Julius Caesar(裘力斯·凯撒)

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THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESAR

JULIUS CAESAR

William Shakespeare

1599

THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESAR

ACT I.

THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESAR

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 long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be

aught toward the general good, Set honor in one eye and death i' the other

And I will look on both indifferently. For let the gods so speed me as I

love The name of honor more than I fear death. CASSIUS. I know that

virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favor. Well,

honor is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men

Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be

In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar, so were you;

We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as

well as he. For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing

with her shores, Caesar said to me, "Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in

with me into this angry flood And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,

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Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow. So indeed he did.

The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside

And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the

point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink! I, as Aeneas

our great ancestor Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old

Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this

man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature and must

bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he

was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake.

'Tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their color fly, And

that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his luster. I did

hear him groan. Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him

and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, "Give me some drink,

Titinius," As a sick girl. Ye gods! It doth amaze me A man of such a feeble

temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm

alone. Shout. Flourish. BRUTUS. Another general shout! I do believe that

these applauses are For some new honors that are heap'd on Caesar.

CASSIUS. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus,

and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find

ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates:

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves that we are

underlings. Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that "Caesar"? Why

should that name be sounded more than yours? 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, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as

"Caesar." Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth

this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!

Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an

age since the great flood But it was famed with more than with one man?

When could they say till now that talk'd of Rome That her wide walls

encompass'd but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,

When there is in it but one only man. O, you and I have heard our fathers

say There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd The eternal devil to

keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. BRUTUS. That you do love me,

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I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim. How

I have thought of this and of these times, I shall recount hereafter; for this

present, I would not, so with love I might entreat you, Be any further

moved. What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will

with patience hear, and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such

high things. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Brutus had rather

be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard

conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. CASSIUS. I am glad that my

weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

Re-enter Caesar and his Train.

BRUTUS. The games are done, and Caesar is returning. CASSIUS.

As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, And he will, after his sour

fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note today. BRUTUS. I will

do so. But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,

And all the rest look like a chidden train: Calpurnia's cheek is pale, and

Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes As we have seen him in

the Capitol, Being cross'd in conference by some senators. CASSIUS.

Casca will tell us what the matter is. CAESAR. Antonio! ANTONY.

Caesar? 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. ANTONY. Fear him not,

Caesar; he's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman and well given.

CAESAR. Would he were fatter! But I fear him not, Yet if my name were

liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare

Cassius. He reads much, He is a great observer, and he looks Quite

through the deeds of men. He loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he

hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he

mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at

anything. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a

greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather

tell thee what is to be fear'd Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar.

Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou

think'st of him. Sennet. Exeunt Caesar and all his Train but Casca.

CASCA. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me? BRUTUS.

THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESAR

Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanced today That Caesar looks so sad.

CASCA. Why, you were with him, were you not? BRUTUS. I should not

then ask Casca what had chanced. CASCA. Why, there was a crown

offered him, and being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,

thus, and then the people fell ashouting. BRUTUS. What was the second

noise for? CASCA. Why, for that too. CASSIUS. They shouted thrice.

What was the last cry for? CASCA. Why, for that too. BRUTUS. Was the

crown offered him thrice? CASCA. Ay, marry, wast, and he put it by thrice,

every time gentler than other, and at every putting by mine honest

neighbors shouted. CASSIUS. Who offered him the crown? CASCA. Why,

Antony. BRUTUS. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. CASCA. I can

as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it. It was mere foolery; I did not

mark it. 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. Then he 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. 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 chopped hands and threw up their sweaty nightcaps 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 opening my lips and

receiving the bad air. CASSIUS. But, soft, I pray you, what, did Caesars

wound? CASCA. He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at mouth

and was speechless. BRUTUS. 'Tis very like. He hath the falling sickness.

CASSIUS. No, Caesar hath it not, but you, and I, And honest Casca, we

have the falling sickness. CASCA. I know not what you mean by that, but

I am sure Caesar fell down. If the tagrag people did not clap him and hiss

him according as he pleased and displeased them, as they use to do the

players in the theatre, I am no true man. BRUTUS. What said he when he

came unto himself? CASCA. Marry, before he fell down, when he

perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me

ope his doublet and offered them his throat to cut. An had been a man of

any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might

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go to hell among the rogues. And so he fell. When he came to himself

again, he said, if he had done or said anything amiss, he desired their

worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches where I stood

cried, "Alas, good soul!" and forgave him with all their hearts. But there's

no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they

would have done no less. BRUTUS. And after that he came, thus sad,

away? CASCA. Ay. CASSIUS. Did Cicero say anything? CASCA. Ay, he

spoke Greek. CASSIUS. To what effect? CASCA. Nay, an I tell you that,

I'll 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. I could tell you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling

scarfs off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was

more foolery yet, if could remember it. CASSIUS. Will you sup with me

tonight, Casca? CASCA. No, I am promised forth. CASSIUS. Will you

dine with me tomorrow? CASCA. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold,

and your dinner worth the eating. CASSIUS. Good, I will expect you.

CASCA. Do so, farewell, both. Exit. BRUTUS. What a blunt fellow is this

grown to be! He was quick mettle when he went to school. CASSIUS. So

is he now in execution Of any bold or noble enterprise, However he puts

on this tardy form. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives

men stomach to digest his words With better appetite. BRUTUS. And so it

is. For this time I will leave you. Tomorrow, if you please to speak with

me, I will come home to you, or, if you will, Come home to me and I will

wait for you. CASSIUS. I will do so. Till then, think of the world. Exit

Brutus. Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see Thy honorable mettle may

be wrought From that it is disposed; therefore it is meet That noble minds

keep ever with their likes; For who so firm that cannot be seduced? Caesar

doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus. If I were Brutus now and he were

Cassius, He should not humor me. I will this night, In several hands, in at

his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens, Writings, all

tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his name, wherein

obscurely Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at. And after this let Caesar

seat him sure; For we will shake him, or worse days endure. Exit.

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