Act 1, Scene 3

The same. A street.

  1. [Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO.]
  2. Cicero
  3. 396 Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
  4. 397 Why are you breathless, and why stare you so?
  5. Casca
  6. 398 Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
  7. 399 Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
  8. 400 I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
  9. 401 Have rived the knotty oaks; and I have seen
  10. 402 Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
  11. 403 To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
  12. 404 But never till tonight, never till now,
  13. 405 Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
  14. 406 Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
  15. 407 Or else the world too saucy with the gods,
  16. 408 Incenses them to send destruction.
  17. Cicero
  18. 409 Why, saw you anything more wonderful?
  19. Casca
  20. 410 A common slave—you'd know him well by sight—
  21. 411 Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
  22. 412 Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand
  23. 413 Not sensible of fire remain'd unscorch'd.
  24. 414 Besides,—I ha' not since put up my sword,—
  25. 415 Against the Capitol I met a lion,
  26. 416 Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
  27. 417 Without annoying me: and there were drawn
  28. 418 Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
  29. 419 Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
  30. 420 Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets.
  31. 421 And yesterday the bird of night did sit
  32. 422 Even at noonday upon the marketplace,
  33. 423 Howling and shrieking. When these prodigies
  34. 424 Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
  35. 425 "These are their reasons; they are natural";
  36. 426 For I believe they are portentous things
  37. 427 Unto the climate that they point upon.
  38. Cicero
  39. 428 Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time.
  40. 429 But men may construe things after their fashion,
  41. 430 Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
  42. 431 Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?
  43. Casca
  44. 432 He doth, for he did bid Antonius
  45. 433 Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.
  46. Cicero
  47. 434 Good then, Casca: this disturbed sky
  48. 435 Is not to walk in.
  49. Casca
  50. 436 Farewell, Cicero.
  51. [Exit Cicero.]
  52. [Enter Cassius.]
  53. Caius Cassius
  54. 437 Who's there?
  55. Casca
  56. 438 A Roman.
  57. Caius Cassius
  58. 439 Casca, by your voice.
  59. Casca
  60. 440 Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
  61. Caius Cassius
  62. 441 A very pleasing night to honest men.
  63. Casca
  64. 442 Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
  65. Caius Cassius
  66. 443 Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
  67. 444 For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
  68. 445 Submitting me unto the perilous night;
  69. 446 And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
  70. 447 Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
  71. 448 And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
  72. 449 The breast of heaven, I did present myself
  73. 450 Even in the aim and very flash of it.
  74. Casca
  75. 451 But wherefore did you so much tempt the Heavens?
  76. 452 It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
  77. 453 When the most mighty gods by tokens send
  78. 454 Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
  79. Caius Cassius
  80. 455 You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life
  81. 456 That should be in a Roman you do want,
  82. 457 Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze,
  83. 458 And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
  84. 459 To see the strange impatience of the Heavens:
  85. 460 But if you would consider the true cause
  86. 461 Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
  87. 462 Why birds and beasts, from quality and kind;
  88. 463 Why old men, fools, and children calculate;—
  89. 464 Why all these things change from their ordinance,
  90. 465 Their natures, and preformed faculties
  91. 466 To monstrous quality;—why, you shall find
  92. 467 That Heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
  93. 468 To make them instruments of fear and warning
  94. 469 Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca,
  95. 470 Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night;
  96. 471 That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars,
  97. 472 As doth the lion in the Capitol;
  98. 473 A man no mightier than thyself or me
  99. 474 In personal action; yet prodigious grown,
  100. 475 And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
  101. Casca
  102. 476 'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?
  103. Caius Cassius
  104. 477 Let it be who it is: for Romans now
  105. 478 Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
  106. 479 But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
  107. 480 And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
  108. 481 Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
  109. Casca
  110. 482 Indeed they say the senators to-morrow
  111. 483 Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
  112. 484 And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
  113. 485 In every place save here in Italy.
  114. Caius Cassius
  115. 486 I know where I will wear this dagger then;
  116. 487 Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:
  117. 488 Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
  118. 489 Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
  119. 490 Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
  120. 491 Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron
  121. 492 Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
  122. 493 But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
  123. 494 Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
  124. 495 If I know this, know all the world besides,
  125. 496 That part of tyranny that I do bear
  126. 497 I can shake off at pleasure.
  127. [Thunders still.]
  128. Casca
  129. 498 So can I:
  130. 499 So every bondman in his own hand bears
  131. 500 The power to cancel his captivity.
  132. Caius Cassius
  133. 501 And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
  134. 502 Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
  135. 503 But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
  136. 504 He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
  137. 505 Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
  138. 506 Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
  139. 507 What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves
  140. 508 For the base matter to illuminate
  141. 509 So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
  142. 510 Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
  143. 511 Before a willing bondman: then I know
  144. 512 My answer must be made; but I am arm'd,
  145. 513 And dangers are to me indifferent.
  146. Casca
  147. 514 You speak to Casca; and to such a man
  148. 515 That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:
  149. 516 Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
  150. 517 And I will set this foot of mine as far
  151. 518 As who goes farthest.
  152. Caius Cassius
  153. 519 There's a bargain made.
  154. 520 Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
  155. 521 Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
  156. 522 To undergo with me an enterprise
  157. 523 Of honorable-dangerous consequence;
  158. 524 And I do know by this, they stay for me
  159. 525 In Pompey's Porch: for now, this fearful night,
  160. 526 There is no stir or walking in the streets;
  161. 527 And the complexion of the element
  162. 528 Is favor'd like the work we have in hand,
  163. 529 Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
  164. Casca
  165. 530 Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
  166. Caius Cassius
  167. 531 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
  168. 532 He is a friend.—
  169. [Enter Cinna.]
  170. Caius Cassius
  171. 533 Cinna, where haste you so?
  172. Cinna
  173. 534 To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
  174. Caius Cassius
  175. 535 No, it is Casca, one incorporate
  176. 536 To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
  177. Cinna
  178. 537 I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this!
  179. 538 There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
  180. Caius Cassius
  181. 539 Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
  182. Cinna
  183. 540 Yes,
  184. 541 You are. O Cassius, if you could but win
  185. 542 The noble Brutus to our party,—
  186. Caius Cassius
  187. 543 Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,
  188. 544 And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
  189. 545 Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
  190. 546 In at his window; set this up with wax
  191. 547 Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
  192. 548 Repair to Pompey's Porch, where you shall find us.
  193. 549 Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
  194. Cinna
  195. 550 All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone
  196. 551 To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie
  197. 552 And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
  198. Caius Cassius
  199. 553 That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.—
  200. [Exit Cinna.]
  201. Caius Cassius
  202. 554 Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day,
  203. 555 See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
  204. 556 Is ours already; and the man entire,
  205. 557 Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.
  206. Casca
  207. 558 O, he sits high in all the people's hearts!
  208. 559 And that which would appear offense in us,
  209. 560 His countenance, like richest alchemy,
  210. 561 Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
  211. Caius Cassius
  212. 562 Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
  213. 563 You have right well conceited. Let us go,
  214. 564 For it is after midnight; and, ere day,
  215. 565 We will awake him, and be sure of him.
  216. [Exeunt.]