Speeches (Lines) for Clitus
in "Julius Caesar"
Total: 8

1

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Brutus. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

Clitus. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.

2

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(stage directions). Whispers

Clitus. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

3

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Brutus. Peace then! no words.

Clitus. I'll rather kill myself.

4

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Dardanius. Shall I do such a deed?

Clitus. O Dardanius!

5

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Dardanius. O Clitus!

Clitus. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

6

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Dardanius. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

Clitus. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.

7

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(stage directions). Alarum still

Clitus. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

8

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(stage directions). Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'

Clitus. Fly, my lord, fly.