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 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
How foolish do your fears seem now Calphurnia? I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my Robe, for I will go. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Good morrow Caesar. Welcome Publius. What Brutus, are you stirred so early too? Good morrow Caska: Caius Ligarius, Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy, As that same Ague which hath made you lean. What is't a Clock? Caesar, 'tis strucken eight. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. See, Antony that Revels long a-nights Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow Antony. So to most Noble Caesar. Bid them prepare within: I am too blame to be thus waited for. Now Cynna, now Metellus: what Trebonius, I have an hours talk in store for you: Remember that you call on me to day: Be near me, that I may remember you. Caesar I will: and so near will I be, That your best Friends shall wish I had been further. Good Friends go in, and taste some wine with me And we (like Friends) will straight way go together. That every like is not the same, O Caesar, The heart of Brutus earns to think upon. Caesar, beware of Brutus, take heede of Cassius; come not neere Caska, haue an eye to Cynna, trust not Trebonius, marke well Metellus Cymber, Decius Brutus loues thee not: Thou hast wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one minde in all these men, and it is bent against Caesar: If thou beest not Immortall, looke about you: Security giues way to Conspiracie. The mighty Gods defend thee. Thy Louer, Artemidorus. here will I stand, till Caesar pass along, And as a Suitor will I give him this: My heart laments, that Virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of Emulation. If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayest live; If not, the Fates with Traitors do contrive. I prithee Boy, run to the Senate-house, Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. Why dost thou stay? To know my errand Madam. I would have had thee there and here again Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there: O Constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge Mountain between my Heart and Tongue: I have a man's mind, but a woman's might: How hard it is for women to keep counsel. Art thou here yet? Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else? Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note What Caesar doth, what Suitors press to him. Hark Boy, what noise is that? I hear none Madam. Prithee listen well: I heard a bussling Rumour like a Fray, And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
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How fooliſh do your fears ſeeme now Calphurnia? I am aſhamed I did yeeld to them. Giue me my Robe, for I will go. And looke where Publius is come to fetch me. Good morrow Caeſar. Welcome Publius. What Brutus, are you ſtirr'd ſo earely too? Good morrow Caska: Caius Ligarius, Caeſar was ne're ſo much your enemy, As that ſame Ague which hath made you leane. What is't a Clocke? Caeſar, 'tis ſtrucken eight. I thanke you for your paines and curteſie. See, Antony that Reuels long a-nights Is notwithſtanding vp. Good morrow Antony. So to moſt Noble Caeſar. Bid them prepare within: I am too blame to be thus waited for. Now Cynna ▪ now Metellus: what Trebonius, I haue an houres talke in ſtore for you: Remember that you call on me to day: Be neere me, that I may remember you. Caeſar I will: and ſo neere will I be, That your beſt Friends ſhall wiſh I had beene further. Good Friends go in, and taſte ſome wine with me And we (like Friends) will ſtraight way go together. That euery like is not the ſame, O Caeſar, The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke vpon. Caeſar, beware of Brutus, take heede of Caſsius; come not neere Caska, haue an eye to Cynna, truſt not Trebonius, marke well Metellus Cymber, Decius Brutus loues thee not: Thou haſt wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one minde in all theſe men, and it is bent againſt Caeſar: If thou beeſt not Immortall, looke about you: Security giues way to Conſpiracie. The mighty Gods defend thee. Thy Louer, Artemidorus. Heere will I ſtand, till Caeſar paſſe along, And as a Sutor will I giue him this: My heart laments, that Vertue cannot liue Out of the teeth of Emulation. If thou reade this, O Caeſar, thou mayeſt liue; If not, the Fates with Traitors do contriue. I prythee Boy, run to the Senate-houſe, Stay not to anſwer me, but get thee gone. Why doeſt thou ſtay? To know my errand Madam. I would haue had thee there and heere agen Ere I can tell thee what thou ſhould'ſt do there: O Conſtancie, be ſtrong vpon my ſide, Set a huge Mountaine 'tweene my Heart and Tongue: I haue a mans minde, but a womans might: How hard it is for women to keepe counſell. Art thou heere yet? Madam, what ſhould I do? Run to the Capitoll, and nothing elſe? And ſo returne to you, and nothing elſe? Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went ſickly forth: and take good note What Caeſar doth, what Sutors preſſe to him. Hearke Boy, what noyſe is that? I heare none Madam. Prythee liſten well: I heard a buſsling Rumor like a Fray, And the winde brings it from the Capitoll.