Act II, Scene ii: A room in Caesar's palace.
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[Thunder and lightning. Enter Caesar, in his nightgown.]
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace tonight: | |
| | Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out, | |
| | "Help, ho! They murder Caesar!"—Who's within? | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, | |
| | And bring me their opinions of success. | |
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| | SERVANT: | |
| | I will, my lord. | |
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| | CALPURNIA: | |
| | What mean you, Caesar? Think you to walk forth? | |
| | You shall not stir out of your house to-day. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten me | |
| | Ne'er look but on my back; when they shall see | |
| | The face of Caesar, they are vanished. | |
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| | CALPURNIA: | |
| | Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, | |
| | Yet now they fright me. There is one within, | |
| | Besides the things that we have heard and seen, | |
| | Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. | |
| | A lioness hath whelped in the streets; | |
| | And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; | |
| | Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, | |
| | In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, | |
| | Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol; | |
| | The noise of battle hurtled in the air, | |
| | Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; | |
| | And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. | |
| | O Caesar,these things are beyond all use, | |
| | And I do fear them! | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | What can be avoided | |
| | Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? | |
| | Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions | |
| | Are to the world in general as to Caesar. | |
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| | CALPURNIA: | |
| | When beggars die, there are no comets seen; | |
| | The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Cowards die many times before their deaths; | |
| | The valiant never taste of death but once. | |
| | Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, | |
| | It seems to me most strange that men should fear; | |
| | Seeing that death, a necessary end, | |
| | Will come when it will come.— | |
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| | SERVANT: | |
| | They would not have you to stir forth to-day. | |
| | Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, | |
| | They could not find a heart within the beast. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | The gods do this in shame of cowardice: | |
| | Caesar should be a beast without a heart, | |
| | If he should stay at home today for fear. | |
| | No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well | |
| | That Caesar is more dangerous than he: | |
| | We are two lions litter'd in one day, | |
| | And I the elder and more terrible; | |
| | And Caesar shall go forth. | |
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| | CALPURNIA: | |
| | Alas, my lord, | |
| | Your wisdom is consumed in confidence! | |
| | Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear | |
| | That keeps you in the house, and not your own. | |
| | We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate-house, | |
| | And he shall say you are not well to-day: | |
| | Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Mark Antony shall say I am not well, | |
| | And, for thy humor, I will stay at home. | |
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| | Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. | |
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| | DECIUS: | |
| | Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar: | |
| | I come to fetch you to the Senate-house. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | And you are come in very happy time | |
| | To bear my greeting to the Senators, | |
| | And tell them that I will not come to-day. | |
| | Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser: | |
| | I will not come to-day. Tell them so, Decius. | |
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| | CALPURNIA: | |
| | Say he is sick. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Shall Caesar send a lie? | |
| | Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, | |
| | To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?— | |
| | Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come. | |
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| | DECIUS: | |
| | Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, | |
| | Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | The cause is in my will; I will not come: | |
| | That is enough to satisfy the Senate. | |
| | But, for your private satisfaction, | |
| | Because I love you, I will let you know: | |
| | Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: | |
| | She dreamt to-night she saw my statua, | |
| | Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, | |
| | Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans | |
| | Came smiling and did bathe their hands in it: | |
| | And these does she apply for warnings and portents | |
| | And evils imminent; and on her knee | |
| | Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day. | |
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| | DECIUS: | |
| | This dream is all amiss interpreted: | |
| | It was a vision fair and fortunate. | |
| | Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, | |
| | In which so many smiling Romans bathed, | |
| | Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck | |
| | Reviving blood; and that great men shall press | |
| | For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance. | |
| | This by Calpurnia's dream is signified. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | And this way have you well expounded it. | |
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| | DECIUS: | |
| | I have, when you have heard what I can say; | |
| | And know it now: The Senate have concluded | |
| | To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. | |
| | If you shall send them word you will not come, | |
| | Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock | |
| | Apt to be render'd, for someone to say | |
| | "Break up the Senate till another time, | |
| | When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams." | |
| | If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper | |
| | "Lo, Caesar is afraid"? | |
| | Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love | |
| | To your proceeding bids me tell you this; | |
| | And reason to my love is liable. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! | |
| | I am ashamed I did yield to them. | |
| | Give me my robe, for I will go. | |
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[Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca,Trebonius, and Cinna.]
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| | And look where Publius is come to fetch me. | |
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| | PUBLIUS: | |
| | Good morrow, Caesar. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Welcome, Publius.— | |
| | What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?— | |
| | Good morrow, Casca.—Caius Ligarius, | |
| | Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy | |
| | As that same ague which hath made you lean.— | |
| | What is't o'clock? | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Caesar, 'tis strucken eight. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | I thank you for your pains and courtesy. | |
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| | See! Antony, that revels long o'nights, | |
| | Is notwithstanding up.—Good morrow, Antony. | |
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| | ANTONY: | |
| | So to most noble Caesar. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Bid them prepare within: | |
| | I am to blame to be thus waited for.— | |
| | Now, Cinna;—now, Metellus;—what, Trebonius! | |
| | I have an hour's talk in store for you: | |
| | Remember that you call on me to-day; | |
| | Be near me, that I may remember you. | |
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| | TREBONIUS: | |
| | Caesar, I will.[Aside.]and so near will I be, | |
| | That your best friends shall wish I had been further. | |
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| | CAESAR: | |
| | Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; | |
| | And we, like friends, will straightway go together. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
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[Aside.]
That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
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| | The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! | |
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