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 0.83 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I will do so: till then, think of the World. Well Brutus, thou art Noble: yet I see, Thy Honourable 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 humour 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. Good even, Caska: brought you Caesar home? Why are you breathless, and why stare you so? Are not you moved, when all the sway of Earth Shakes, like a thing vnfirme? O Cicero, I have seen Tempests, when the scolding Winds Have rived the knotty Oaks, and I have seen Th' ambitious Ocean swell, and rage and foam, To be exalted with the threatening Clouds: But never till to Night, never till now, Did I go through a Tempest-dropping-fire. Either there is a Civil strife in Heaven, Or else the World, too saucy with the Gods, Incenses them to send destruction. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? A common slave, you know him well by sight, Held up his left Hand, which did flame and burn Like twenty Torches joined; and yet his Hand, Not sensible of fire, remained vnscorched. Besides, I ha'not since put up my Sword, Against the Capitol I met a Lion, Who glazed upon me, and went surly by, Without annoying me. And there were drawn Upon a heap, a hundred ghastly Women, Transformed with their fear, who swore, they saw Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. And yesterday, the Bird of Night did sit. Even at Noonday, upon the Market place, Howting, and shrieking. When these Prodigies Do so conjointly meet, let not men say, These are their Reasons, they are Natural: For I believe, they are portentous things Unto the Climate, that they point upon. Indeed, it is a strange disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Comes Caesar to the Capitol to morrow? He doth: for he did bid Antonio Send word to you, he would be there to morrow. Good-night then, Caska: This disturbed Sky is not walk in. Farewell Cicero. Who's there? A Roman. Caska, by your Voice. Your Ear is good. Cassius, what Night is this? A very pleasing Night sen▪ Who ever knew the Heavens menace so? Those that have known the Earth so full of faults. For my part, I have walked about the streets, Submitting me unto the perilous Night; And thus unbraced, Caska, as you see, Have barred my Bosom to the Thunder-stone: And when the cross blue Lightning seemed to open The Breast of Heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim, and very flash of it.
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I will doe ſo: till then, thinke of the World. Well Brutus, thou art Noble: yet I ſee, Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought From that it is diſpos'd▪ therefore it is meet, That Noble mindes keepe euer with their likes: For who ſo firme, that cannot be ſeduc'd? Caeſar doth beare me hard, but he loues Brutus. If I were Brutus now, and he were Caſſius, He ſhould not humor me. I will this Night, In ſeuerall Hands, in at his Windowes throw, As if they came from ſeuerall Citizens, Writings, all tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his Name: wherein obſcurely Caeſars Ambition ſhall be glanced at. And after this, let Caeſar ſeat him ſure, For wee will ſhake him, or worſe dayes endure. Good euen, Caska: brought you Caeſar home? Why are you breathleſſe, and why ſtare you ſo? Are not you mou'd, when all the ſway of Earth Shakes, like a thing vnfirme? O Cicero, I haue ſeene Tempeſts, when the ſcolding Winds Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes, and I haue ſeene Th' ambitious Ocean ſwell, and rage and foame, To be exalted with the threatning Clouds: But neuer till to Night, neuer till now, Did I goe through a Tempeſt-dropping-fire. Eyther there is a Ciuill ſtrife in Heauen, Or elſe the World, too ſawcie with the Gods, Incenſes them to ſend deſtruction. Why, ſaw you any thing more wonderfull? A common ſlaue, you know him well by ſight, Held vp his left Hand, which did flame and burne Like twentie Torches ioyn'd; and yet his Hand, Not ſenſible of fire, remain'd vnſcorch'd. Beſides, I ha'not ſince put vp my Sword, Againſt the Capitoll I met a Lyon, Who glaz'd vpon me, and went ſurly by, Without annoying me. And there were drawne Vpon a heape, a hundred gaſtly Women, Transformed with their feare, who ſwore, they ſaw Men, all in fire, walke vp and downe the ſtreetes. And yeſterday, the Bird of Night did ſit. Euen at Noone-day, vpon the Market place, Howting, and ſhreeking. When theſe Prodigies Doe ſo conioyntly meet, let not men ſay, Theſe are their Reaſons, they are Naturall: For I beleeue, they are portentous things Vnto the Clymate, that they point vpon. Indeed, it is a ſtrange diſpoſed time: But men may conſtrue things after their faſhion, Cleane from the purpoſe of the things themſelues. Comes Caeſar to the Capitoll to morrow? He doth: for he did bid Antonio Send word to you, he would be there to morrow. Good-night then, Caska: This diſturbed Skie is not walke in. Farewell Cicero. Who's there? A Romane▪ Caska▪ by your Voyce. Your Eare is good. Caſſius, what Night is this? A very pleaſing Night ſen▪ Who euer knew the Heauens menace ſo? Thoſe that haue knowne the Earth ſo full of faults. For my part, I haue walk'd about the ſtreets, Submitting me vnto the perillous Night; And thus vnbraced, Caska, as you ſee, Haue bar'd my Boſome to the Thunder-ſtone: And when the croſſe blew Lightning ſeem'd to open The Breſt of Heauen, I did preſent my ſelfe Euen in the ayme, and very flaſh of it.