Speeches (Lines) for Cassius
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Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar. |
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Will you go see the order of the course? |
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I pray you, do. |
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Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
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Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
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'Tis just:
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Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
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Ay, do you fear it?
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I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
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I am glad that my weak words
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As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
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Casca will tell us what the matter is. |
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They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for? |
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Who offered him the crown? |
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But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound? |
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No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
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Did Cicero say any thing? |
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To what effect? |
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20 |
Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? |
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Will you dine with me to-morrow? |
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Good: I will expect you. |
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So is he now in execution
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I will do so: till then, think of the world.
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Who's there? |
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Casca, by your voice. |
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A very pleasing night to honest men. |
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Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
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You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
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30 |
Let it be who it is: for Romans now
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I know where I will wear this dagger then;
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32 |
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
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33 |
There's a bargain made.
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34 |
'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
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No, it is Casca; one incorporate
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36 |
Am I not stay'd for? tell me. |
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37 |
Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,
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38 |
That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
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Him and his worth and our great need of him
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I think we are too bold upon your rest:
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Yes, every man of them, and no man here
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This, Decius Brutus. |
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This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. |
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44 |
Shall I entreat a word? |
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45 |
And let us swear our resolution. |
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But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
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Then leave him out. |
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Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
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Yet I fear him;
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The clock hath stricken three. |
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But it is doubtful yet,
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Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. |
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The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
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What, urge you your petitions in the street?
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What enterprise, Popilius? |
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He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
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Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
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Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
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Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
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I could be well moved, if I were as you:
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Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
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And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
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Where is Antony? |
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Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
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Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
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So oft as that shall be,
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Ay, every man away:
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I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
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Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
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Mark Antony,— |
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I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
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Brutus, a word with you.
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I know not what may fall; I like it not. |
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Stand, ho! |
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Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. |
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Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
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Pindarus,
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That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
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In such a time as this it is not meet
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I an itching palm!
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Chastisement! |
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Brutus, bay not me;
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I am. |
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Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
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Is't possible? |
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O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? |
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Is it come to this? |
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You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
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When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. |
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I durst not! |
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What, durst not tempt him! |
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Do not presume too much upon my love;
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I denied you not. |
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I did not: he was but a fool that brought
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You love me not. |
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A friendly eye could never see such faults. |
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Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
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Hath Cassius lived
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Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. |
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O Brutus! |
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Have not you love enough to bear with me,
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102 |
How now! what's the matter? |
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Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! |
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104 |
Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. |
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105 |
Away, away, be gone. |
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106 |
And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
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107 |
I did not think you could have been so angry. |
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Of your philosophy you make no use,
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Ha! Portia! |
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110 |
How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
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And died so? |
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O ye immortal gods! |
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113 |
My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
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Portia, art thou gone? |
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Cicero one! |
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116 |
I have as much of this in art as you,
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117 |
I do not think it good. |
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This it is:
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Hear me, good brother. |
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Then, with your will, go on;
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121 |
No more. Good night:
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122 |
O my dear brother!
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123 |
Good night, my lord. |
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124 |
Stand fast, Tintinius: we must out and talk. |
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Antony,
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126 |
Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
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127 |
A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
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128 |
Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
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129 |
Messala! |
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Messala,
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131 |
I but believe it partly;
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132 |
Now, most noble Brutus,
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133 |
Then, if we lose this battle,
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134 |
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
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O, look, Tintinius, look, the villains fly!
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136 |
This hill is far enough. Look, look, Tintinius;
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137 |
Tintinius, if thou lovest me,
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Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
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139 |
What news? |
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Come down, behold no more.
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