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Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still. If he should stay at home to-day for fear. Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think that or our cause or our performance, Did need an oath; when every drop of blood. Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom. New version of script for enacting Julius Caesar Play by William Shakespeare. To cut the head off and then hack the limbs. Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em: I have made strong proof of my constancy. wherefore rise you now? But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; By your leave, gods:--this is a Roman's part. Either there is a civil strife in heaven. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! For shame, you generals! Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us, As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem. Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Brutus: Grr, I bet they're making Caesar king. (3 credits.) wrong I mine enemies? Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Antony. Fare you, well. Julius Caesar had a son with Cleopatra named Caesarion, or "little Caesar". hear you aught of her in yours? Caesar was stabbed many times during his murder but the physician Antistius determined that only one stab wound was fatal. And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Um, go see how Brutus is, yes, that sounds good. Not that we love words better, as you do. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. Comparing the authoritarian ruler's … You wronged yourself to write in such a case. Ow! My credit now stands on such slippery ground. The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Must end that work the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again I know not. Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. In several hands, in at his windows throw, Writings all tending to the great opinion, That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely. A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence! I had a bad dream. Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 'Tis good. First broadcast on The Wayne and Shuster Hour on CBC Radio in 1954, it was reenacted for their British television debut in 1957 and their first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show in 1958. Antony: He was nice, even if he did kill Caesar. If this be known. And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. Don't do that! Bid him set on his powers betimes before. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome. Despite lukewarm reviews, the play was a consistent sell-out. To this dead man than you shall see me pay. Brutus: Grr. To lock such rascal counters from his friends. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive, commonwealth; as which of you shall not? Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet in all my life, So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie. I should not know you, Brutus. Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body: And come, young Cato; let us to the field. Brutus: Aw, crap. I have, when you have heard what I can say: And know it now: the senate have concluded. To see the strange impatience of the heavens: Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky. Why birds and beasts from quality and kind, Why all these things change from their ordinance, To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find. That every nice offence should bear his comment. To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth? Ye gods, it doth amaze me. They could not find a heart within the beast. Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not? Most noble Antony! Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up. Tear him, tear him! MWAHAHAHA!!!!!! Flavius: C'mon, let's go do some ancient Roman graffiti. Your bad dream probably meant I'm stronger and braver then you and I should go to the Senate today. Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. Then take we down his load, and turn him off. And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's. But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens? That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? Brutus: Me no like kings. In their faces. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats. The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. And he shall wear his crown by sea and land. Brutus: No, that's too disgusting. And let me show you him that made the will. Bring me to Octavius. Be gone! Dwell I but in the suburbs. In states unborn and accents yet unknown! YAY #2! I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest. To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Revenge! It seems to me most strange that men should fear; They would not have you to stir forth to-day. I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. That needs must light on this ingratitude. I am glad on 't. Cinna: Hi, my name is Cinna, I'm an alcoholic. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile. That plays thee music? That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. O, I grow faint. And, since the quarrel. I know where I will wear this dagger then; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass. Anthony: Ready to go kill people? In terms of friendship with thine enemies. My spirit from mine eyes! Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest. Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone; And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open, The breast of heaven, I did present myself. offered it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his, fingers off it. Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls, That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear, Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain. That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? But for the general. To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads. My ancestors did from the streets of Rome. To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. Portia is dead. This is Julius Caesar, one of the world s greatest leaders and ruler of the Roman Empire. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. Caesar must bleed for it! Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. Caesar killed Pompey! O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. As well as I do know your outward favour. Should me kill King Caesar? Upon the word. And swim to yonder point?' And sudden push gives them the overthrow. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for? Both meet to hear and answer such high things. Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar. thus; and then the people fell a-shouting. Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. Yet now they fright me. Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee: If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health. If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. But I fear him not: So soon as that spare Cassius. Mulvaney talked about bringing back senators stabbing Julius Caesar Credit: Reuters. Casca: They're gonna make Caesar king! occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus. Seek! Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet. Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. Artemidorus calls to Caesar, urging him to read the paper containing his warning, but Caesar refuses to read it. Then he. Goodbye, cruel world! This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him. What meanest thou by that? Hie hence, and tell him so. Being cross'd in conference by some senators. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees. Mischief, thou art afoot. What watchful cares do interpose themselves. Comparing the authoritarian ruler's regime to the American president, Mulvaney said: " [Caesar] started the Leap Year in order to correct the calendar … Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat. And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear. Servant: Can Anthony come in or will you kill him, too? think you to walk forth? The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! I think he will stand very strong with us. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels. 1. And although they scored a … Brutus, what shall be done? Artemidorus: I'll give this letter to Caesar...it says not to go near the bad guys. For the repealing of my banish'd brother? And will he steal out of his wholesome bed. 'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself. The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen. As proper men as ever trod upon. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. Casca: It's raining! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA, Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS, Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA, CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following, CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR, Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. And so it is. And, gentle friends. Had you rather Caesar were living and, die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live. Then it would be too much like an X-Files episode. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. As it hath much prevail'd on your condition. When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome. Kill! What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What means this shouting? That wasn't me! Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. what, Lucius! Whither am I going? Brutus: Ha! Which is a great way growing on the south. Lucius! With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. his eyes are red as fire with weeping. See Brutus at his house: three parts of him. Low alarums. Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, These couchings and these lowly courtesies, To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends. mend me, thou saucy fellow! Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. No man bears sorrow better. look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. Site navigation: all free men? You have some sick offence within your mind. O you flatterers! Cassius: Let's talk without all the soldiers listening. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Caesar at the heels. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees. But men may construe things after their fashion. fire-brands: to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'. His private arbours and new-planted orchards. Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors; But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--, Among which number, Cassius, be you one--. Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine, The three-fold world divided, he should stand. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? This shall make. Besides, it were a mock, When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams. The will, the will! And bring me word what he doth say to thee. iRubric: Julius Caesar Scene Skit Rubric - B47WCB: RCampus Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid. Caesar: Why? There is tears for his love; joy for his, fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his, ambition. When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? into more work. If I know this, know all the world besides. AAAAH! awake your senses, that you may the better judge. to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. Home will you stay awhile? And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Who's that? and forgave him with all their hearts: but, there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? A friendly eye could never see such faults. No place will please me so, no mean of death. Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold. Would run to these and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg. And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! That he is grown so great? I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face. They that have done this deed are honourable: What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. Oh, and by the way, Brutus sucks, vote for me. Shrunk to this little measure? Hear Antony. Till each man drop by lottery. Cassius: Brutus, what's wrong? Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. he fell. Caesar: If I do that, I won't die heroically, and we won't have a plot. But you should vote for me in next election! Fire! What, I, my lord? What mean you, Caesar? Slay! Burn! Whiles they behold a greater than themselves. I found Mustang News “Rinse the Blood off my Toga,” a skit about Julius Caesar but set to a gangster murder mystery theme and dialogue. Come, brands ho! Have stood against the world; now lies he there. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Friends am I with you all and love you all, Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons. A professionally edited one-hour version of Shakespeare’s play, ‘Julius Caesar’ that is royalty-free to Drama Notebook members! thou art fled to brutish beasts. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. To find out you. [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come. Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Live a thousand years. Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar, What is my name? Antony claims allegiance to Brutus and the conspirators after Caesar’s … Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius. Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Brutus: Hmm, yes. [Within] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet. There was more foolery yet, if I could, Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner. they murder Caesar!' And I will strive with things impossible; Yea, get the better of them. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. You have done that you should be sorry for. No, not that many! THAT WAS A DIFFERENT CINNA! you durst not so have tempted him. But that he sees the Romans are but sheep: Those that with haste will make a mighty fire. One of the most detailed examples of superstition in Julius Caesar is the storm in Act 1 scene 3. For your part. Belike they had some notice of the people. And it shall please me well: for mine own part. You didn't give me any money from the bribes you took. Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! For my part, I have walk'd about the streets. Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey: I wonder none of you have thought of him. Do you confess so much? As, by our hands and this our present act. To young Octavius of the state of things. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel. Anthony: We have to kill him, and him, and him, and him.... Brutus: Me wonder if Cassius still likes me.... who comes here? But this same day. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of, Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar, was no less than his. Though it do split you; for, from this day forth. Sennet. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! You can buy the Arden text of this play from the Amazon.com online bookstore: Julius Caesar (Arden Shakespeare) Entire play in one page. Peace, peace! The gods defend him from so great a shame! Anthony: Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears! I do fear, the people. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men. Don't be mad! Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. When you are over-earnest with your Brutus. Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; You know that you are Brutus that speak this. Yet, stay awhile; Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse, According to the which, thou shalt discourse. In these turbulent political times, Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar has renewed relevance. You shall not stir out of your house to-day. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar. And so. The sketch recasts the Shakespearean historical tragedy as a detective story with gangster overtones. We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I have not from your eyes that gentleness, You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand. Seek none, conspiracy; For if thou path, thy native semblance on. Much Ado About Nothing In One Hour 19 characters. Othello The Text William Garrett. Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk. He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. The comedian evoked quite a reaction when he compared "powerful maniac" Julius Caesar to Donald Trump, telling the SNL audience an assassination would be interesting to try. I have heard, Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus. answer me directly. Cinna: No! Here comes the general. While I do run upon it. Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience. The very last time we shall speak together: Which he did give himself, I know not how, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent, The time of life: arming myself with patience, To stay the providence of some high powers. Now they are almost on him. A street. How hard it is for women to keep counsel! Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March! Contact the author. In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night. Am I a married man or a bachelor? Give him these letters. But it was famed with more than with one man? Caesar should be a beast without a heart. For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--. That noble minds keep ever with their likes; Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus: If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius. And then the end is known. good morrow, worthy Caesar: And tell them that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius. Cassius: Good. Come, ho! A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius. And so bestow these papers as you bade me. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me? They were villains, murderers: the will! But speak all good you can devise of Caesar. Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous; Would he were fatter! Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army. Noble, noble Cassius. Give me a bowl of wine. Chose the Act & Scene from the list below to read Julius Caesar translated into modern English. Cicero: Wimp. Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (First Folio title: The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar) is a history play and tragedy by William Shakespeare first performed in 1599. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar. we will hear Caesar's will. To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at. But if these, To kindle cowards and to steel with valour. You shall read us the will, Caesar's will. But in ourselves, that we are underlings. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. About! Read the NoSweatShakespeare Modern Julius Caesar ebook for free! Soft! Hmmm.... Lions with toils and men with flatterers; He says he does, being then most flattered. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Need some impromptu costumes for Julius Caesar or Coriolanus? Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Of the dank morning? If you don't, he'll be the star of the play and not you. how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! Far from this country Pindarus shall run. YAY #3!] I did not think you could have been so angry. Brutus: Me kill King Caesar because me think kings bad. There is no stir or walking in the streets; In favour's like the work we have in hand. Let us go. And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Plucking the entrails of an offering forth. Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Caesar fell down. You will compel me, then, to read the will? Brutus: Hmm...people come who want Brutus to kill King Caesar...hmmm.... Cassius: Are you going to help us kill Caesar? Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. You shall confess that you are both deceived. These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing, Who else would soar above the view of men. I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it: Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, He bears too great a mind. 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night. No, not for all the world. You look pale and gaze. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? But there's but one in all doth hold his place: So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. He murdered Caesar! Act 2, Scene 1: Rome. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. He should not humour me. 'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness. Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius. How ill this taper burns! Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. The name of honour more than I fear death. Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Here lies the east: doth not the day break here? Which should perceive nothing but love from us. As that same ague which hath made you lean. And bid me give it thee? Why are you breathless? Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now. Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood. Julius Caesar was an able administrator and a famous general. Me kill King Caesar. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world. And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot; Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? And bears with glasses, elephants with holes. Nor for yours neither. Strato, where is thy master? Sirrah, what news? I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools? To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you. Caesar, all hail! To wear a kerchief! Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus. And then he offered it the third, time; he put it the third time by: and still as he, refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their, chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because, Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked, Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and, for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of. Brutus: You should be nice to Cimber. Wilt thou, Strato? And this the bleeding business they have done: Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; Hath done this deed on Caesar. For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance. Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS, Sennet. Your ear is good. He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour. (Everyone stabs Caesar; Brutus last, mostly because he's so slow he couldn't figure out what they were doing till they were all done) The soothsayer answers, "Aye, Caesar, but not gone." Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; I did not: he was but a fool that brought. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! “It is a leap year, as I said. Weighing the youthful season of the year. That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar. My master's man. Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough. Cassius: Brutus, you're so wonderful! Then just make your skit about the soothsayer trying to warn Caesar and Caesar ignoring the warning and getting whacked. Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan. 'Shall Rome, & c.' Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him. CATO Brave Titinius! If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live; If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. Would you were not sick! To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. He sees the soothsayer and reminds the man that "The ides of March are come." Most noble Caesar! That carries anger as the flint bears fire; To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus. Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the, face again: but those that understood him smiled at, one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own, part, it was Greek to me. And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. Besides the things that we have heard and seen. How like a deer, strucken by many princes. For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, A common slave--you know him well by sight--, Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn. These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd. Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us, Him and his worth and our great need of him. How I had moved them. I will this night. neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork. For this time I will leave you: To-morrow, if you please to speak with me. This is scary! why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: --Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved, Rome more. Was Cassius born. Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Retreat. Is not that he t hat lies upon the ground? A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; That mothers shall but smile when they behold. That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, Know you how much the people may be moved. [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me. I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter. Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine. This day I breathed first: time is come round. - Have everyone else be the other conspirators in on the killing. The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. Shall I descend? Fare thee well. Because I knew the man, were slighted off. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour. Good Volumnius. Ha, ha! [127] His successors did attempt the conquests of Parthia and Germania, but without lasting results. Brutus: You can make a speech at the funeral if you say we're nice. At your best leisure, this his humble suit. Brutus: Me think us should attack. We'll revenge his death. Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions. Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper. What, Pindarus! What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. O, he lights too. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; And no man else hath honour by his death. Fare you well, my lord. Don't be mad! I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke. He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold. The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat. Such as he is, full of regard and honour. Think of this life; but, for my single self, We both have fed as well, and we can both. Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. Hello, cruel Caesar! It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep, And could it work so much upon your shape. This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Give me thy hand, Messala: And partly credit things that do presage. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony, Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death. who comes here? I will come home to you; or, if you will. Now let it work. Hold, my hand: Be factious for redress of all these griefs, Now know you, Casca, I have moved already, Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim: How I have thought of this and of these times. That keeps you in the house, and not your own. Must I observe you? Speak no more of her. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. Peace, ho! Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door. You're gonna die! Which sometime hath his hour with every man. Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it: And these does she apply for warnings, and portents. Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word. What, Rome? these things are beyond all use. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him, Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause, Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear. A friend of Caesar. There is one within. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Act 1, Scene 3: The same. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord. Brave son, derived from honourable loins! loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. I will do so: till then, think of the world. In ranks and squadrons and right form of war. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil. Lucius: You've Got Visitors! Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every, time gentler than other, and at every putting-by. Set in the Roman … What conquest brings he home? Come to our tent till we have done our conference. The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins. (Photo by Christopher Smith/Invision/AP) Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel: And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke. On this side Tiber; he hath left them you. Thou know'st that we two went to school together: Even for that our love of old, I prithee. Citizens: Kill him! The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well. So call the field to rest; and let's away. That lowliness is young ambition's ladder. And show the reason of our Caesar's death: Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies. Who will go with me? O error, soon conceived. O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Tell him, so please him come unto this place. Why, farewell, Portia. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! Julius Caesar had been preparing to invade Parthia, the Caucasus, and Scythia, and then march back to Germania through Eastern Europe. name out of his heart, and turn him going. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! WAH! Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Ghost of Caesar: You're gonna die! That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar. I saw Mark, Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown, neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told, you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my, thinking, he would fain have had it. They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades. Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. What touches us ourself shall be last served. Cassius: Right, gotcha, bye now. Me and Jacoby had to do a skit for english to either act out the lives of ppl in Caesar's life to tell his story or to do something to summarize his life up. O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. Cassius: Not if I get there first.... Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Casca: Maybe so, but I know something you don't know! They're not my friends, you are, forever and ever! But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound? Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf. Brutus: Hmm, it says Brutus should kill King Caesar. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. But what trade art thou? Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius! Set honour in one eye and death i' the other. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Some two months hence up higher toward the north, He first presents his fire; and the high east, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,--. Us only kill King Caesar! Remember March, the ides of March remember: Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. It is no matter; Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Portia, what mean you? I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Brutus: Dangit. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. BRUTUS's orchard. speak once again. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius. Cassius: Ummmm...If you keep talking like that I'll kill myself! And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Give guess how near to day. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced: Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome. If thou beest not immortal. A friend of Antony's. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night: Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out. If then that friend demand. So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers. For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing? Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning. Crown him?--that;--. Fast asleep? Act 1, Scene 2: A public place. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar. I would not, so with love I might entreat you, I will with patience hear, and find a time. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands; Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear. Make forth; the generals would have some words. Why ask you? Cry 'Caesar!' Poor soul! For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! Proceed; directly. A piece of work that will make sick men whole. Come now, keep thine oath; Now be a freeman: and with this good sword. Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice. Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March! Hark, hark! Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck, Reviving blood, and that great men shall press. The cause is in my will: I will not come; Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans. I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head. Often there was a comedy skit performed by the act that appeared more often on the show than any other, the duo of Toronto natives Johnny Wayne and Frank Shuster, who were on the show an incredible 67 times. The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. (3 credits.) Give me your hand first. My answer back. Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; This morning are they fled away and gone; And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites. That your best friends shall wish I had been further. Well, to our work alive. [People: YAY! If you shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change. And dip their napkins in his sacred blood. Send word to you he would be there to-morrow. I will be here again, even with a thought. Who is here so base that would be a. bondman? Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March? Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Me wuv you, Cassius, even though you killed my best friend! Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. ___ Five-Minute Shakespeare Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword--, Without annoying me: and there were drawn, Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; Bending their expedition toward Philippi. He wrote new laws and changed and improved how to rule provinces of the empire. Senators who wanted a constitutional republic conspired against Caesar, […] Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. We must die, Messala: Even so great men great losses should endure. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. O Rome, I make thee promise: If the redress will follow, thou receivest. Brutus: Get ready to go to battle. Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been? Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, What rubbish and what offal, when it serves, Where hast thou led me? Here it is, I think. They were concerned that Julius Caesar ign… That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Have had to resort to you: for here have been, Some six or seven, who did hide their faces. Brutus: She's dead. when comes such another? Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears. I charm you, by my once-commended beauty, By all your vows of love and that great vow. Which, by the right and virtue of my place. We shouldn't! dang, I hate Latin.... (dies) Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument, Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich. Anthony: I swear I didn't mean it, Caesar! must I stand and crouch. Cinna: Y'know, if we could get Brutus to help, we could kill -- BRUTUS goes into the pulpit, Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body, Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS, Drum. awake, I say! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. Who's within? Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. To speak and strike? So Brutus should be found. Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. And Cassius is dead. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: That Tiber trembled underneath her banks. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him? What’s so special about NoSweatShakespeare’s modern English translation of Julius Caesar? And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. Shall Rome, & c. Speak, strike, redress! How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, So well as Brutus living; but will follow, Thorough the hazards of this untrod state. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. our fathers' minds are dead. I perhaps speak this. Former Saturday Night Live host John Mulaney came under fire this weekend for his Julius Caesar-inspired joke about "stabbing Trump." For we will shake him, or worse days endure. Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone: I would have had thee there, and here again. O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit. Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms. He was quick mettle when he went to school. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Give me the gown. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Me sorry, Cassius! 20-30 characters. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. Anthony: Omigods, they killed Caesar! Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but. Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils. How covert matters may be best disclosed. Me no like kings. Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor. Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe: Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; And we must take the current when it serves. And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue, In every wound of Caesar that should move. I here discard my sickness! Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar. As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night. Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home? He did receive his letters, and is coming; Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. That could be moved to smile at any thing. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: And since you know you cannot see yourself. ', Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence. and why stare you so? Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? Your master, Pindarus. And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. If this were true, then should I know this secret. Brutus: Me tell you tomorrow. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? I pause for a reply. Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here; Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, Romans, countrymen, and lovers! must I endure all this? Look; When think you that the sword goes up again? Me like Caesar. The multitude, beside themselves with fear. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. Most noble! To seek you at your house. That hurt! That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Dear my lord. The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus. Got a comment on this fiver? Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged; From which advantage shall we cut him off. Me know something you don't know! And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink! And let our hearts, as subtle masters do. How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so? Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no; That unicorns may be betray'd with trees. by Aragorngirl: Marullus: Grr, I'm so mad at Caesar...Bad Caesar! And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds. The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. More than his reason. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Y'know, after we kill him, I think we should cut him up, and mangle him, and eat his entrails, and then maybe we should kill Anthony, and -- I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. A month in the calendar is named after him - July, for Julius Caesar. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? Claudius! And when I ask'd you what the matter was. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Write a Scene in Comic Form. Which we will niggard with a little rest. BRUTUS Are yet two Romans living such as these? what do you mean? The question of, his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not, extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences. To be exalted with the threatening clouds: Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. You've ungently, Brutus. Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; Let but the commons hear this testament--, Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--, And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds. Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony. I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was, valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I, slew him. You shall digest the venom of your spleen. Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit. Caesar: No. Should breed thy fellow. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? And thither will I straight to visit him: Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world. And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass. He reads much; Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit. If any, speak; for him have I offended. That heaven hath infused them with these spirits, To make them instruments of fear and warning, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person. Now, in the names of all the gods at once. Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees, Then, lest he may, prevent. Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral. Ergo, no disclaimers are necessary. In tough detective-story style, private eye Flavius Maximus (Wayne) pursued Brutus (Shuster) for the murder of Julius Caesar. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I, meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's, matters, but with awl. First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. One character, in particular, Casca, is overwhelmed by what he sees. Of late with passions of some difference. I could tell you more, news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs, off Caesar's images, are put to silence. For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! Those that have known the earth so full of faults. With all true faith. thou naughty knave, what trade? Cassius: What? when it shall please my country to need my death. UN-DISCLAIMER: Nothing here is copyrighted by Paramount Pictures, and Will Shakespeare is long dead. For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers. When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd. How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world. Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Where I left reading? I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, I will not do them wrong; I rather choose. Source: A Subtle Revelry. Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. 'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not, Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus. Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd. I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. With untired spirits and formal constancy: Boy! That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth. Five-Minute Julius Caesar. ___ ___ Five-Minute Julius Caesar. To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? His ascent to power is filled with sacrifice, murder and betrayal. But since the affairs of men rest still incertain. Cassius: So how's your wife doing? Two several times by night; at Sardis once. Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; And common good to all, made one of them. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? To mask thy monstrous visage? Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand. Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; But, woe the while! Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man. He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth; Which, out of use and staled by other men. Caesar boils down one of the skits he performed, and he and Liebman wrote, for the 1948 Broadway revue Make Mine Manhattan. one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; All my engagements I will construe to thee. Age, thou art shamed! Let's stay and hear the will. Come home to me, and I will wait for you. Cassius: So, um, you don't want Caesar to be king, hm? When these prodigies, 'These are their reasons; they are natural;', For, I believe, they are portentous things. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note. I'll tell the news. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,', As a sick girl. The things that are not? Major Characters Julius Caesar: Leader of Rome, who is about to be crowned by the Senate, and is killed by a conspiracy for fear he will become a tyrant. That made them do it: they are wise and honourable. So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world 'This was a man!'. Hotel Aqcuisition Marketing liz_howe. Denzel Washington in 'Julius Caesar' In 2005, Denzel Washington whipped up applause on Broadway as Marcus Brutus in 'Julius Caesar.' Brutus' Army: Fight fight fight, kill kill kill, la la la.... And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? These clever “laurel” wreaths are made from plastic spoons! OW! These plans were thwarted by his assassination. And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! He was my friend, faithful and just to me: He hath brought many captives home to Rome. Will you be patient? Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords. It must be by his death: and for my part. Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech. And, dying, mention it within their wills. Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--. Are then in council; and the state of man. Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place. When it is lighted, come and call me here. The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam. ', Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber. Conspirators: Ha ha, we did it, we did it, we did it! A flatterer's would not, though they do appear. Brutus: Hm. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain. I'm very smart, you know. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me. Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech. See whether their basest metal be not moved; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. I'll about. Why, then, lead on. A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so far. Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. under Julius Caesar. STOP THROWING YOUR EARS AT ME! I know that we shall have him well to friend. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines. The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now. Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar; To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed. 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