Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.Ĭassius then starts to suggest things that Brutus' own humbleness won't let him acknowledge. Where many of the best respect in Rome, 65Įxcept immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus That you have no such mirrors as will turn Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.

Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,īy means whereof this breast of mine hath buried 55 Brutus reassures Cassius that 'it's not you, it's me,' claiming that he's been preoccupied with some thoughts that he'd rather keep to himself. Cassius says his good friend Brutus hasn't seemed very friendly recently. Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,īrutus and Cassius meet and talk while everyone else moves on to the next event. (Among which number, Cassius, be you one) 50 Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.īut let not therefore my good friends be grieved Of late with passions of some difference, You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand 40īe not deceived. I have not from your eyes that gentleness

Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires. Will you go see the order of the course? 30 (Psst! The 'Ides of March' refers to the 15th of March, a day that was marked by religious ceremonies in the Roman calendar.) Caesar now hears the famous warning to 'beware the Ides of March,' but he ignores it. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.Īfter broadcasting his wife's business in the street, Caesar hears a psychic (a.k.a., a soothsayer) call out to him in the crowd. 20Ī soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. I hear a tongue shriller than all the musicĬry “Caesar.” Speak. How do we know it's not you're little swimmers that need to be 'touched'?)īid every noise be still. Seriously.Īntony will be running and whipping this year, and Caesar wants to make sure he hits Calphurnia with his whip in order to cure her infertility. Here's the deal: Caesar, Brutus, their wives, and all sorts of other folks celebrating the feast of the Lupercal, an annual party which involves a bunch of Romans dressed in leather loincloths running around the city lashing whoever they find with a goatskin whip. Sennet.Ĭaesar calls his wife, Calphurnia over and tells her to stand right in front of Antony when he 'runs his course.' Then he tells Antony to be sure to 'touch' Calphurnia. When Caesar says “Do this,” it is performed. The barren, touchèd in this holy chase, 10 Enter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calphurnia, Portia,ĭecius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a Soothsayer Īfter them Marullus and Flavius and Commoners.

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