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Julius Caesar Translation Act one, Scene 2

A trumpet sounds. CAESAR enters, along with ANTONY who is dressed for a traditional foot race, as well equally CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, followed by great crowd of commoners, including a SOOTHSAYER. MURELLUS and FLAVIUS follow after.

CASCA

Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

CASCA

Hey, quiet down! Caesar speaks.

CALPHURNIA

Here, my lord.

CALPHURNIA

Here I am, my lord.

CAESAR

Stand yous directly in Antonius' way When he doth run his course. —Antonius!

CAESAR

Stand directly in Antonius' path every bit he runs the race.

[To ANTONY] Antonius!

ANTONY

Yes, my lord Caesar?

CAESAR

Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To bear on Calphurnia, for our elders say The arid, touchèd in this holy chase, Milkshake off their sterile curse.

CAESAR

Antonius, while you're running don't forget to bear upon Calphurnia. As our elders say, if an infertile adult female is touched during this holy race, she'll escape the curse of sterility.

ANTONY

I shall retrieve. When Caesar says, "exercise this," it is performed.

ANTONY

I will retrieve. When Caesar says "do this," it is done.

CAESAR

Set on, and leave no ceremony out.

CAESAR

Go along, and so, and don't leave out any of the proper rituals.

CAESAR

Hey! Who'due south calling me?

CASCA

Bid every noise be still. Peace withal again.

CASCA

Anybody, exist quiet! Once more, quiet!

CAESAR

Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Weep "Caesar!" —Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.

CAESAR

Who is it in the crowd that'due south calling me? I hear a voice that'due south shriller than any of this music, calling out "Caesar!" Speak. Caesar is listening.

SOOTHSAYER

Beware the ides of March.

SOOTHSAYER

Beware March 15th.

CAESAR

Who is maxim that?

BRUTUS

A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

BRUTUS

A soothsayer tells yous to beware March 15th.

CAESAR

Set him before me. Permit me encounter his face.

CAESAR

Bring him to me. Let me come across his face.

CASSIUS

Boyfriend, come up from the throng. Wait upon Caesar.

CASSIUS

Man, step out of the crowd. Stand before Caesar.

The SOOTHSAYER approaches.

CAESAR

What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.

CAESAR

What are you saying to me now? Say it once more.

SOOTHSAYER

Beware the ides of March.

SOOTHSAYER

Beware March 15th.

CAESAR

He is a dreamer. Allow us leave him. Pass!

CAESAR

He's crazy. Let's exit him. Continue on!

Trumpets play. Everyone exits, except BRUTUS and CASSIUS.

CASSIUS

Will you go see the order of the course?

CASSIUS

Are you going to come watch the race?

CASSIUS

Please, come and watch it.

BRUTUS

I am not gamesome. I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me non hinder, Cassius, your desires. I'll get out y'all.

BRUTUS

I'thou non feeling festive. I lack some of Antony'due south lively, competitive spirit. But don't allow me terminate you from doing what yous want, Cassius. I'll go out you lot alone.

CASSIUS

Brutus, I do find you now of belatedly I have not from your eyes that gentleness And evidence of love as I was wont to have. You acquit too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you.

CASSIUS

Brutus, I've been watching you recently. I've noticed that you seem less friendly toward me than I'm used to. You've been crude and unfriendly to me, your friend who loves you.

BRUTUS

Cassius, Be not deceived. If I accept veiled my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself. Vexèd I am Of late with passions of some departure, Conceptions only proper to myself, Which requite some soil perhaps to my behaviors. But let not therefore, my good friends, exist grieved— Among which number, Cassius, exist you 1— Nor construe any further my neglect Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of beloved to other men.

BRUTUS

Cassius, don't exist fooled. If I seem unfriendly, it'southward considering my troubled looks are actually directed at myself. Lately I've been overwhelmed with individual thoughts and alien emotions, which must take affected my beliefs. But my good friends should non be troubled—and I count you as a adept friend, Cassius. And they should non see anything more in my afar behavior than that poor Brutus—who is at state of war with himself—has forgotten to show amore to others.

