Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.78 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Another general shout? I do believe, that these applauses are For some new Honours, that are heaped on Caesar. 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 dishonourable Graves. Men at sometime, 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? Writ them together: Yours, is as fair a Name: Sound them, it doth become the mouth aswell: 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 talked of Rome, That her wide Walks encompassed 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 brooked Th' eternal Devil to keep his State in Rome, As easily as a King. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous: What you would work me too, 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, Then to repute himself a Son of Rome Under these hard Conditions, as this time Is like to lay upon us. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. The Games are done, And Caesar is returning. As they pass by, Pluck Caska by the Sleeve, And he will (after his sour fashion) tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to day. 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; Calphurnia's 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. Caska will tell us what the matter is. Antonio. Caesar.
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Another generall ſhout? I do beleeue, that theſe applauſes are For ſome new Honors, that are heap'd on Caeſar. Why man, he doth beſtride the narrow world Like a Coloſſus, and we petty men Walke vnder his huge legges, and peepe about To finde our ſelues diſhonourable Graues. Men at ſometime, are Maſters of their Fates. The fault (deere Brutus) is not in our Starres, But in our Selues, that we are vnderlings. Brutus and Caeſar: What ſhould be in that Caeſar? Why ſhould that name be ſounded more then yours? Write them together: Yours, is as faire a Name: Sound them, it doth become the mouth aſwell: Weigh them, it is as heauy: Coniure with 'em, Brutus will ſtart a Spirit as ſoone as Caeſar. Now in the names of all the Gods at once, Vpon what meate doth this our Caeſar feede, That he is growne ſo great? Age, thou art ſham'd. Rome, thou haſt loſt the breed of Noble Bloods. When went there by an Age, ſince the great Flood, But it was fam'd with more then with one man? When could they ſay (till now) that talk'd of Rome, That her wide Walkes incompaſt but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and Roome enough When there is in it but one onely man. O! you and I, haue heard our Fathers ſay, There was a Brutus once, that would haue brook'd Th' eternall Diuell to keepe his State in Rome, As eaſily as a King. That you do loue me, I am nothing iealous: What you would worke me too, I haue ſome ayme: How I haue thought of this, and of theſe times I ſhall recount heereafter. For this preſent, I would not ſo (with loue I might intreat you) Be any further moou'd: What you haue ſaid, I will conſider: what you haue to ſay I will with patience heare; and finde a time Both meete to heare, and anſwer ſuch high things. Till then, my Noble Friend, chew vpon this: Brutus had rather be a Villager, Then to repute himſelfe a Sonne of Rome Vnder theſe hard Conditions, as this time Is like to lay vpon vs. I am glad that my weake words Haue ſtrucke but thus much ſhew of fire from Brutus. The Games are done, And Caeſar is returning. As they paſſe by▪ Plucke Caska by the Sleeue, And he will (after his ſowre faſhion) tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to day. I will do ſo: but looke you Caſſius, The angry ſpot doth glow on Caeſars brow, And all the reſt looke like a chiden Traine; Calphurni Cheek is pale, and Cicero Lookes with ſuch er ▪ and ſuch fiery eyes As we haue ſeene him in the Capitoll Being croſt in Conference, by ſome Senators. Caska will tell vs what the matter is. Antonio. Caeſar.