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 0.80 · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
You speak to Caska, and to such a man, That is no flearing Tell-tale. Hold, my Hand: Be factious for redress of all these Griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far, As who goes farthest. There's a Bargain made. Now know you, Caska, I have moved already Some certain of the Noblest minded Romans To undergo, with me, an Enterprise, Of Honourable dangerous consequence; And I do know by this, they stay for me In Pompey's Porch: for now this fearful Night, There is no stir, or walking in the streets; And the Complexion of the Element Is Favours, like the Work we have in hand, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible. Stand close a while, for here comes one in haste. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his Gate, He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so? To find out you: Who's that, Metellus Cymber? No, it is Caska, one incorporate To our Attempts. Am I not stayed for, Cinna? I am glad on't. What a fearful Night is this? There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Am I not stayed for? tell me. Yes, you are. O Cassius, If you could but win the Noble Brutus To our party— Be you content. Good Cinna, take this Paper, And look you lay it in the Praetor's Chair, Where Brutus may but find it: and throw this In at his Window; set this up with Wax Upon old Brutus' Statue: all this done, Repair to Pompey's Porch, where you shall find us. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there? All, but Metellus Cymber, and he's gone To seek you at your house. Well, I will high, And so bestow these Papers as you bade me. That done, repair to Pompey's Theatre. Come Caska, you and I will yet, ere day, See Brutus at his house: three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. O, he sits high in all the People's hearts: And that which would appear Offence in us, His Countenance, like richest Alchemy, Will change to Virtue, and to Worthiness. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited: let us go, For it is after Midnight, and ere day, We will awake him, and be sure of him. What Lucius, ho? I cannot, by the progress of the Stars, Give guess how near to day— Lucius, I say? I would it were my fault to sleep so sound. When Lucius, when? awake, I say: what Lucius? Called you, my Lord? Get me a Tapor in my Study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. I will, my Lord.
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You ſpeake to Caska, and to ſuch a man, That is no flearing Tell-tale. Hold, my Hand: Be factious for redreſſe of all theſe Griefes, And I will ſet this foot of mine as farre, As who goes fartheſt. There's a Bargaine made. Now know you, Caska, I haue mou'd already Some certaine of the Nobleſt minded Romans To vnder-goe, with me, an Enterprize, Of Honorable dangerous conſequence; And I doe know by this, they ſtay for me In Pompeyes Porch: for now this fearefull Night, There is no ſtirre, or walking in the ſtreetes; And the Complexion of the Element Is Fauors, like the Worke we haue in hand, Moſt bloodie, fierie, and moſt terrible. Stand cloſe a while, for heere comes one in haſte. 'Tis Cinna, I doe know him by his Gate, He is a friend. Cinna, where haſte you ſo? To finde out you: Who's that, Metellus Cymber? No, it is Caska, one incorporate To our Attempts. Am I not ſtay'd for, Cinna? I am glad on't. What a fearefull Night is this? There's two or three of vs haue ſeene ſtrange ſights. Am I not ſtay'd for? tell me. Yes, you are. O Caſſius, If you could but winne the Noble Brutus To our party— Be you content. Good Cinna, take this Paper, And looke you lay it in the Pretors Chayre, Where Brutus may but finde it: and throw this In at his Window; ſet this vp with Waxe Vpon old Brutus Statue: all this done, Repaire to Pompeyes Porch, where you ſhall finde vs. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there? All, but Metellus Cymber, and hee's gone To ſeeke you at your houſe. Well, I will hie, And ſo beſtow theſe Papers as you bad me. That done, repayre to Pompeyes Theater. Come Caska, you and I will yet, ere day, See Brutus at his houſe: three parts of him Is ours alreadie, and the man entire Vpon the next encounter, yeelds him ours. O, he ſits high in all the Peoples hearts: And that which would appeare Offence in vs, His Countenance, like richeſt Alchymie, Will change to Vertue, and to Worthineſſe. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You haue right well conceited: let vs goe, For it is after Mid-night, and ere day, We will awake him, and be ſure of him. What Lucius, hoe? I cannot, by the progreſſe of the Starres, Giue gueſſe how neere to day—Lucius, I ſay? I would it were my fault to ſleepe ſo ſoundly. When Lucius, when? awake, I ſay: what Lucius? Call'd you, my Lord? Get me a Tapor in my Study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. I will, my Lord.