CASSIUS

And then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion, By ways whereof this chest of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, tin yous see your face?

CASSIUS

Brutus, I misunderstood your feelings. And for that reason, I kept to myself a number of important thoughts. Good Brutus, tell me, tin can you see your face?

BRUTUS

No, Cassius, for the middle sees not itself Simply by reflection, by another things.

BRUTUS

No, Cassius, because the centre can't run across itself, except in reflections on other surfaces.

CASSIUS

'Tis just. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you take no such mirrors every bit will turn Your subconscious worthiness into your center That you might meet your shadow . I take heard Where many of the best respect in Rome, Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this historic period'due south yoke, Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.

CASSIUS

That's a fact. But it's a shame that you don't have any mirrors in which to view your ain worthiness, Brutus. I've heard many of the near respected Romans—with the exception of immortal Caesar—mention you while complaining of the burden of our electric current government, and wish that your eyes were working ameliorate.

BRUTUS

Into what dangers would you pb me, Cassius, That you would accept me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

BRUTUS

Cassius, what dangers practise you lot want to pb me into, past asking me to wait within myself for something that isn't in me?

CASSIUS

Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear. And since you know you lot cannot run across yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. And exist non 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 yous know That I practise 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, and so hold me unsafe.

CASSIUS

Be prepared to listen, adept Brutus. And since you know the best way to encounter yourself is by reflection, I'll human activity as your mirror and show to you lot the parts of yourself of which you are unaware, without exaggerating. Don't exist suspicious of what I say, noble Brutus. If I were some frivolous fool; or fabricated the same stale vows of friendship to every new friend I met; or if yous knew that I flatter men to their faces only to slander them one time they're gone; or if you learn that I make declarations of friendship to all the mobs of people while at a feast, then, of course, don't believe me.

Trumpets play, and then a shout sounds.

BRUTUS

What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their male monarch.

BRUTUS

What is the meaning of this shouting? I fear the people take made Caesar their king.

CASSIUS

Ay, do yous fear it? Then must I think you would not accept information technology so.

CASSIUS

Really, do you fright that? And so I must gauge that you don't want that to happen.

BRUTUS

I would not, Cassius. Yet I love him well. But wherefore do y'all concur me here so long? What is information technology that yous would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general practiced, Set honor in i eye and death i' th' other, And I will look on both indifferently, For allow the gods so speed me every bit I dear The name of honor more than I fear death.

BRUTUS

I don't, Cassius, even though I dear Caesar dearly. But why do you keep me here and then long? What is it that you want to tell me? If information technology's for the general skilful of Rome, I'd practice anything, fifty-fifty if it meant my decease. May the gods grant me proficient favor just so long as I love honor more I fright expiry.

CASSIUS

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well every bit I do know your outward favor. Well, honour is the discipline of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Retrieve of this life, but, for my unmarried self, I had every bit lief not be every bit live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was built-in costless as Caesar. So were you. We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter'southward cold as well every bit he. For once upon a raw and gusty solar day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me, "Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry inundation And swim to yonder betoken?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plungèd in And bade him follow. So indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing information technology aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could go far the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Assist me, Cassius, or I sink!" I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises acquit, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man Is at present become a god, and Cassius is A wretched fauna 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 marking How he did milkshake. 'Tis truthful, this god did shake! His coward lips did from their color wing, And that same heart whose bend doth awe the earth 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, information technology doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should And then get the start of the majestic world And carry the palm solitary.

