'All Rome was wild with joy.
'Julius Caesar, having conquered his great rival, Pompey,
'has returned in triumph, the mler of the world. '
Caesar.
Speak. Caesar is tumed to hear.
Beware the Ides of March.
What says! thou to me now? Speak on again.
Beware the Ides of March.
Ha-ha. He is a dreamer
Let us leave him. Pass.
Brutus.
I have not from your eyes that gentleness and showofloveaslwaswontto have.
Poor Brutus, with himself at war, forgets the shows of love to other men
What means this shouting?
I do fear the people choose Caesar for their king.
Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so.
I would not, Cassius. And yet I love him well.
Why, man, he doth beslride the narrow world like a Colossus
And we petty men walk under his huge legs
And peep about to find ourselves dishonourable graves.
What should be in that Caesar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Caesar is reluming.
- Antonius. - Caesar?
Let me have men about me that are fat
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o'nights
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look
He thinks too much - such men are dangerous.
Fear him not, Caesar. He's not dangerous. He's a noble Roman and well given.
Would he were fatter.
Casca, tall us what hath chanced today that Caesar looks so sad?
Why, there was a crown offered him
He put it by but to my thinking he would feign have had ii.
- Who offered him the crown? - Mark Antony.
- What was the second noise for? - Why, then he put it by again
But to my thinking he was very loathe to lay his fingers off it
As he refused it, the rabblement hooted and uttered such a deal of stinking breath
that it had almost choked Caesar, for he fell down at it.
- 'Tis very lilue: he hath the falling sickness. - No, Caesar hath it not
But you and I and honest Cases, we have the falling sickness.
I know not what you mean by that. Farewell, both.
Till then, think of the world.
'Nell, Brutus, thou art noble, yet I see
'Thy honourable metal may be wrought
'For who so firm that nnol be seduced?
- Who's there? - A Roman.
- Casca, by your voice - Cassius!
What night is this? Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
They say the senators tomorrow mean to establish Caesar as a king.
I know where I will wear this dagger then
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
So I.
Stand close a while!
'Tis Cinna. He is a friend.
Cassius, if you could but win the noble Brutus to our party.
Good Cinna, take this paper and throw this in at his window
Three parts of him is ours already
And the man entire upon the next enunter yields him ours.
'It must be by his death.
'And for my part, I know no personal use to spum at him but for the general
'He would be crowned. How that might change his nature.
'Crown him? That. And then I grant we put a sling in him.
'Therefore, think of him as a serpenfs egg and kill him in the shell. '
The taper bumelh in your closet, sir
Searching the window for a ﬂint, I found this paper.
Is not tomorrow, boy, the Ides of March?
Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.
Go to the gale. Somebody knocks.
"'Brutus, thou sleep'st
"Awake and see thyself
"Speak. Strike. Redress. '
'Between the acting of a dreadful thing and the first motion
'All the interim is like a phantasma, or a hideous dream. '
Good morrow, Brutus.
Know I these men that me along with you?
Yes, every man of them.
Give me your hands, all over, one by one.
Shall no man else be touched, but only Caesar?
Decius, well urged
It is not meal Mark Antony, so well-beloved of Caesar, should outlive Caesar.
Our course will seem too bloody, to cut the head off and than hack the limbs
Let's be sacrifirs, but not butchers, Cassius
And for Mark Antony, think not of him.
- Yet I fear him. - Let him not die.
But it is doubtful yet whether Caesar will come forth today or no
For he is superstitious grown of late.
Never fear that. I n o'ersway him
And I will bring him to the pilal.
'Tis time to part.
Bmlus, my lord.
Wherefore rise you now?
Dear my lord, make me acquainted with your use of grief.
Portia, I am not wall in health, and that is all.
No, my Brutus. You have some sick of fence within your mind
And upon my knees I charm you, by all your vows of love
That you unfold to me why you are heavy
And what men tonight have had resort to you.
Kneel not, gentle Portia.
I should not need if you were gentle Brutus
Dwell I but in the suburbs of your good pleasure?
If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot not his wife.
You are my true and honourable wife
And by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart.
What mean you, Caesar? You shall not stir out of your house today.
Caesar shall forth.
I never stood on ceremonies, yet new they fright me
There is one within recounts most horrid sights.
These predictions are to the world in general as to Caesar.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but on.
Alas, my lord! Your wisdom is consumed in confidence
Call it my fear that keeps you in the house, and not your own.
For thy humour, I will slay at home.
Oh!
Caesar! All hail!
Decius, you are me in very happy time to bear my greetings to the senators
And tell them that I will not me today.
Most mighty Caesar! Let me know some use!
The use is in my will; I will not me
That is enough to satisfy the Senate.
But because I love you, I will let you know
Calphumia here, my wife, stays me at home
She dreamt to-night she saw my statue
Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts
Did run pure blood, and many lusty Romans
Came smiling and did bathe their hands in ii.
This dream is all misinterpreted
It signifies that from you, great Rome shall suck reviving blood.
Ah. And this way have you well expounded it.
And know it now - the Senate have concluded
To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar
If you shall send them word you will not come, their minds may change.
How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphumia?
I go.
Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!
The Ides of March are me.
Aye, Caesar
But not gone.
I wish your enterprise today may thrive.
I fear our purpose is discovered
Brutus! What shall be done?
Cassius, be constant
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes
For look, he smiles and Caesar doth not change.
Casca, you are the first that raise your hand.
