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THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESAR
JULIUS CAESAR
William Shakespeare
1599
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ACT I。
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SCENE I。 Rome。 A street。
Enter Flavius； Marullus； and certain Commoners。
FLAVIUS。 Hence； home； you idle creatures； get you home。 Is this a
holiday？ What； know you not； Being mechanical； you ought not walk
Upon a laboring day without the sign Of your profession？ Speak； what
trade art thou？ FIRST COMMONER。 Why； sir； a carpenter。 MARULLUS。
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule？ What dost thou with thy best
apparel on？ You； sir； what trade are you？ SECOND COMMONER。 Truly；
sir； in respect of a fine workman； I am but； as you would say； a cobbler。
MARULLUS。 But what trade art thou？ Answer me directly。 SECOND
COMMONER。 A trade； sir； that； I hope； I may use with a safe conscience；
which is indeed； sir； a mender of bad soles。 MARULLUS。 What trade；
thou knave？ Thou naughty knave； what trade？ SECOND COMMONER。
Nay； I beseech you； sir； be not out with me； yet； if you be out； sir； I can
mend you。 MARULLUS。 What mean'st thou by that？ Mend me； thou
saucy fellow！ SECOND COMMONER。 Why； sir； cobble you。 FLAVIUS。
Thou art a cobbler； art thou？ SECOND COMMONER。 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。 I am indeed； sir； a surgeon to old shoes； when they
are in great danger； I recover them。 As proper men as ever trod upon neat's
leather have gone upon my handiwork。 FLAVIUS。 But wherefore art not
in thy shop today？ Why dost thou lead these men about the streets？
SECOND COMMONER。 Truly； sir； to wear out their shoes to get myself
into more work。 But indeed； sir； we make holiday to see Caesar and to
rejoice in his triumph。 MARULLUS。 Wherefore rejoice？ What conquest
brings he home？ What tributaries follow him to Rome To grace in captive
bonds his chariot wheels？ You blocks； you stones； you worse than
senseless things！ O you hard hearts； you cruel men of Rome； Knew you
not Pompey？ Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and
battlements； To towers and windows； yea； to chimney tops； Your infants in
your arms； and there have sat The livelong day with patient expectation To
see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome。 And when you saw his chariot
but appear； Have you not made an universal shout That Tiber trembled
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underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her
concave shores？ And do you now put on your best attire？ And do you now
cull out a holiday？ And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes
in triumph over Pompey's blood？ Be gone！ Run to your houses； fall upon
your knees； Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light
on this ingratitude。 FLAVIUS。 Go； go； good countrymen； and； for this
fault； Assemble all the poor men of your sort； Draw them to Tiber banks；
and weep your tears Into the channel； till the lowest stream Do kiss the
most exalted shores of all。 Exeunt all Commoners。 See whether their
basest metal be not moved； They vanish tongue…tied in their guiltiness。 Go
you down that way towards the Capitol； This way will I。 Disrobe the
images If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies。 MARULLUS。 May
we do so？ You know it is the feast of Lupercal。 FLAVIUS。 It is no matter；
let no images Be hung with Caesar's trophies。 I'll about And drive away
the vulgar from the streets； So do you too； where you perceive them thick。
These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an
ordinary pitch； Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us
all in servile fearfulness。 Exeunt。
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SCENE II。 A public place。
Flourish。 Enter Caesar； Antony； for the course； Calpurnia； Portia；
Decius； Cicero； Brutus； Cassius； and Casca； a great crowd follows； among
them a Soothsayer。
CAESAR。 Calpurnia！ CASCA。 Peace； ho！ Caesar speaks。 Music
ceases。 CAESAR。 Calpurnia！ CALPURNIA。 Here； my lord。 CAESAR。
Stand you directly in Antonio's way； When he doth run his course。 Antonio！
ANTONY。 Caesar； my lord？ CAESAR。 Forget not in your speed； Antonio；
To touch Calpurnia； for our elders say The barren； touched in this holy
chase； Shake off their sterile curse。 ANTONY。 I shall remember。 When
Caesar says 〃Do this；〃 it is perform'd。 CAESAR。 Set on； and leave no
ceremony out。 Flourish。 SOOTHSAYER。 Caesar！ CAESAR。 Ha！ Who
calls？ CASCA。 Bid every noise be still。 Peace yet again！ CAESAR。 Who
is it in the press that calls on me？ I hear a tongue； shriller than all the
music； Cry 〃Caesar。〃 Speak； Caesar is turn'd to hear。 SOOTHSAYER。
Beware the ides of March。 CAESAR。 What man is that？ BRUTUS。 A
soothsayer you beware the ides of March。 CAESAR。 Set him before me let
me see his face。 CASSIUS。 Fellow； come from the throng； look upon
Caesar。 CAESAR。 What say'st thou to me now？ Speak once again。
SOOTHSAYER。 Beware the ides of March。 CAESAR。 He is a dreamer；
let us leave him。 Pass。 Sennet。 Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius。
CASSIUS。 Will you go see the order of the course？ BRUTUS。 Not I。
CASSIUS。 I pray you； do。 BRUTUS。 I am not gamesome； I do lack some
part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony。 Let me not hinder； Cassius； your
desires； I'll leave you。 CASSIUS。 Brutus； I do observe you now of late； I
have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to
have； You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that
loves you。 BRUTUS。 Cassius； Be not deceived； if I have veil'd my look； I
turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself。 Vexed I am Of
late with passions of some difference； Conceptions only proper to myself；
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors； But let not therefore my
good friends be grieved… Among which number； Cassius； be you one… Nor
construe any further my neglect Than that poor Brutus with himself at war
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Forgets the shows of love to other men。 CASSIUS。 Then； Brutus； I have
much mistook your passion； By means whereof this breast of mine hath
buried Thoughts of great value； worthy cogitations。 Tell me； good Brutus；
can you see your face？ BRUTUS。 No； Cassius； for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection； by some other things。 CASSIUS。 'Tis just； And it is very
much lamented； Brutus； That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your
hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow。 I have
heard Where many of the best respect in Rome； Except immortal Caesar；
speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this age's yoke； Have wish'd
that noble Brutus had his eyes。 BRUTUS。 Into what dangers would you
lead me； Cassius； That you would have me seek into myself For that
which is not in me？ CASSIUS。 Therefore； good Brutus； be prepared to
hear； And since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection；
I your glass Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you
yet know not of。 And be not jealous on me； gentle Brutus； Were I a
common laugher； or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every
new protester； if you know That I do fawn on men and hug them hard And
after scandal them； or if you know That I profess myself in banqueting To
all the rout； then hold me dangerous。 Flourish and shout。 BRUTUS。 What
means this shouting？ I do fear the people Choose Caesar for their king。
CASSIUS。 Ay； do you fear it？ Then must I think you would not have it so。
BRUTUS。 I would not； Cassius； yet I love him well。 But wherefore do you
hold me here so