;
162       And the complexion of the element
163       In favour's like the work we have in hand,
164       Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
165 Casca.
166       Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
167 Cassius.
168       'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
169       He is a friend.
170       [Enter CINNA]
171       Cinna, where haste you so?
172 Cinna.
173       To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
174 Cassius.
175       No, it is Casca; one incorporate
176       To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
177 Cinna.
178       I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this!
179       There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
180 Cassius.
181       Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
182 Cinna.
183       Yes, you are.
184       O Cassius, if you could
185       But win the noble Brutus to our party
186 Cassius.
187       Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,
188       And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
189       Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
190       In at his window; set this up with wax
191       Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
192       Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
193       Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
194 Cinna.
195       All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
196       To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
197       And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
198 Cassius.
199       That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
200       [Exit CINNA]
201       Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
202       See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
203       Is ours already, and the man entire
204       Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
205 Casca.
206       O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:
207       And that which would appear offence in us,
208       His countenance, like richest alchemy,
209       Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
210 Cassius.
211       Him and his worth and our great need of him
212       You have right well conceited. Let us go,
213       For it is after midnight; and ere day
214       We will awake him and be sure of him.
 
【 】Act I
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