- Most high! Most mighty! - Oh, Caesar!
Pardon, Caesar! Caesar, pardon!
I kiss thy hand but not in ﬂattery, Caesar.
- What, Brutus? - Great Caesar!
Hen! Wilt thou liﬂ up Olympus?
Speak, hands, for me!
Et tu, Brute?
Then fall, Caesar.
Liberty! Freedom!
Tyranny is dead!
Liberty! Freedom!
Fly ndll Stand still!
Ambition's debt is paid!
Then walk we forth, even to the market pla
Let's all cry, 'Pea, freedom and liberty!'
Where is Mark Antony?
Welcome, Mark Antony.
Oh, mighty Caesar. Dost thou lie so low?
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, who else must be let blood
If I myself, there is no hour so fit as Caesar's death hour.
O, Antony, beg not your death of us.
Your voice shall be as strong as any man's in the disposing of new dignities.
We will deliver you the use why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him
Have thus proceeded.
I doubt not of your wisdom
And am, moreover, suitor that I may
Produce his body to the marlcart-place
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend
Speak in the order of his funeral.
I will myself into the pulpit first
And show the reason of our Caesar's death.
I know not what may fall. I like it not.
Romans, countrymen and lovers, hear me for my use.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding pi of earth
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood
Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war!
As Caesar loved me, I weep for him
As he was valiant, I honour him
But as he mas ambitious, I slew him!
I have the same dagger for myself
When it shall please my country to need my death.
- Live, Brutus! - Brutus, live!
Live!
Brutus! Brutus!
Bring him with triumph home unto his house!
- Give him a statue! - Lei him be Caesar!
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
I me to bury Caesar, not to praise him
The evil that men do lives after them
The good is oft interred with their bones
So let it be with Caesar
He was my friend, faithful and just to me
But Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honourable man
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff
Yet Brutus says he mas ambitious
You all did see I thrice presented him a kingly crown
Which he did thrice refuse
Was this ambition?
Methinks there is much reason in his saying.
Caesar has had great wrong!
Yet Brutus says he mas ambitious.
I fear there will a worse come in his place
And Brutus is an honourable man.
There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now
Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through
See what a rent the envious Casca.
- Oh, piteous spectacle! - Oh, noble Caesar!
Through this, the well beloved Brutus stabb'd
This mas the most unkindest cut of all.
- Trailaorsl Villains! - We will be rannangedl
- ﬂange:
Now let itwork
Mischief, though art afoot
Talus thou what course thou wilt.
'The conspirators ﬂed from the fury of the people.
'Anyone against whom there was the smallest suspicion
'was ruthlessly put to death by order of Mark Antony and young Octavius,
'Caesar's nephew and heir to his name.
Brutus and Cassius ﬂed into Asia,
'where they raised amiss to march against Antony and Octavius.
'But all was not well between the friends.
Brutus accused Cassius of taking bribes
I an itching palm?
When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
You durst not so have tempted him.
Remember March. The Ides of March. Remember?
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sales?
Do not presume too much upon my love
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
You have done that you should be sorry for.
- You love me not. - Oh, Cassius!
I am sick of many griefs.
Portia is dead.
How 'pod I killing when I cross'd you so?
Upon what sickness?
Impatient of my absence
And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony have made themselves so strong
With this she fell distract and swallowed fire.
Portia! Art thou gone?
No more. I pray Yo"
I have received letters that young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power.
What do you think of marching to Philippi presently?
I do not think it good.
Our use is ripe!
The enemy increaselh every day
We at the height are ready to decline
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the ﬂood, leads on to fortune.
Then, with your will, go on.
We'll along ourselves and meet them at Philippi.
Who mes here?
Art thou anything?
Speak to me what thou art!
Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Why mast thou?
To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Well, then I shall see thee again?
AV
'On the plain of Philippi,
'the armies of Octavius and Mark Antony await the coming battle. '
Octavius, lead your battle softly on
Upon the left hand of the even field.
Upon the right hand, I. Keep thou the left.
- Why do you cross me? - I do not cross you.
But I will do so.
'This is my birthday, as this very day was Cassius bom
'Against my will am I compelled to set upon one battle all our liberties
Now, most noble Brutus, if we lose this battle
Are you contented to be led in triumph through the streets of Rome?
No, Cassius. No.
But this same day must end that work the Ides of March begun
And whether we shall meet again, I know not
For ever and for ever, farewell, Cassius
Ifwe do meet again, why, we shall smile
If not, why, then this parting was well made.
For ever and for ever farewell, Brutus
Ifwe do meet again, we will smile indeed
If not, it is true this parting mas well made.
'All day long, the battle raged.
'At last, the sun went down at Philippi.
'Antony and Octavius were victorious. '
Fly further off, my lord. Mark Antony is in your tents.
This day I breathed first, and where I did begin, there shall I end
Time is me round.
Caesar, thou art revenged, even with the sword that killed thee.
Oh, Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Friends, I owe more tears to this dead man than you shall see me pay
I shall find time, Cassius
I shall find time.
Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves than tarry till they push us
I know my hour is me.
Caesar, now be still
I killed not thee with half so good a will.
How died thy master, Strata?
Brutus only overcame himself, and no man else hath honour by his death.
This was the noblest Roman of them all
All the conspirators, save only he, did that they did in envy of great Caesar
He only, in a general honest thought and mmon good to all, made one of them
His life was gentle
And the elements so mixed in him
That nature might stand up and say to all the world
'This was a man. '