CASSIUS

I come across that skilful quality in you, Brutus. It'due south as familiar to me as your appearance. In fact, honor is what I want to discuss with you lot. I don't know what you and other men recollect of this life. But, equally for me, I'd rather non live at all than stand in awe of a man no improve than myself. I was built-in as free as Caesar. And so were yous. We both accept eaten as well, and we can both endure the winter'south cold as well as he. Once, on a harsh and windy day, as the Tiber River swelled against its banks, Caesar said to me, "Cassius, would yous cartel to leap with me into this rough h2o and swim to that afar point?" The moment he said that—though I was nevertheless in my clothes—I jumped in and told him to follow. He did. The water roared, and we fought against it with all our strength, inspired to overcome information technology by our competitive natures. Just before we could reach our destination, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I'll sink!" Only like Aeneas carried on his shoulders his elderly father Anchises from the fires of Troy, I conduct the tired Caesar from the waves of the Tiber. And this human has now go a god, while I am a wretched creature who must bow down if Caesar carelessly nods my fashion . When he was in Spain, Caesar had a fever. And when he was in its grip, I noticed how he shook. It's true, this "god" was shaking! His cowardly lips lost their color, and that aforementioned center whose gaze now terrifies the world lost its gleam. Yes, I heard him groan. And that tongue of his that ordered the Romans to listen to him and transcribe his speeches in their books cried like a sick girl, "Oh, get me a drink, Titinius." Oh, by the gods, information technology amazes me that a man of such weak constitution could get an advantage over the entire world and bear the prize of victory alone.

A shout offstage. Trumpets play.

BRUTUS

Some other general shout! I practice believe that these applauses are For some new honors that are heaped on Caesar.

BRUTUS

More than shouting from the oversupply! I think this applause is for some new honor given to Caesar.

CASSIUS

Why, human being, he doth bestride the narrow globe Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep most To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is non in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar—what should exist 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 get the oral fissure as well. Weigh them, it is as heavy. Conjure with 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit equally shortly as "Caesar." Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown and then not bad? Age, grand fine art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the brood of noble bloods! When went at that place past an age, since the nifty flood, Merely information technology was famed with more than with one man? When could they say till now, that talked of Rome, That her wide walks encompassed but one human? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it just i merely man. Oh, you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus one time that would have brooked Th' eternal devil to proceed his land in Rome Equally easily every bit a male monarch.

CASSIUS

Why, sir, he straddles the narrow earth like a behemothic, and nosotros petty men walk nether his huge legs and peek out just to find our graves, as if we were slaves. Men can be masters of their fate. Brutus, our problem is not destiny, just ourselves. "Brutus" and "Caesar"—what's special about "Caesar?" Why should that name be shouted more than than yours? Write them together—yours looks just equally expert. Say them—yours is just equally pleasant to say. Weigh them—it'south simply as heavy. Do magic with them, and "Brutus" will recall a spirit just likewise as "Caesar." Now, in the name of all the gods, I inquire y'all what meat Caesar has eaten that has made him grow to be so great? The people of our fourth dimension should be aback! Rome has lost the power to raise noble men! When was there an historic period, since the great flood , that didn't comprise more than one famous man? When could anyone speaking of Rome say, before now, that just one human ruled the entire city? Indeed, now Rome only has room for one man. Oh, you and I have heard our fathers say that in one case there was a Brutus—your ancestor—who would have let the devil reign in the Roman Republic before he would permit a king.

BRUTUS

That you exercise dearest me, I am zip jealous. What you would work me to, I have some aim. How I accept thought of this and of these times I shall recount time to come. For this present, I would non, so with love I might entreat you, Be whatsoever further moved. What you lot accept said I will consider, what y'all accept to say I will with patience hear, and detect a fourth dimension Both meet to hear and reply 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 Nether these difficult weather condition as this fourth dimension Is similar to lay upon us.

BRUTUS

I practise not doubtfulness that you dearest me. I'one thousand starting to sympathise what you would like me to practice. I'll tell you what I think well-nigh this and about what's happening in Rome later. For the moment—in the proper noun of our friendship—I would prefer that y'all not try to do any more persuading. I'll recall over what y'all've said; I'll listen patiently to whatever else you have to say; and I'll discover an appropriate time for us to consider and make a decision about such weighty matters. Until and then, my noble friend, recollect about this: I would rather exist some villager than telephone call myself a citizen of Rome during the hard situation these times are likely to put us through.

