Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 3, of Julius Caesar.CINNA THE POET. Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.FIRST PLEBEIAN. As a friend or an enemy?CINNA THE POET. As a friend.SECOND PLEBEIAN. That matter is answered directly.FOURTH PLEBEIAN. For your dwelling—briefly.CINNA THE POET. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.THIRD PLEBEIAN. Your name, sir, truly.CINNA THE POET. Truly, my name is Cinna.FIRST PLEBEIAN. Tear him to pieces! He’s a conspirator.CINNA THE POET. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.FOURTH PLEBEIAN. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.CINNA THE POET. I am not Cinna the conspirator.FOURTH PLEBEIAN. It is no matter, his name’s Cinna. Pluck but hisname out of his heart, and turn him going.THIRD PLEBEIAN. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! Firebrands!To Brutus’, to Cassius’! Burn all! Some to Decius’house, and some to Casca’s; some to Ligarius’. Away, go![Exeunt]
Read the excerpt from Julius Caesar, act 1, scene 2.BRUTUS. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,That you would have me seek into myselfFor that which is not in me?70CASSIUS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.And since you know you cannot see yourselfSo well as by reflection, I, your glass,Will modestly discover to yourselfThat of yourself which you yet know not of.75And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.Were I a common laugher, or did useTo stale with ordinary oaths my loveTo every new protester; if you knowThat I do fawn on men and hug them hard80And after scandal them: or if you knowThat I profess myself in banquetingTo all the rout: then hold me dangerous.
Read the excerpt from Julius Caesar, act 1, scene 2.SOOTHSAYER. Beware the ides of March.CAESAR. What man is that?BRUTUS. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.CAESAR. Set him before me; let me see his face.CASSIUS. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.25CAESAR. What say’st thou to me now? Speak once again.SOOTHSAYER. Beware the ides of March.
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 3, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.[Enter the Ghost of CAESAR]How ill this taper burns! Ha! Who comes here?I think it is the weakness of mine eyesThat shapes this monstrous apparition.It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? Speak to me what thou art.GHOST. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.BRUTUS. Why comest thou?GHOST. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.BRUTUS. Well; then I shall see thee again?GHOST. Ay, at Philippi.BRUTUS. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.[Exit GHOST]
Read the excerpt from act 5, scene 1, of Julius Caesar.BRUTUS. No, Cassius, no:Think not, thou noble Roman,That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome.He bears too great a mind. But this same dayMust end that work the ides of March begun;And whether we shall meet again I know not.Therefore our everlasting farewell take.Forever and forever farewell, Cassius.If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.If not, why then, this parting was well made.
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