Portia. And when I ask'd you what the matter was, You stared upon me with ungentle looks. Act II. Se. 1. AGAINST CRUELTY. Gentle friends, SLEEP. Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures,* nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men, Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. PORTIA'S SPEECH TO BRUTUS. You have ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper, I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head, But, with an angry wafture of your hand, Which seeem'd too much enkindled; and withal, CALPHURNIA'S ADDRESS ΤΟ CESAR ON THE PRODI Cal. Cesar, I never stood on ceremonies,‡ Shapes created by imagination. + Temper. Besides the things that we have heard and seen, And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, The noise of battle hurtled* in the air, And ghosts did shriek, and squealt about the streets. And I do fear them. Ces. What can be avoided, Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? Yet Cesar shall go forth: for these predictions Are to the world in general, as to Česar. Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen, The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH. Cowards die many times before their deaths; Will come, when it will come. DANGER. Danger knows full well That Cesar is more dangerous than he. ENVY. My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.‡ ACT III. ANTONY'S ADDRESS TO THE CORPSE OF CESAR O, mighty Cesar! Dost thou lie so low? Encountered. † Cry with pain. + Envy. Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, ANTONY'S SPEECH TO THE CONSPIRATORS. As Cesar's death's hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke No place will please me so, no mean of death, REVENGE. Cesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, BRUTUS'S SPEECH TO THE PEOPLE. If there be any in this assembly, any dear frien of Cesar's; to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cesa was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cesar, this is my answer, -Not that I loved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cesar were dead, to live all freemen? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy, for his fortune: honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so * Grown too high for the public safety. The signal for giving no quarter. To let slip a dog at a deer, &c. was the techrical hrase of Shakspeare's time. |