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Julius caesar movie watch online1/17/2024 ![]() I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well. ![]() Then must I think you would not have it so? I do fear the people choose Caesar for their king. Were I a common laugher and did use to stale with ordinary oaths my love to every new protester, or if you know that I profess myself in banqueting to all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.Īnd since you know you cannot see yourself so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself that of yourself which you yet know not of. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, that you would have me seek into myself for that which is not in me? I have heard where many of the best respect in Rome, except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus and groaning underneath this age's yoke, have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, that you have no such mirrors as will turn your hidden worthiness into your eye, that you might see your shadow. No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself but by reflection, by some other things. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Nor construe any further my neglect than that poor Brutus with himself at w*r forgets the shows of love to other men. Vexed I am of late, with passions of some difference.Ĭonceptions only proper to myself, which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors, but let not therefore my good friends be grieved, among which number, Cassius, be you one. If I have veiled my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance merely upon myself. You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over your friend that loves you.Ĭassius, be not deceived. ![]() I have not from your eyes that gentleness and show of love as I was wont to have. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires. ![]() I do lack some part of that quick spirit that is in Antony. What sayest thou to me now? Speak once again. I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, cry "Caesar."Ī soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Peace yet again! Who is it in the press that calls on me? When Caesar says "do this," it is performed. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, when he doth run his course.įorget not, in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calpurnia, for our elders say, the barren touched in this holy chase shake off their sterile curse. Who else would soar above the view of men and keep us all in servile fearfulness? These growing feathers, plucked from Caesar's wing, will make him fly an ordinary pitch. Let no images be hung with Caesar's trophies. May we do so? You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Disrobe the images if you do find them decked with ceremonies. They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness! See where their basest metal be not moved. Many a time and oft have you climbed up to walls and battlements, to towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops, your infants in your arms, and there have sat the live-long day with patient expectation to see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.Īnd when you saw his chariot but appear, have you not made a universal shout, that Tiber trembled underneath her banks, to hear the replication of your sounds made in her concave shores?Īnd do you now strew flowers in his way that comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?īe gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, pray to the gods to intermit the plague that needs must light on this ingratitude. O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, knew you not Pompey? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! What tributaries follow him to Rome, to grace in c*ptive bonds his chariot wheels? Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work.īut indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.īut what trade art thou? Answer me directly.Ī trade, sir, that I hope, I may use with a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!
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