You're gonna die! I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face. With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words. The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March? He would embrace the means to come by it. ___ ___ Five-Minute Julius Caesar. Me know something you don't know! Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke. The end of this day's business ere it come! Why are you breathless? O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius. [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar. The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper. Fulfil your pleasure. Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em: I have made strong proof of my constancy. Artemidorus: Read my letter, Caesar, read my letter! Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Is not that he t hat lies upon the ground? Me wuv you, Cassius, even though you killed my best friend! Give me thy hand, Messala: And partly credit things that do presage. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the question. Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. Poor soul! Casca: Ooo, whatcha gonna do? Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: That Tiber trembled underneath her banks. Such as he is, full of regard and honour. Contact the author. I have, when you have heard what I can say: And know it now: the senate have concluded. Peace, ho! hear you aught of her in yours? Julius Caesar was an able administrator and a famous general. YAY #3!] Lucius: You've Got Mail! At your best leisure, this his humble suit. That carries anger as the flint bears fire; To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus. Brutus: Me already say, me no want this to be the X-Files! And when I ask'd you what the matter was. Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors; But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--, Among which number, Cassius, be you one--. Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Go to the gate; somebody knocks. We'll revenge his death. Never come such division 'tween our souls! His private arbours and new-planted orchards. Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Caesar fell down. Caesar banned driving carriages on city streets during the first ten hours of daylight. Now they are almost on him. That Caesar will not grant. his eyes are red as fire with weeping. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? 'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not, Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus. 'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness. Musing and sighing, with your arms across. Hold, my hand: Be factious for redress of all these griefs, Now know you, Casca, I have moved already, Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every, time gentler than other, and at every putting-by. Though it do split you; for, from this day forth. I saw Mark, Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown, neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told, you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my, thinking, he would fain have had it. My spirit from mine eyes! Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? What's to do? Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements. If these be motives weak, break off betimes. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! To this dead man than you shall see me pay. This is Julius Caesar, one of the world s greatest leaders and ruler of the Roman Empire. This shall make. And he shall wear his crown by sea and land. That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried. thou art fled to brutish beasts. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats. Dwell I but in the suburbs. Five-Minute Julius Caesar. Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; I did not: he was but a fool that brought. [Above] Titinius is enclosed round about. The cause is in my will: I will not come; Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans. What say'st thou to me now? They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. What bastard doth not? Brutus: Grr. I could tell you more, news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs, off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Caesar, all hail! Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet in all my life, So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue. He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain. Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think that or our cause or our performance, Did need an oath; when every drop of blood. Stir up their servants to an act of rage, And after seem to chide 'em. As well as I do know your outward favour. I know that we shall have him well to friend. Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood. And show the reason of our Caesar's death: Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies. And Cassius is dead. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart. Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. That one of two bad ways you must conceit me. The things that are not? Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been? Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus. O you flatterers! The multitude, beside themselves with fear. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks. Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,', As a sick girl. Being cross'd in conference by some senators. Must end that work the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again I know not. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. And tell me what thou notest about the field. Cicero: Wimp. When he came to himself again, he said, If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired, their worships to think it was his infirmity. Brutus: Crap, we lost. "Rinse the Blood Off My Toga" is a comedy sketch by the Canadian comedy duo Wayne and Shuster. Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands. Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him. And swim to yonder point?' Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run, That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time. Conspirators: Ha ha, we did it, we did it, we did it! You shall not stir out of your house to-day. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! You will compel me, then, to read the will? 'Shall Rome, & c.' Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! I will be here again, even with a thought. With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; Yet he spurs on. why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: --Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved, Rome more. O error, soon conceived. What, Rome? I perhaps speak this. Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, What rubbish and what offal, when it serves, Where hast thou led me? O ye gods, ye gods! Artemidorus calls to Caesar, urging him to read the paper containing his warning, but Caesar refuses to read it. Y'know, after we kill him, I think we should cut him up, and mangle him, and eat his entrails, and then maybe we should kill Anthony, and -- Besides the things that we have heard and seen. The very last time we shall speak together: Which he did give himself, I know not how, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent, The time of life: arming myself with patience, To stay the providence of some high powers. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. But there's but one in all doth hold his place: So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men. Three, or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good, soul!' But are not some whole that we must make sick? And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar: And that were much he should; for he is given. must I endure all this? To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat. Me kill King Caesar. Give me your hand. This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him. There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; But, woe the while! Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience. How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so? Are levying powers: we must straight make head: Our best friends made, our means stretch'd. Here comes the general. In ranks and squadrons and right form of war. Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March! For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us, Him and his worth and our great need of him. think you to walk forth? The people of Rome thought he was great, but the leaders in the Senate did not agree. Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'? I will do so: till then, think of the world. Act 1, Scene 3: The same. But that he sees the Romans are but sheep: Those that with haste will make a mighty fire. Sennet. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; They would not have you to stir forth to-day. MWAHAHAHA!!!!!! Mulvaney talked about bringing back senators stabbing Julius Caesar Credit: Reuters. And it shall please me well: for mine own part. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's. Hmmmm.... Where is thy instrument? awake your senses, that you may the better judge. Well, to our work alive. Brutus: Hmm...people come who want Brutus to kill King Caesar...hmmm.... Cassius: Are you going to help us kill Caesar? I have done no more to, Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday. Such instigations have been often dropp'd. I charm you, by my once-commended beauty, By all your vows of love and that great vow. It is the part of men to fear and tremble, You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life, Or else you use not. Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man. Should breed thy fellow. A month in the calendar is named after him - July, for Julius Caesar. Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth. Don't do that! (Everyone stabs Caesar; Brutus last, mostly because he's so slow he couldn't figure out what they were doing till they were all done) And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue, In every wound of Caesar that should move. 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night. He greets me well. dang, I hate Latin.... (dies) Your bad dream probably meant I'm stronger and braver then you and I should go to the Senate today. To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth? And all the rest look like a chidden train: Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I, meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's, matters, but with awl. Upon the word. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim: How I have thought of this and of these times. Anthony: We have to kill him, and him, and him, and him.... Brutus: Me wonder if Cassius still likes me.... That needs must light on this ingratitude. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Look you here. A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; That mothers shall but smile when they behold. [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up. What watchful cares do interpose themselves. Act 1, Scene 1: Rome. Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech. Citizens: Kill him! Me like Caesar. If this be known. neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork. What conquest brings he home? Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius. Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus. We shouldn't! Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel: And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him. To find out you. The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (First Folio title: The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar) is a history play and tragedy by William Shakespeare first performed in 1599. home, you idle creatures get you home: Of your profession? The games are done and Caesar is returning. Anthony: Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears! Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged. A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, He bears too great a mind. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. Nor for yours neither. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence! Speak no more of her. Cassius: Ummmm...If you keep talking like that I'll kill myself! Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. Proceed; directly. loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. he fell. If he should stay at home to-day for fear. Shall I descend? To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Caesar should be a beast without a heart. I know where I will wear this dagger then; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass. Hooting and shrieking. But what trade art thou? Cassius: You don't like me anymore! Good Volumnius. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. But what compact mean you to have with us? Why birds and beasts from quality and kind, Why all these things change from their ordinance, To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find. Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees, Then, lest he may, prevent. You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! What, I, my lord? BRUTUS goes into the pulpit, Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body, Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS, Drum. Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. thus; and then the people fell a-shouting. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? That keeps you in the house, and not your own. Caesar must bleed for it! Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. Who's that? Brutus: Grr, I bet they're making Caesar king. Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand. Most noble Antony! Now, Titinius! A street. where art thou, Pindarus? Often there was a comedy skit performed by the act that appeared more often on the show than any other, the duo of Toronto natives Johnny Wayne and Frank Shuster, who were on the show an incredible 67 times. Two several times by night; at Sardis once. Fare you well, my lord. Cassius: YES, exactly. And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands; Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear. Let us go. Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech. Crown him?--that;--. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain. Know I these men that come along with you? Which should perceive nothing but love from us. and forgave him with all their hearts: but, there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had. To seek you at your house. [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me? 'Tis good. Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. That fret the clouds are messengers of day. When you are over-earnest with your Brutus. Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar. Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk. Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? Seek none, conspiracy; For if thou path, thy native semblance on. The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may. Caesar: Why? - Have one person be Caesar - Have one person be Brutus - Have one person be the soothsayer who tries to warn Caesar ("Beware the Ides of March!") Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, A common slave--you know him well by sight--, Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn. Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home? Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: And since you know you cannot see yourself. (3 credits.) I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it: Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it. The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March! Seek! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. I will this night. YAY #3!] iRubric B47WCB: Group Presentation/Skit for the benefits of showing comprehension of characters, their motivations and actions.. Free rubric builder and assessment tools. What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. The noble Brutus, Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--. Ghost of Caesar: You're gonna die! Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan. Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing? 'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself. Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. Revenge! That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers. Shall Rome, & c. Speak, strike, redress! offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together. To see the strange impatience of the heavens: Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts. On this side Tiber; he hath left them you. To speak and strike? Are to the world in general as to Caesar. and did not they. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. And dip their napkins in his sacred blood. But speak all good you can devise of Caesar. Caesar: No. Well, I will hie. To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads. Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: Most true. No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Brave son, derived from honourable loins! Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! Then it would be too much like an X-Files episode. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. If I know this, know all the world besides. I have heard, Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds. If thou beest not immortal. Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. Here was a Caesar! But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound? Seth Myers and Amy Poehler commented on protesters offended by a version of "Julius Caesar" that depicts the assassination of a President Trump-like character. The sketch recasts the Shakespearean historical tragedy as a detective story with gangster overtones. The gods defend him from so great a shame! The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus. Act 2, Scene 1: Rome. We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house: And he shall say you are not well to-day: And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. Because I knew the man, were slighted off. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. opening my lips and receiving the bad air. our fathers' minds are dead. Let it appear so; make your vaunting true. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf. Should me kill King Caesar? Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. You look pale and gaze. But men may construe things after their fashion. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear. Hmmm.... Brutus: Me tell you tomorrow. BRUTUS's orchard. Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; You know that you are Brutus that speak this. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. 'Help, ho! They're not my friends, you are, forever and ever! No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears. But if these, To kindle cowards and to steel with valour. O, name him not: let us not break with him; Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar? Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me, Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see. The soothsayer answers, "Aye, Caesar, but not gone." Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie. What, Pindarus! Brutus: Hmm, yes. With this, I depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the. For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, These couchings and these lowly courtesies, To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality. But you should vote for me in next election! All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand. Which sometime hath his hour with every man. Kill! Weighing the youthful season of the year. Where never Roman shall take note of him. And then the end is known. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. Cassius: Good. That did the latest service to my master. Comparing the authoritarian ruler's regime to the American president, Mulvaney said: " [Caesar] started the Leap Year in order to correct the calendar … A wretched creature and must bend his body. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome. Are then in council; and the state of man. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans. Yet now they fright me. These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; And no man else hath honour by his death. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon, to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I, recover them. 20-30 characters. what do you mean? Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive, commonwealth; as which of you shall not? bent against Caesar. Senators who wanted a constitutional republic conspired against Caesar, cultminating in his brutal stabbing on March 15, 44 BC at a Senate session. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people. Will you be patient? who comes here? I have been up this hour, awake all night. Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears. Caesar: No, I better go. Your ear is good. “It is a leap year, as I said. Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit. The comedian evoked quite a reaction when he compared "powerful maniac" Julius Caesar to Donald Trump, telling the SNL audience an assassination would be interesting to try. YAY #2! We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. wrong I mine enemies? If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword--, Without annoying me: and there were drawn, Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw. Judge me, you gods! For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--. This hill is far enough. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar. We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar; And in the spirit of men there is no blood: O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit. There is one within. You have some sick offence within your mind. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words. But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! Othello The Text William Garrett. Casca: It's raining! Of the dank morning? And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. Your master, Pindarus. A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! But 'tis a common proof. And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink! Ha! With untired spirits and formal constancy: Boy! If any, speak; for him have I offended. Comparing the authoritarian ruler's … What ill request did Brutus make to thee? And so it is. Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords. ', Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence. Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee: If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. So says my master Antony. My ancestors did from the streets of Rome. O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him, Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause, Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear. Cassius: Brutus, you're so wonderful! When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Former Saturday Night Live host John Mulaney came under fire this weekend for his Julius Caesar-inspired joke about "stabbing Trump." Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still. It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it! Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? Ergo, no disclaimers are necessary. You shall digest the venom of your spleen. My credit now stands on such slippery ground. And so. Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Cinna: No! these things are beyond all use. Me no like kings. Lucius, I say! Which, by the right and virtue of my place. That made them do it: they are wise and honourable. Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars. You can buy the Arden text of this play from the Amazon.com online bookstore: Julius Caesar (Arden Shakespeare) Entire play in one page. What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. Then I, and you, and all of us fell down. That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars. And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen. [Within] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet. A professionally edited one-hour version of Shakespeare’s play, ‘Julius Caesar’ that is royalty-free to Drama Notebook members! What, urge you your petitions in the street? For so much trash as may be grasped thus? And took his voice who should be prick'd to die. Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. Brutus: Nooooooooooooo! we will hear Caesar's will. How I had moved them. And, dying, mention it within their wills. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat. Brutus: Grr, I bet they're making Caesar king. Brutus: No, you no like me! But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; Let but the commons hear this testament--, Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--, And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds. Let's stay and hear the will. Would run to these and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg. One of the most detailed examples of superstition in Julius Caesar is the storm in Act 1 scene 3. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. Which is a great way growing on the south. Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far. Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS, Sennet. Brutus: You can make a speech at the funeral if you say we're nice. Julius Caesar had a son with Cleopatra named Caesarion, or "little Caesar". Senators who wanted a constitutional republic conspired against Caesar, […] How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees. My master's man. If any, speak; for him have I offended. Whither am I going? Come now, keep thine oath; Now be a freeman: and with this good sword. Anthony: Oh, um, sure! Portia: I can't remember, I'm too ditzy! Retreat. That have but labour'd to attain this hour. Cry 'Caesar!' How ill this taper burns! I should not know you, Brutus. Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word. ', Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber. Lucius! Despite lukewarm reviews, the play was a consistent sell-out. Artemidorus: I'll give this letter to Caesar...it says not to go near the bad guys. THAT WAS A DIFFERENT CINNA! The deep of night is crept upon our talk. Um, go see how Brutus is, yes, that sounds good. They could not find a heart within the beast. He is a sick man that would speak with you. CATO Brave Titinius! Ow! His time of fearing death. Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. Is notwithstanding up. O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome. And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot; Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal. Me sorry, Cassius! That this shall be, or we will fall for it? As Caesar 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. Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known when his affections sway'd. Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Cassius, what night is this! Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. To lock such rascal counters from his friends. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? A street. You've ungently, Brutus. But since the affairs of men rest still incertain. Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. Tell him, so please him come unto this place. Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it: And these does she apply for warnings, and portents. Burn! He was quick mettle when he went to school. Oh, and by the way, Brutus sucks, vote for me. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you. Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops. They were concerned that Julius Caesar ign… Don't be mad! I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; I was sure your lordship did not give it me. But in ourselves, that we are underlings. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of, Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar, was no less than his. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for? Cassius: Not if I get there first.... Boy, Lucius! You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. Must I budge? Need some impromptu costumes for Julius Caesar or Coriolanus? Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. And I must pause till it come back to me. Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous; Would he were fatter! Then he. BRUTUS Are yet two Romans living such as these? Cassius: So how's your wife doing? (Photo by Christopher Smith/Invision/AP) Most noble! Brutus, what shall be done? Come, ho! To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. I found Mustang News “Rinse the Blood off my Toga,” a skit about Julius Caesar but set to a gangster murder mystery theme and dialogue. The livelong day, with patient expectation. Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions. O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit. He did receive his letters, and is coming; Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Did I not meet thy friends? So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world 'This was a man!'. The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! His ascent to power is filled with sacrifice, murder and betrayal. Much Ado About Nothing In One Hour 19 characters. Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony. What trade, thou knave? Act 1, Scene 2: A public place. awake, I say! house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go! Didst thou not hear their shouts? A professionally edited one-hour version of Shakespeare’s play, ‘Julius Caesar’ that is royalty-free to Drama Notebook members! Whiles they behold a greater than themselves. Then must I think you would not have it so. When, Lucius, when? Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed. I did not think you could have been so angry. There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart. With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans. Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. read the will. Now some light. Give me your hand first. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. To wear a kerchief! Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no; That unicorns may be betray'd with trees. An I had been a man of any. Merchant of venice Srikanth Pyla. No place will please me so, no mean of death. thou naughty knave, what trade? And make your bondmen tremble. Don't be mad! That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar. But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. O Caesar! Flavius: C'mon, let's go do some ancient Roman graffiti. Tear him, tear him! He would not take the crown; Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines. Fare you, well. The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Casca: Maybe so, but I know something you don't know! Brutus: Hm. He sees the soothsayer and reminds the man that "The ides of March are come." all free men? That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. When these prodigies, 'These are their reasons; they are natural;', For, I believe, they are portentous things. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world. And men have lost their reason. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now. Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. How covert matters may be best disclosed. Do you confess so much? And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds. And sudden push gives them the overthrow. AAAAH! Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. Plucking the entrails of an offering forth. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night: Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out. I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. I think he will stand very strong with us. Read the NoSweatShakespeare Modern Julius Caesar ebook for free! I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour. That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, Know you how much the people may be moved. I'll tell the news. Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. For your part. Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar, What is my name? And I will strive with things impossible; Yea, get the better of them. Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke. It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep, And could it work so much upon your shape. Brutus: No, that's too disgusting. under Julius Caesar. Home Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em. Brutus: She's dead. Good night, Titinius. These clever “laurel” wreaths are made from plastic spoons! Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. Friends, I owe more tears. That wasn't me! Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down. That heaven hath infused them with these spirits, To make them instruments of fear and warning, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars. I'll about. Have stood against the world; now lies he there. Look; When think you that the sword goes up again? He is address'd: press near and second him. Bid him set on his powers betimes before. But this same day. And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Denzel Washington in 'Julius Caesar' In 2005, Denzel Washington whipped up applause on Broadway as Marcus Brutus in 'Julius Caesar.' Ha, ha! And drawing days out, that men stand upon. and will you give me leave? For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! into more work. Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! While I do run upon it. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body. But it was famed with more than with one man? Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! A friendly eye could never see such faults. And thither will I straight to visit him: Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. More than his reason. See whether their basest metal be not moved; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest. in the presence of thy corse? Cinna: Hi, my name is Cinna, I'm an alcoholic. Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron. they murder Caesar!' offered it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his, fingers off it. Source: A Subtle Revelry. Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet. For the repealing of my banish'd brother? And let our hearts, as subtle masters do. They were villains, murderers: the will! Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us, As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem. That of yourself which you yet know not of. And then I swore thee, saving of thy life. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; All my engagements I will construe to thee. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato. Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it. I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. That he is grown so great? It is no matter; Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Portia, what mean you? Remember March, the ides of March remember: Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here; Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, Romans, countrymen, and lovers! He reads much; Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit. That hurt! And although they scored a … Ye gods, it doth amaze me. Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him. For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures. Set honour in one eye and death i' the other. To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius! That lowliness is young ambition's ladder. And bears with glasses, elephants with holes. If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks. Brutus: Get ready to go to battle. For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. And this the bleeding business they have done: Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; Hath done this deed on Caesar. If you don't, he'll be the star of the play and not you. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. Brutus: Hmm, it says Brutus should kill King Caesar. I will come home to you; or, if you will. That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true: Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky. Some two months hence up higher toward the north, He first presents his fire; and the high east, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,--. Dear my lord. Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; This morning are they fled away and gone; And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites. And, since the quarrel. Now let it work. In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. No, not that many! And let me show you him that made the will. Fast asleep? O, I grow faint. wherefore rise you now? No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well. With the most noble blood of all this world. ', If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper. Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! When went there by an age, since the great flood. If this were true, then should I know this secret. Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd. Hotel Aqcuisition Marketing liz_howe. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. As it hath much prevail'd on your condition. So Brutus should be found. (3 credits.) Cassius: No! Brutus: Ha! and Theatre Alberta "It is a parody of the death of Julius Caesar, using the cool, gangster-type style of the novels of Mickey Spillane to poke fun at Shakespeare's tragedy." Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged; From which advantage shall we cut him off. Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor. Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Wilt thou, Strato? To young Octavius of the state of things. speak once again. For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring, From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash. Brutus: Me kill King Caesar because me think kings bad. One character, in particular, Casca, is overwhelmed by what he sees. Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. So call the field to rest; and let's away. Where I left reading? Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Anthony: Ready to go kill people? And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this. Good morrow to you. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door. Then none have I offended. [People: YAY! And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Lions with toils and men with flatterers; He says he does, being then most flattered. Had you rather Caesar were living and, die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: He hath brought many captives home to Rome. You didn't give me any money from the bribes you took. And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins. To be exalted with the threatening clouds: Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. There was more foolery yet, if I could, Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner. Got a comment on this fiver? Brutus: Dangit. What means this shouting? I shall recount hereafter; for this present. Must I observe you? Set in the Roman … Noble, noble Cassius. Antony: He was nice, even if he did kill Caesar. The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now. I should not then ask Casca what had chanced. Thou shouldst attempt it. Belike they had some notice of the people. In their faces. Like storyboarding, writing a scene in comic form helps capture the essence of the action. Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--. His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. For shame, you generals! The will! You have right well conceited. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth. Cassius: Bummer, dude. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. What meanest thou by that? A friend of Antony's. When it is lighted, come and call me here. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Shrunk to this little measure? I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well. Live a thousand years. Casca: They're gonna make Caesar king! That plays thee music? Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck, Reviving blood, and that great men shall press. vile that will not love his country? The name of honour more than I fear death. What do you think. WAH! He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. Lucius: Go where, ma'am? That could be moved to smile at any thing. Peace, peace! Bring him with triumph home unto his house. He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth; Which, out of use and staled by other men. who comes here? Antony claims allegiance to Brutus and the conspirators after Caesar’s … Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine. Soft! Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold. when comes such another? Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. I didn't think of it first, so we shouldn't! Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS, Alarum. Senators who wanted a constitutional republic conspired against Caesar, cultminating in his brutal stabbing on March 15, 44 BC at a Senate session. Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. Here it is, I think. This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure. Brutus: Grr. I thank thee, Brutus. Caesar: If I do that, I won't die heroically, and we won't have a plot. For we will shake him, or worse days endure. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe. by Aragorngirl: Marullus: Grr, I'm so mad at Caesar...Bad Caesar! Either there is a civil strife in heaven. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey: I wonder none of you have thought of him. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, That you have no such mirrors as will turn. O judgment! name out of his heart, and turn him going. Who's within? I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools? Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Have had to resort to you: for here have been, Some six or seven, who did hide their faces. All this! No, not for all the world. That tidings came;--with this she fell distract. Caesar: umm, um, shoot, I always have trouble with this line, umm, script, script, umm, ah, yes, "Et tu Brute?" As, by our hands and this our present act. Most noble Caesar! Where do I, dwell? You shall not in your funeral speech blame us. Give me the gown. [People: YAY! Low alarums. With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. Would you were not sick! fire-brands: to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'. As that same ague which hath made you lean. Hark thee, Clitus. Cinna: Y'know, if we could get Brutus to help, we could kill -- And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. Caesar killed Pompey! There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. Give me a bowl of wine. Varro! good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself. And bring me word what he doth say to thee. Hear Antony. Portia is dead. Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone; And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open, The breast of heaven, I did present myself. If the tag-rag people did not, clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and, displeased them, as they use to do the players in, Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the, common herd was glad he refused the crown, he, plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his, throat to cut. Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls, That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear, Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. That fears him much; and my misgiving still. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella. In tough detective-story style, private eye Flavius Maximus (Wayne) pursued Brutus (Shuster) for the murder of Julius Caesar. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others, Alarum. how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! Then follow me, and give me audience, friends. And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. Julius Caesar In One Hour 20-30 characters. Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. Hello, cruel Caesar! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. Outside the Capitol, Caesar appears with Antony, Lepidus, and all of the conspirators. To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost? Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel. The choice and master spirits of this age. you durst not so have tempted him. For my part, I have walk'd about the streets. Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd. This is true, he started the leap year in order to correct the calendar and we still do it to this day,” Mulaney, a former “SNL” writer, told the live audience. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius. 'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius? Was Cassius born. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour. If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made. Hark, hark! When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Site navigation: If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. I'm very smart, you know. Cassius: Brutus, what's wrong? Think of this life; but, for my single self, We both have fed as well, and we can both. Nor with such free and friendly conference. Julius caesar skit script. I would not, so with love I might entreat you, I will with patience hear, and find a time. O murderous slumber. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him? Which we will niggard with a little rest. Age, thou art shamed! mend me, thou saucy fellow! There is tears for his love; joy for his, fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his, ambition. Strato, where is thy master? Here will I stand till Caesar pass along. Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. Who is here so base that would be a. bondman? I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. My answer back. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills. That your best friends shall wish I had been further. O, that a man might know. Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. iRubric: Julius Caesar Scene Skit Rubric - B47WCB: RCampus Soul of Rome! Then take we down his load, and turn him off. How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, So well as Brutus living; but will follow, Thorough the hazards of this untrod state. First broadcast on The Wayne and Shuster Hour on CBC Radio in 1954, it was reenacted for their British television debut in 1957 and their first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show in 1958. STOP THROWING YOUR EARS AT ME! I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest. ... Julius caesar skit script Ramki M. Julius Caesar - PPT Abhishek Dev. Why, then, lead on. Cassius: Anthony, will you be my friend? Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, I will not do them wrong; I rather choose. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile. The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Julius Caesar had been preparing to invade Parthia, the Caucasus, and Scythia, and then march back to Germania through Eastern Europe. Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius. YAY #2! A piece of work that will make sick men whole. Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel. Claudius! Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, Bid our commanders lead their charges off, Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man. You shall confess that you are both deceived. Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body: And come, young Cato; let us to the field. Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. Goodbye, cruel world! Then, to, answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and. There is no stir or walking in the streets; In favour's like the work we have in hand. In several hands, in at his windows throw, Writings all tending to the great opinion, That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely. He murdered Caesar! Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing! Who will go with me? Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Fare thee well. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears. He loves me well, and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur.  His successors did attempt the conquests of Parthia and Germania, but without lasting results. It shall advantage more than do us wrong. occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And then he offered it the third, time; he put it the third time by: and still as he, refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their, chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because, Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked, Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and, for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of. How like a deer, strucken by many princes. You have done that you should be sorry for. A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. The will, the will! Till each man drop by lottery. Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper. Talk not of standing. See Brutus at his house: three parts of him. To cut the head off and then hack the limbs. Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.