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    The Tragedy of Julius Caesar or The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar
    The Tragedy of Julius Caesar or The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar
    The Tragedy of Julius Caesar or The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar
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    The Tragedy of Julius Caesar or The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar

    By William Shakespeare

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    Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (First Folio title: The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar) is a history play and tragedy by William Shakespeare first performed in 1599.
    In the play, Brutus joins a conspiracy led by Cassius to assassinate Julius Caesar, to prevent him from becoming a tyrant. Caesar's right-hand man Antony stirs up hostility against the conspirators and Rome becomes embroiled in a dramatic civil war.

    he play opens with two tribunes discovering the commoners of Rome celebrating Julius Caesar's triumphant return from defeating the sons of his military rival, Pompey. The tribunes, insulting the crowd for their change in loyalty from Pompey to Caesar, attempt to end the festivities and break up the commoners, who return the insults.

    During the feast of Lupercal, Caesar holds a victory parade and a soothsayer warns him to "Beware the ides of March," which he ignores. Meanwhile, Cassius attempts to convince Brutus to join his conspiracy to kill Caesar. Although Brutus, friendly towards Caesar, is hesitant to kill him, he agrees that Caesar may be abusing his power.

    They then hear from Casca that Mark Antony has offered Caesar the crown of Rome three times. Casca tells them that each time Caesar refused it with increasing reluctance, hoping that the crowd watching would insist that he accept the crown. He describes how the crowd applauded Caesar for denying the crown, and how this upset Caesar.

    On the eve of the ides of March, the conspirators meet and reveal that they have forged letters of support from the Roman people to tempt Brutus into joining. Brutus reads the letters and, after much moral debate, decides to join the conspiracy, thinking that Caesar should be killed to prevent him from doing anything against the people of Rome if he were ever to be crowned.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMemorable Classics eBooks
    Release dateJun 1, 2022
    ISBN9791221352696
    The Tragedy of Julius Caesar or The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest playwright the world has seen. He produced an astonishing amount of work; 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and 5 poems. He died on 23rd April 1616, aged 52, and was buried in the Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.

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      The Tragedy of Julius Caesar or The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar - William Shakespeare

      SCENE II. A public place.

      Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer

      CAESAR

      Calpurnia!

      CASCA

      Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

      CAESAR

      Calpurnia!

      CALPURNIA

      Here, my lord.

      CAESAR

      Stand you directly in Antonius' way,

      When he doth run his course. Antonius!

      ANTONY

      Caesar, my lord?

      CAESAR

      Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,

      To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,

      The barren, touched in this holy chase,

      Shake off their sterile curse.

      ANTONY

      I shall remember:

      When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.

      CAESAR

      Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

      Flourish

      Soothsayer

      Caesar!

      CAESAR

      Ha! who calls?

      CASCA

      Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!

      CAESAR

      Who is it in the press that calls on me?

      I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,

      Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.

      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.

      CAESAR

      What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.

      Soothsayer

      Beware the ides of March.

      CAESAR

      He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

      Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS

      CASSIUS

      Will you go see the order of the course?

      BRUTUS

      Not I.

      CASSIUS

      I pray you, do.

      BRUTUS

      I am not gamesome: I do lack some part

      Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

      Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;

      I'll leave you.

      CASSIUS

      Brutus, I do observe you now of late:

      I have not from your eyes that gentleness

      And show of love as I was wont to have:

      You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand

      Over your friend that loves you.

      BRUTUS

      Cassius,

      Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,

      I turn the trouble of my countenance

      Merely upon myself. Vexed I am

      Of late with passions of some difference,

      Conceptions 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—

      Nor construe any further my neglect,

      Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,

      Forgets the shows of love to other men.

      CASSIUS

      Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;

      By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried

      Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.

      Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

      BRUTUS

      No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,

      But by reflection, by some other things.

      CASSIUS

      'Tis just:

      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. 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 wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

      BRUTUS

      Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,

      That you would have me seek into myself

      For that which is not in me?

      CASSIUS

      Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:

      And 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.

      And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:

      Were I a common laugher, or did use

      To stale with ordinary oaths my love

      To every new protester; if you know

      That I do fawn on men and hug them hard

      And after scandal them, or if you know

      That I profess myself in banqueting

      To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

      Flourish, and shout

      BRUTUS

      What means this shouting? I do fear, the people

      Choose Caesar for their king.

      CASSIUS

      Ay, do you fear it?

      Then must I think you would not have it so.

      BRUTUS

      I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.

      But wherefore do you hold me here so long?

      What is it that you would impart to me?

      If it be aught toward the general good,

      Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,

      And I will look on both indifferently,

      For let the gods so speed me as I love

      The name of honour more than I fear death.

      CASSIUS

      I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

      As well as I do know your outward favour.

      Well, honour is the subject of my story.

      I cannot tell what you and other men

      Think of this life; but, for my single self,

      I had as lief not be as live to be

      In awe of such a thing as I myself.

      I was born free as Caesar; so were you:

      We both have fed as well, and we can both

      Endure the winter's cold as well as he:

      For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

      The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,

      Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now

      Leap in with me into this angry flood,

      And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,

      Accoutred as I was, I plunged in

      And bade him follow; so indeed he did.

      The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it

      With lusty sinews, throwing it aside

      And stemming it with hearts of controversy;

      But ere we could arrive the point proposed,

      Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'

      I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,

      Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder

      The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber

      Did I the tired Caesar. And this man

      Is now become a god, and Cassius is

      A wretched creature and must bend his body,

      If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

      He had a fever when he was in Spain,

      And when the fit was on him, I did mark

      How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;

      His coward lips did from their colour fly,

      And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world

      Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:

      Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans

      Mark him and write his speeches in their

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