CASSIUS

I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of burn from Brutus.

CASSIUS

I'grand glad that my weak words have forced even this modest bear witness of passion from y'all.

CAESAR enters with his followers, including CASCA.

BRUTUS

The games are done and Caesar is returning.

BRUTUS

The games are finished, and Caesar is returning.

CASSIUS

As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, And he will, later on his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note today.

CASSIUS

As they pass by, take hold of Casca by the sleeve. In his sour way, he'll tell yous if anything of import happened today.

BRUTUS

I will do and so. Only, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow, And all the rest look similar a chidden train. Calphurnia'southward cheek is pale, and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes As we have seen him in the Capitol Being crossed in conference by some senators.

BRUTUS

I'll exercise and so. Only look there, Cassius. Caesar's face is full of anger while everyone with him look like they've been scolded. Calphurnia'due south face is pale, and Cicero'south eyes are darting and aroused, just as they get when senators argue with him during sessions at the Capitol.

CASSIUS

Casca will tell united states what the matter is.

CASSIUS

Casca will tell united states what's happened.

As CAESAR and ANTONY talk, BRUTUS pulls CASCA by the sleeve.

CAESAR

[aside to ANTONY] Let me have men near me that are fatty, Sleek-headed men and such equally sleep a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks also much. Such men are dangerous.

CAESAR

[To ANTONY so that only he tin can hear] I want the men around me to exist fat, well-groomed men who sleep soundly through the night. Cassius over there has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Men like that are dangerous.

ANTONY

[aside to CAESAR] Fear him non, Caesar. He'south not dangerous. He is a noble Roman and well given.

ANTONY

[To CAESAR then that simply he can hear] Don't be afraid of him, Caesar. He's non dangerous. He'south a noble Roman with an honorable grapheme.

CAESAR

[aside to ANTONY] Would he were fatter! Just I fright him not. Yet if my name were liable to fearfulness, 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 grand dost, Antony . He hears no music. Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at annihilation. Such men as he be never at eye's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very unsafe. I rather tell thee what is to be feared Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar. Come on my correct hand, for this ear is deafened, And tell me truly what g think'st of him.

CAESAR

[To ANTONY so that only he can hear] If only he were fatter! Only I'one thousand not afraid of him. However, if I myself were capable of fearfulness, I don't know of any man I would avoid more than skinny Cassius. He reads a lot. He'due south a skilled observer, and he sees the hidden motives backside men's actions. He doesn't bask plays like y'all do, Antony. He never listens to music. He virtually never smiles. Though when he does smiling, he does information technology as if he'due south mocking the part of himself that could exist inspired to smile by anything . Men like  him tin can never be content every bit long every bit they know that there is someone better and more powerful than they are. And therefore they're very dangerous. I'm telling y'all what should exist feared rather than what I fright, because, after all, I am Caesar. Stride over to my right side, considering my left ear is deaf, and tell me honestly what you call up of Cassius.

Trumpets play. CAESAR exits with all his followers except CASCA.

CASCA

[to BRUTUS] You pulled me by the cloak. Would yous speak with me?

CASCA

[To BRUTUS] You pulled on my cloak. Exercise you want to speak with me?

BRUTUS

Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today That Caesar looks and then sad.

BRUTUS

Yeah, Casca. Tell us what happened today that made Caesar seem and so unhappy.

CASCA

Why, y'all were with him, were you non?

CASCA

Well, weren't y'all with him?

BRUTUS

I should non so enquire Casca what had chanced.

BRUTUS

If I were with him, I wouldn't be asking what happened.

CASCA

Why, in that location was a crown offered him; and, existence offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and and so the people brutal a-shouting.

