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If it be aught toward the general good,
What say the augurers?
and forgave him with all their hearts.
in states unborn and accents yet unknown.
ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell,
We shall find in him a shrewd contriver,
We both have fed as well,
and where I did begin, there shall I end.
to wildness and much company.
Alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands
and common good to all, made one of them.
and by that order of prescription.
then hold me dangerous.
I, per chance, speak this before a willing bondman.
If that parting
nor his offenses enforced,
Let it be who it is.
Hear me, good brother.
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Vexed I am of late, with passions of some difference.
For this present,
I will see thee at Philippi, then!
And so, good morrow to you, everyone.
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your love?
- You shall, Mark Antony. - Brutus, a word with you.
held up his left hand,
You all do know this mantle.
No, Messala.
And by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, and, sure, he is an honorable man.
THE IDES OF MARCH ARE COME
Farewell to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.
"Painting as it is now promises to become more subtle - more like music and less like sculpture - and above all it promises color. If only it keeps this promise." -Vincent van Gogh
Be thou my witness that against my will, as Pompey was,
It is she
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.
There is no fear in him. Let him not die,
Crown him. That.
This day I breathed first.
- Antonius. - Caesar, my lord?
except immortal Caesar,
O ye gods, ye gods, must I endure all this?
And we petty men walk under his huge legs
'Tis good.
For if you should, O what would come of it?
who, you all know, are honorable men.
for, I know, when thou didst hate him worst,
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, doing himself offense,
So in the world, 'tis furnished well with men,
that Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
Who is here so vile that will not love his country?
Come now, keep thine oath!
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
for Brutus' tongue hath almost ended his life's history.
in our black sentence and prescription.
bears the power to cancel his captivity.
Art thou anything?
You, sir, what trade are you?
- He is welcome, too. - This, Casca. This, Cinna.
He shall not live. Look, with a spot, I damn him.
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But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar
that Nature might stand up and say to all the world,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
pray to the gods to intermit the plague
There's no heed to be taken of them.
Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
Liberty! Freedom!
forgets the shows of love to other men.
So let it be with Caesar.
our hearts you see not.
To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Romans!
Yes, Cassius.
yet I see thy honorable metal may be wrought from that it is disposed.
I pause for a reply.
Yet Caesar shall go forth,
I did send to you for gold to pay my legions, which you denied me.
I have done no more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus.
Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
- and to rejoice in his triumph. - Wherefore rejoice?
You say you are a better soldier.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
And do you now strew flowers in his way
Let not our looks put on our purposes.
What man is that?
Now, sit we close about this taper here, and call in question our necessities.
I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, as well as I do know your outward favor.
Do not consent that Antony speak in his funeral.
and withal hoping it was but an effect of humor,
- They were villains, murderers! - The will!
But, O grief, where hast thou led me?
A word, Lucilius. How he received you, let me be resolved.
'Tis just. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, that you have no such mirrors
Ay, Caesar, but not gone.
with all respect and rites of burial.
Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.
What need we any spur but our own cause to prick us to redress?
I do know you well.
Well, to our work alive.
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman. I never thought him worse.
We'll hear it, Antony!
at Sardis once, and this last night here in Philippi fields.
What is now amiss that Caesar and his senate must redress?
I'll fetch him presently.
- No! - No!
I know not, sir.
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
If the redress will follow, thou receivest thy full petition
And then we will deliver you the cause why I,