Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 549 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
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 Laughter, 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. What means this Shouting? I do fear, the People choose Caesar For their King. I, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. 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 Honour in one eye, and Death i' th' other, And I will look on both indifferently: For let the Gods so speed me, as I love The name of Honour, more than I fear death. I know that virtue to be in you Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favour. Well, Honour 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 borne 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, chase 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, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow: so indeed he did. The Torrent roared, 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 Anchyses 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 colour fly, And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World, Did lose his Lustre: I did hear him groan: I, 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.
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Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to heare: And ſince you know, you cannot ſee your ſelfe So well as by Reflection; I your Glaſſe, Will modeſtly diſcouer to your ſelfe That of your ſelfe, which you yet know not of. And be not iealous on me, gentle Brutus: Were I a common Laughter, or did vſe To ſtale with ordinary Oathes my loue To euery new Proteſter: if you know, That I do fawne on men, and hugge them hard, And after ſcandall them: Or if you know, That I profeſſe my ſelfe in Banquetting To all the Rout, then hold me dangerous. What meanes this Showting? I do feare, the People chooſe Caeſar For their King. I, do you feare it? Then muſt I thinke you would not haue it ſo. I would not Caſſius, yet I loue him well: But wherefore do you hold me heere ſo long? What is it, that you would impart to me? If it be ought toward the generall good, Set Honor in one eye, and Death i' th other, And I will looke on both indifferently: For let the Gods ſo ſpeed mee, as I loue The name of Honor, more then I feare death. I know that vertue to be in you Brutus, As well as I do know your outward fauour. Well, Honor is the ſubiect of my Story: I cannot tell, what you and other men Thinke of this life: But for my ſingle ſelfe, I had as liefe not be, as liue to be▪ In awe of ſuch a Thing, as I my ſelfe. I was borne free as Caeſar, ſo were you, We both haue fed as well, and we can both Endure the Winters cold, as well as hee. For once, vpon a Rawe and Guſtie day, The troubled Tyber, chaſing with her Shores, Caeſar ſaide to me, Dar'ſt thou Caſſius now Leape in with me into this angry Flood, And ſwim to yonder Point? Vpon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bad him follow: ſo indeed he did. The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With luſty Sinewes, throwing it aſide, And ſtemming it with hearts of Controuerſie. But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd, Caeſar cride, Helpe me Caſſius, or I ſinke. I (as Aeneas, our great Anceſtor, Did from the Flames of Troy, vpon his ſhoulder The old Anchyſes beare) ſo, from the waues of Tyber Did I the tyred Caeſar: And this Man, Is now become a God, and Caſſius is A wretched Creature, and muſt bend his body, If Caeſar careleſly but nod on him. He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine, And when the Fit was on him, I did marke How he did ſhake: Tis true, this God did ſhake, His Coward lippes did from their colour flye, And that ſame Eye, whoſe bend doth awe the World, Did looſe his Luſtre: I did heare him grone: I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes, Alas, it cried, Giue me ſome drinke Titinius, As a ſicke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me, A man of ſuch a feeble temper ſhould So get the ſtart of the Maieſticke world, And beare the Palme alone.