CASCA

Well, a crown was offered to him, and, when information technology was offered, he pushed it away with the dorsum of his manus, like this—and so the people started shouting.

BRUTUS

What was the second dissonance for?

BRUTUS

What was the 2nd noise for?

CASCA

For that aforementioned thing.

CASSIUS

They shouted thrice. What was the terminal cry for?

CASSIUS

They shouted three times. What was the last cry for?

BRUTUS

Was the crown offered him thrice?

BRUTUS

The crown was offered to him three times?

CASCA

Ay, marry, was 't, and he put it past thrice, every time gentler than other, and at every putting-by mine honest neighbors shouted.

CASCA

Yes, that's right, it was. And he pushed it away three times, but each fourth dimension more gently than the last. And each time he pushed it away, my noble countrymen cheered.

CASSIUS

Who offered him the crown?

CASSIUS

Who offered him the crown?

BRUTUS

Tell us the style of it, gentle Casca.

BRUTUS

Tell the states what it was like, noble Casca.

CASCA

I tin as well be hanged equally tell the way of it. It was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offering him a crown (yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas ane of these coronets) and, every bit I told you lot, he put it past once—but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it . Then he offered it to him again, and so he put it by over 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 past. And still, as he refused information technology, the rabblement hooted and clapped their chopp'd easily 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 swooned and fell down at it. And for mine ain part, I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

CASCA

I'd simply as soon be hanged than describe it! It was all foolishness. I paid no attention. I saw Marking Antony offer him a crown—though information technology wasn't a real crown, it was more like a wreath— and, as I told you, Caesar refused it once. Although, in my stance, he would've gladly taken information technology . T hen Antony offered it to him over again, and Caesar refused information technology over again—though, in my opinion, he didn't want to have his hand off information technology. And so Antony offered it the 3rd time, and Caesar refused it the third fourth dimension. Nonetheless even as he refused it, the masses hooted and clapped their chapped hands, and threw up their sweaty hats, and roared out such a load of stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown that information technology about choked Caesar, who fainted and fell down. As for me, I didn't dare laugh because I feared opening my lips and inhaling the stinking air.

CASSIUS

But soft, I pray you. What, did Caesar swoon?

CASSIUS

Finish for a moment, please. What, did Caesar faint?

CASCA

He fell down in the marketplace, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.

CASCA

He cruel downward in the marketplace and foamed at the mouth and couldn't speak.

BRUTUS

'Tis very like. He hath the falling sickness.

BRUTUS

That'south very probable. He has epilepsy, the falling sickness.

CASSIUS

No, Caesar hath information technology not. But yous and I And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

CASSIUS

No, Caesar doesn't accept information technology. Merely you and I, and honest Casca, nosotros have the falling sickness.

CASCA

I know not what y'all mean by that, but I am sure Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not handclapping him and hiss him co-ordinate as he pleased and displeased them, as they use to practice the players in the theatre, I am no true man.

CASCA

I don't know what y'all mean past that. But I'grand sure Caesar fell down. If the masses didn't clap for him or hiss at him based on whether he pleased or displeased them—just as they do for actors in the theater—then I'k a liar.

BRUTUS

What said he when he came unto himself?

BRUTUS

What did he say when he woke upwards?

CASCA

Marry, before he vicious down, when he perceived the mutual herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his throat to cut. An I had been a human being of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And then he fell. When he came to himself once more, he said, if he had done or said anything amiss, he desired their worships to retrieve it was his infirmity. Three or iv wenches where I stood cried, "Alas, skilful soul!" and forgave him with all their hearts. Only at that place's no heed to exist taken of them. If Caesar had stabbed their mothers they would have done no less.

CASCA

Well, before he fell downward—when he realized the commoners were glad he refused the crown—he pulled open his jacket and offered them his pharynx to cut. If I were a common laborer and didn't take him at his give-and-take and cut his throat, then to hell with me. Then he fainted. When he came to, he said to the crowd that if he'd done or said anything wrong, he wanted them to know that it was caused past his sickness. Three or four women standing near me cried, "Alas, proficient soul!" and forgave him with all their hearts. But don't pay any attention to them—if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have said the same thing.

BRUTUS

And after that he came thus sad away?

BRUTUS

And afterwards all that he came this way looking then serious?

CASSIUS

Did Cicero say anything?

CASSIUS

Did Cicero say annihilation?

CASCA

Ay, he spoke Greek.

CASCA

Yes, he said something in Greek.

CASCA

Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you lot i' thursday' face up again. Simply those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads. Only, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too. Murellus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you lot well. There was more foolery yet, if I could call back it.

CASCA

No, if I told you I understood what he was maxim, I wouldn't be able to await you in the heart. But those who did understand him smiled at i some other and shook their heads. But, speaking for myself, it was Greek to me. But I have more news to tell you. Murellus and Flavius have been punished for pulling scarves off of statues of Caesar. Adieu. There was more than foolishness, too, just I tin't remember it.

CASSIUS

Volition you sup with me tonight, Casca?

CASSIUS

Will you have dinner with me tonight, Casca?

CASCA

No, I am promised forth.

CASCA

No, I take another commitment.

CASSIUS

Will you dine with me tomorrow?

CASSIUS

Will you dine with me tomorrow?

CASCA

Ay, if I be alive and your mind concur and your dinner worth the eating.

CASCA

Yes, if I'm even so alive, and you lot're yet sane, and your dinner is worth eating.

CASSIUS

Good. I will expect yous.

CASSIUS

Proficient. I'll expect yous.

CASCA

Do so. Adieu both.

CASCA

Do that. Farewell to both of you lot.

BRUTUS

What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! He was quick mettle when he went to school.

BRUTUS

What a dull man he's become! He was then quick-witted when he was in school.

CASSIUS

So is he at present in execution Of any assuming or noble enterprise, Nonetheless he puts on this tardy course. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With ameliorate appetite.

CASSIUS

And he's quick-witted now when it comes to conveying out any bold or noble enterprise, despite this bear witness of being dull. The crudeness of his words is a kind of tasty sauce for the wisdom of what he says, which makes other people more probable to listen to him.

BRUTUS

And then it is. For this time I will leave you. Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come up abode to you. Or, if y'all will, Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

BRUTUS

That'south it exactly. For now, I'll leave you. Tomorrow, if you'd like to speak with me, I'll come to your house. Or, if yous want, come to my firm, and I'll wait for you lot.

CASSIUS

I will do so. Till and so, call back of the world.

CASSIUS

I'll exercise that. Until and so, recollect of what's best for the earth.

CASSIUS

Well, Brutus, m art noble. Still I see Thy honorable mettle may be wrought From that it is disposed. Therefore it is meet That noble minds proceed e'er with their likes, For who so firm that cannot exist seduced? Caesar doth bear me difficult, only he loves Brutus. If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, He should not sense of humour me. I will tonight, In several hands, in at his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens, Writings all tending to the corking opinion That Rome holds of his proper noun, wherein obscurely Caesar'south ambition shall be glancèd at. And after this let Caesar seat him sure, For we will milkshake him, or worse days suffer.

CASSIUS

Well, Brutus, you lot're noble. Yet I meet that your honorable nature can be turned from its usual inclination. Therefore, it's better for noble men to spend time just with other noble men, because who is so firm that he tin can't be seduced? Caesar doesn't like me, but he loves Brutus. If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, I wouldn't have allow him persuade me. Tonight I'll throw a few letters through his window—each written with different handwriting, equally if they came from dissimilar citizens— all saying how bang-up his reputation is throughout all of Rome, while as well hinting at Caesar's ambition. And after this, Caesar won't exist able to sit comfortably in his power, because we'll either overthrow him, or suffer worse than we do at present.

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