Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
It must be by his death: and for my part, I know no personal cause, to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crowned: How that might change his nature, there's the question? It is the bright day, that brings forth the Adder, And that craves wary walking: Crown him that, And then I grant we put a Sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with. Th' abuse of Greatness, is, when it disjoines Remorse from Power: And to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known, when his Affections swayed More than his Reason. But 'tis a common proof, That Lowliness is young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto the Climber upward turns his Face: But when he once attains the upmost Round, He then unto the Ladder turns his Back, Looks in the Clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then lest he may, prevent. And since the Quarrel Will bear no colour, for the thing he is, Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these, and these extremities: And therefore think him as a Serpent's egg, Which hatched, would as his kind grow mischievous; And kill him in the shell. The Taper burneth in your Closet, Sir: Searching the Window for a Flint, I found This Paper, thus sealed up, and I am sure It did not lie there when I went to Bed. Get you to Bed again, it is not day: Is not to morrow (Boy) the first of March? I know not, Sir. Look in the Calendar, and bring me word. I will, Sir. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by them. Brutus' thou sleepest; awake, and see thyself: Shall Rome, etc. speak, strike, redress. Brutus, thou sleepest: awake. Such instigations have been often dropped, Where I have took them up: Shall Rome, etc. Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What Rome? My Ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was called a King. Speak, strike, redress. Am I entreated To speak, and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receivest Thy full Petition at the hand of Brutus. Sir, March is wasted fifteen days. 'Tis good. Go to the Gate, some body knocks: Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thingj And the first motion, all the Interim is Like a Phantasma, or a hideous Dream: The Genius, and the mortal Instruments Are then in council; and the state of a man, Like to a little Kingdom, suffers then The nature of an Insurrection. Sir, 'tis your Brother Cassius at the Door, Who doth desire to see you. Is he alone? No, Sir, there are more with him. Do you know them?
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It muſt be by his death: and for my part, I know no perſonall cauſe, to ſpurne at him, But for the generall. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the queſtion? It is the bright day, that brings forth the Adder, And that craues warie walking: Crowne him that, And then I graunt we put a Sting in him, That at his will he may doe danger with. Th' abuſe of Greatneſſe, is, when it dis-ioynes Remorſe from Power: And to ſpeake truth of Caeſar, I haue not knowne, when his Affections ſway'd More then his Reaſon. But 'tis a common proofe, That Lowlyneſſe is young Ambitions Ladder, Whereto the Climber vpward turnes his Face: But when he once attaines the vpmoſt Round, He then vnto the Ladder turnes his Backe, Lookes in the Clouds, ſcorning the baſe degrees By which he did aſcend: ſo Caeſar may; Then leaſt he may, preuent. And ſince the Quarrell Will beare no colour, for the thing he is, Faſhion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would runne to theſe, and theſe extremities: And therefore thinke him as a Serpents egge, Which hatch'd, would as his kinde grow miſchieuous; And kill him in the ſhell. The Taper burneth in your Cloſet, Sir: Searching the Window for a Flint, I found This Paper, thus ſeal'd vp, and I am ſure It did not lye there when I went to Bed. Get you to Bed againe, it is not day: Is not to morrow (Boy) the firſt of March? I know not, Sir. Looke in the Calender, and bring me word. I will, Sir. The exhalations, whizzing in the ayre, Giue ſo much light, that I may reade by them. Brutus thou ſleep'ſt; awake, and ſee thy ſelfe: Shall Rome, &c. ſpeake, ſtrike, redreſſe. Brutus, thou ſleep'ſt: awake. Such inſtigations haue beene often dropt, Where I haue tooke them vp: Shall Rome, &c. Thus muſt I piece it out: Shall Rome ſtand vnder one mans awe? What Rome? My Anceſtors did from the ſtreetes of Rome The Tarquin driue, when he was call'd a King. Speake, ſtrike, redreſſe. Am I entreated To ſpeake, and ſtrike? O Rome, I make thee promiſe, If the redreſſe will follow, thou receiueſt Thy full Petition at the hand of Brutus. Sir, March is waſted fifteene dayes. 'Tis good. Go to the Gate, ſome body knocks: Since Caſſius firſt did whet me againſt Caeſar, I haue not ſlept. Betweene the acting of a dreadfull thing▪ And the firſt motion, all the Interim is Like a Phantaſma, or a hideous Dreame: The Genius, and the mortall Inſtruments Are then in councell; and the ſtate of a man, Like to a little Kingdome, ſuffers then The nature of an Inſurrection. Sir, 'tis your Brother Caſſius at the Doore, Who doth deſire to ſee you. Is he alone? No, Sir, there are moe with him. Doe you know them?