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 0.72 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Sooth Madam, I hear nothing. Come hither Fellow, which way hast thou been? At mine own house, good Lady. What is't a clock? About the ninth hour Lady. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol? Madam not yet, I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not? That I have Lady, if it will please Caesar To be so good to Caesar, as to hear me: I shall beseech him to befriend himself. Why knowst thou any harmes intended towards him? None that I know will be, Much that I fear may chance: Good morrow to you, here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Caesar at the heels, Of Senators, of Praetors, common Suitors, Will crowd a feeble man (almost) to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Caesar as he comes along. I must go in: Ay me! How weak a thing The heart of woman is? O Brutus, The Heaven's speed thee in thine enterprise. Sure the Boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint: Run Lucius, and commend me to my Lord, Say I am merry; Come to me again, And bring me word what he doth say to thee. The Ideses of March are come. I Caesar, but not gone. Hail Caesar: Read this Schedule. Trebonius doth desire you to oreread (At your best leisure) this his humble suit. O Caesar, read mine first: for mine's a suit That touches Caesar nearer. Read it great Caesar. What touches us ourself, shall be last served. Delay not Caesar, read it instantly. What, is the fellow mad? Sirrah, give place. What, urge you your Petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. I wish your enterprise to day may thrive. What enterprise Popillius? Far you well. What said Popillius Lena? He wished to day our enterprise might thrive: I fear our purpose is discovered. Look how he makes to Caesar: mark him. Caska be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus' what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself. Cassius be constant: Popillius Lena speaks not of our purposes, For look he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Trebonius knows his time: for look you Brutus He draws Mark Antony out of the way. Where is Metellus Cimber, let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. He is addressed: press near, and second him. Caska, you are the first that rears your hand. Are we all ready? What is now amiss, That Caesar and his Senate must redress? Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar Metellus Cymber throws before thy Seat An humble heart.
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Sooth Madam, I heare nothing. Come hither Fellow, which way haſt thou bin? At mine owne houſe, good Lady. What is't a clocke? About the ninth houre Lady. Is Caeſar yet gone to the Capitoll? Madam not yet, I go to take my ſtand, To ſee him paſſe on to the Capitoll. Thou haſt ſome ſuite to Caeſar, haſt thou not? That I haue Lady, if it will pleaſe Caeſar To b ſo good to Caeſar, as to heare me: I ſhall beſeech him to befriend himſelfe. Why know'ſt thou any harme's intended towards him? None that I know will be, Much that I feare may chance: Good morrow to you, heere the ſtreet is narrow: The throng that followes Caeſar at the heeles, Of Senators, of Praetors, common Sutors, Will crowd a feeble man (almoſt) to death: Ile get me to a place more voyd, and there Speake to great Caeſar as he comes along. I muſt go in: Aye me! How weake a thing The heart of woman is? O Brutus, The Heauens ſpeede thee in thine enterprize. Sure the Boy heard me▪ Brutus hath a ſuite That Caeſar will not grant. O, I grow faint: Run Lucius, and commend me to my Lord, Say I am merry; Come to me againe, And bring me word what he doth ſay to thee. The Ides of March are come. I Caeſar, but not gone. Haile Caeſar: Read this Scedule. Trebonius doth deſire you to ore-read (At your beſt leyſure) this his humble ſuite. O Caeſar, reade mine firſt: for mine's a ſuite That touches Caeſar neerer. Read it great Caeſar. What touches vs our ſelfe, ſhall be laſt ſeru'd. Delay not Caeſar, read it inſtantly. What, is the fellow mad? Sirra, giue place. What, vrge you your Petitions in the ſtreet? Come to the Capitoll. I wiſh your enterprize to day may thriue. What enterprize Popillius? Fare you well. What ſaid Popillius Lena? He wiſht to day our enterprize might thriue: I feare our purpoſe is diſcouered. Looke how he makes to Caeſar: marke him. Caska be ſodaine, for we feare preuention. Brutus what ſhall be done? If this be knowne, Caſſius or Caeſar neuer ſhall turne backe, For I will ſlay my ſelfe. Caſſius be conſtant: Popillius Lena ſpeakes not of our purpoſes, For looke he ſmiles, and Caeſar doth not change. Trebonius knowes his time: for look you Brutus He drawes Mark Antony out of the way. Where is Metellus Cimber, let him go, And preſently preferre his ſuite to Caeſar. He is addreſt: preſſe neere, and ſecond him. Caska, you are the firſt that reares your hand. Are we all ready? What is now amiſſe, That Caeſar and his Senate muſt redreſſe? Moſt high, moſt mighty, and moſt puiſant Caeſar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart.