Read this schedule. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,. At your best leisure, this his humble suit. O Caesar, read mine first, for mine's a suit. That touches Caesar nearer.
Read it, great Caesar! What touches us ourself shall be last served. Delay not, Caesar, read it instantly! What, is the fellow mad? Sirrah, give place. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. What enterprise, Popilius? What said Popilius Lena? He wished today our enterprise might thrive. Look how he makes to Caesar. Mark him.
Be sudden , for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,. Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back ,. For I will slay myself.
Cassius, be constant. Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes,. For look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Trebonius knows his time; for look you, Brutus,. He draws Mark Antony out of the way. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go. And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. He is addressed. Press near and second him. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Are we all ready? What is now amiss. That Caesar and his Senate must redress? Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,. Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat. An humble heart —. I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings and these lowly courtesies. Might fire the blood of ordinary men,.
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree. Into the law of children. Be not fond. To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood. That will be thawed from the true quality. With that which melteth fools — I mean sweet words,. If thou dost bend , and pray, and fawn for him,. I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Know , Caesar doth not wrong , nor without cause. Will he be satisfied.
Is there no voice more worthy than my own,. To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear. For the repealing of my banished brother? I kiss thy hand — but not in flattery, Caesar —. Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may. Have an immediate freedom of repeal. What, Brutus?
Pardon, Caesar! Caesar, pardon! As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,. To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. I could be well moved , if I were as you;. If I could pray to move, prayers would move me. But I am constant as the northern star,. Of whose true-fixed and resting quality.
There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks,. They are all fire and every one doth shine;.
But there's but one in all doth hold his place. So in the world: 'tis furnished well with men,. And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ;. Yet in the number I do know but one. That, unassailable , holds on his rank ,. Unshaked of motion ; and that I am he. Let me a little show it, even in this —. That I was constant Cimber should be banished,. And constant do remain to keep him so. O Caesar —. Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Great Caesar —. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Speak, hands for me! Et tu, Brute? Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets! Some to the common pulpits , and cry out. People and Senators, be not affrighted. Fly not; stand stiff. Ambition's debt is paid. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
And Cassius too. Where's Publius? Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's. Should chance —. Talk not of standing. There is no harm intended to your person,. Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius. And leave us, Publius, lest that the people,. Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Do so, and let no man abide this deed. But we the doers. Where is Antony? Fled to his house amazed.
Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,. As it were doomsday. Fates, we will know your pleasures. That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time,. Yet he does so in a handshake, an apparent gesture of allegiance. Surely the conspirators run a great risk by letting such a fickle audience listen to the mournful Antony.
Because he feels that he himself, by helping to murder a dear friend, has sacrificed the most, Brutus believes that he will be respected for giving priority to public matters over private ones.
This scene allows you to see another opinion of Caesar. Artemidorus is a Roman who loves Caesar and sees the conspirators as traitors. From this man's viewpoint, the reader gets a hint of the greatness that was once Caesar.
This scene also highlights the public nature of the conspiracy. Given that Artemidorus knows all about the conspirators and their plans, it is made clear that the latter have not kept quiet. Caesar is among the few who do not know what is about to happen.
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