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0:01:34 > 0:01:40Hence! Home, you idle creatures! Get you home!
0:01:40 > 0:01:42Is this a holiday?
0:01:44 > 0:01:46What trade art thou?
0:01:46 > 0:01:49Why, sir, a carpenter.
0:01:49 > 0:01:51What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
0:01:51 > 0:01:55You, sir, what trade are you?
0:01:55 > 0:01:56Truly, sir?
0:01:58 > 0:02:01A mender of bad soles.
0:02:01 > 0:02:03LAUGHTER
0:02:03 > 0:02:04What trade, thou knave?
0:02:04 > 0:02:07Thou naughty knave, what trade?
0:02:07 > 0:02:10Nay, sir, I beseech you, be not out with me.
0:02:10 > 0:02:16Yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
0:02:16 > 0:02:17LAUGHTER
0:02:17 > 0:02:22What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow!
0:02:22 > 0:02:24Why, sir, cobble you.
0:02:25 > 0:02:27- Thou art a cobbler, art thou? - CHEERING
0:02:27 > 0:02:32Truly, sir, all that I live by is with...
0:02:32 > 0:02:33the awl.
0:02:33 > 0:02:37But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
0:02:37 > 0:02:42Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
0:02:42 > 0:02:44- Truly, sir?- ALL: Truly, sir?
0:02:47 > 0:02:51To wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work.
0:02:51 > 0:02:56But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Caesar
0:02:56 > 0:02:59and rejoice in his triumphs.
0:02:59 > 0:03:02ALL: Caesar! Caesar! Caesar!
0:03:02 > 0:03:06THEY START TO SING
0:03:06 > 0:03:10You blocks! You stones, you worse than senseless things!
0:03:10 > 0:03:14O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome!
0:03:14 > 0:03:16Knew you not Pompey?
0:03:16 > 0:03:20Many a time and oft have you climb'd up to towers and windows, to walls and battlements,
0:03:20 > 0:03:22yea, to chimney-tops,
0:03:22 > 0:03:26your infants in your arms, and there have sat the livelong day,
0:03:26 > 0:03:32in patient expectation, to see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.
0:03:32 > 0:03:36And do you now put on your best attire?
0:03:36 > 0:03:39And do you now cull out a holiday?
0:03:39 > 0:03:44And do you now strew flowers in his way that comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
0:03:44 > 0:03:46- HE TUTS - Be gone!
0:03:46 > 0:03:50Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
0:03:50 > 0:03:56pray to the gods to intermit the plague that needs must light on this ingratitude!
0:03:56 > 0:04:00See whether their basest metal be not moved.
0:04:00 > 0:04:05They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
0:04:05 > 0:04:09Go you down that way towards the Capitol. This way will I.
0:04:09 > 0:04:13Disrobe the images, if you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
0:04:13 > 0:04:16May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
0:04:16 > 0:04:24It is no matter. Let no images be hung with Caesar's trophies.
0:04:24 > 0:04:27I'll about and drive away the vulgar from the streets.
0:04:27 > 0:04:30So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
0:04:30 > 0:04:34These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
0:04:34 > 0:04:37will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
0:04:37 > 0:04:41who else would soar above the view of men
0:04:41 > 0:04:45and keep us all in servile fearfulness.
0:04:45 > 0:04:51AFRICAN DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
0:04:51 > 0:04:55# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing Caesar, Caesar, sing
0:04:55 > 0:04:59# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing Caesar, Caesar, sing
0:04:59 > 0:05:02# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing, oh
0:05:02 > 0:05:06# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing, oh
0:05:06 > 0:05:10# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing Caesar, Caesar, sing
0:05:10 > 0:05:14# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing Caesar, Caesar, sing
0:05:14 > 0:05:18# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing, oh
0:05:18 > 0:05:22# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing, oh
0:05:22 > 0:05:24# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing... #
0:05:24 > 0:05:27Peace, ho! Caesar speaks!
0:05:27 > 0:05:29- Calpurnia.- Here, my lord.
0:05:29 > 0:05:36Stand you directly in Antonius' way, when he doth run his course.
0:05:36 > 0:05:38- Antonius.- Caesar, my lord?
0:05:38 > 0:05:43Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calpurnia,
0:05:43 > 0:05:49for our elders say, the barren, touched in this holy chase,
0:05:49 > 0:05:52shake off their sterile curse.
0:05:52 > 0:05:57I shall remember. When Caesar says, "Do this," it is perform'd.
0:05:57 > 0:06:02- APPLAUSE - Press on, and leave no ceremony out.
0:06:02 > 0:06:06- # Oh, Caesar, sing, sing Caesar, Caesar, sing... # MAN:- Caesar...
0:06:06 > 0:06:08# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing Caesar, Caesar... #
0:06:08 > 0:06:12Let every noise be still!
0:06:12 > 0:06:14Peace yet again.
0:06:15 > 0:06:20Who is it in the press that calls on me?
0:06:21 > 0:06:28I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, cry, "Caesar!"
0:06:28 > 0:06:32Speak. Caesar is turn'd to hear.
0:06:34 > 0:06:36Beware...
0:06:36 > 0:06:40the Ides of March.
0:06:40 > 0:06:41MURMURING
0:06:43 > 0:06:46What man is that?
0:06:46 > 0:06:51A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
0:06:51 > 0:06:56Set him before me. Let me see his face.
0:06:56 > 0:06:59Fellow, come from the throng. Look upon Caesar.
0:07:02 > 0:07:06What say'st thou to me now?
0:07:06 > 0:07:09Speak once again.
0:07:09 > 0:07:13Beware the Ides of March.
0:07:21 > 0:07:23He's a dreamer.
0:07:23 > 0:07:25LAUGHTER
0:07:25 > 0:07:29Let us leave him. Pass!
0:07:29 > 0:07:34# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing Caesar, Caesar, sing
0:07:34 > 0:07:38# Oh, Caesar, sing, sing Caesar, Caesar, sing... #
0:07:40 > 0:07:42Will you go see the order of the course?
0:07:42 > 0:07:44Not I.
0:07:44 > 0:07:47- I pray you, do. - I am not gamesome.
0:07:47 > 0:07:50I do lack some part of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
0:07:50 > 0:07:54Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires. I'll leave you.
0:07:54 > 0:07:59Brutus...I do observe you now of late.
0:07:59 > 0:08:03I have not from your eyes that gentleness and show of love as I was wont to have.
0:08:03 > 0:08:09- You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over your friend that loves you.- Cassius, be not deceived.
0:08:09 > 0:08:13If I have veil'd my look,
0:08:13 > 0:08:17I turn the trouble of my countenance merely upon myself.
0:08:17 > 0:08:23Vexed I am of late with passions of some difference,
0:08:23 > 0:08:29conceptions only proper to myself, which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours.
0:08:29 > 0:08:34But let not therefore my good friends be grieved - among which number, Cassius, be you one.
0:08:34 > 0:08:39Nor construe any further my neglect, than that poor Brutus,
0:08:39 > 0:08:44with himself at war, forgets the shows of love to other men.
0:08:44 > 0:08:48Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion.
0:08:48 > 0:08:56By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried thoughts of great value,
0:08:56 > 0:08:58worthy cogitations.
0:08:59 > 0:09:03Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
0:09:05 > 0:09:11- No, Cassius - for the eye sees not itself...- Sees not itself...
0:09:11 > 0:09:16- ..but by reflection, by some other things.- ..but by reflection, by some other things.
0:09:16 > 0:09:21'Tis just! And it is very much lamented,
0:09:21 > 0:09:26Brutus, that you have no such mirrors as will turn your hidden worthiness into your eye,
0:09:26 > 0:09:28that you may see your shadow.
0:09:28 > 0:09:35I have heard, where many of the best respect in Rome, except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
0:09:35 > 0:09:38and groaning underneath this age's yoke,
0:09:38 > 0:09:42have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
0:09:42 > 0:09:46Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, that you would have me
0:09:46 > 0:09:49seek into myself for that which is not in me?
0:09:49 > 0:09:53Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear,
0:09:53 > 0:09:58and since you know you cannot see yourself so well as by reflection,
0:09:58 > 0:10:04I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself that of yourself which you yet know not of.
0:10:04 > 0:10:07CLAMOUR IN STREET
0:10:07 > 0:10:11What means this shouting? I do fear, the people choose Caesar for their king.
0:10:11 > 0:10:14Ay, do you fear it?
0:10:14 > 0:10:18Then must I think you would not have it so.
0:10:21 > 0:10:25I would not, Cassius.
0:10:25 > 0:10:27Yet I love him well.
0:10:27 > 0:10:34But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me?
0:10:34 > 0:10:38If it be aught toward the general good, set honour in one eye
0:10:38 > 0:10:44and death in the other, and I will look on both indifferently,
0:10:44 > 0:10:50for let the gods so speed me as I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
0:10:50 > 0:10:56I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, as well as I do know your outward favour.
0:10:56 > 0:11:03Well, honour is the subject of my story.
0:11:04 > 0:11:08I cannot tell what you and other men think of this life,
0:11:08 > 0:11:17but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.
0:11:17 > 0:11:22I was born free as Caesar. So were you. We both have fed as well,
0:11:22 > 0:11:27and we can both endure the winter's cold as well as he.
0:11:27 > 0:11:34For once, upon a raw and gusty day, the troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
0:11:34 > 0:11:41Caesar said to me, "Darest thou, Cassius, now leap in with me into this angry flood?"
0:11:41 > 0:11:49Upon the word, accoutred as I was, I plunged in and bade him follow. So indeed he did.
0:11:49 > 0:11:53The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it with lusty sinews,
0:11:53 > 0:11:57throwing it aside and stemming it with hearts of controversy.
0:11:57 > 0:12:01But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
0:12:01 > 0:12:05Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!"
0:12:05 > 0:12:11And this man is now become a god,
0:12:11 > 0:12:17and Cassius is a wretched creature and must bend his body, if Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
0:12:17 > 0:12:23He had a fever when he was in Spain, and when the fit was on him, I did mark how he did shake.
0:12:23 > 0:12:25'Tis true, this god did shake.
0:12:25 > 0:12:28His coward lips did from their colour fly,
0:12:28 > 0:12:32and that same eye whose bend doth awe the world did lose his lustre.
0:12:32 > 0:12:36I did hear him groan. Ay, and that tongue of his
0:12:36 > 0:12:41that bade the Romans mark him and write his speeches in their books,
0:12:41 > 0:12:47alas, it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius," as a sick girl.
0:12:47 > 0:12:53Ye gods, it doth amaze me. A man of such a feeble temper should so get the start of the majestic world.
0:12:53 > 0:12:55And bear the palm alone.
0:12:55 > 0:12:58CLAMOUR IN STREET
0:12:58 > 0:13:00Another general shout.
0:13:02 > 0:13:07I do believe that these applauses are for some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.
0:13:07 > 0:13:12Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world like a colossus,
0:13:12 > 0:13:17and we petty men walk under his huge legs and peep about
0:13:17 > 0:13:22to find ourselves dishonourable graves.
0:13:22 > 0:13:28Men at some times are masters of their fates.
0:13:28 > 0:13:35The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
0:13:37 > 0:13:40Brutus and Caesar. What should be in that "Caesar"?
0:13:40 > 0:13:43Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
0:13:43 > 0:13:47Write them together, it is as fair a name.
0:13:47 > 0:13:51Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well.
0:13:51 > 0:13:52Weigh them, it is as heavy!
0:13:52 > 0:13:56Conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
0:13:56 > 0:13:59Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
0:13:59 > 0:14:03upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, that he is grown so great?!
0:14:03 > 0:14:06Age, thou art shamed!
0:14:06 > 0:14:11Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
0:14:12 > 0:14:18When went there by an age, since the great flood, but it was famed with more than with one man?
0:14:18 > 0:14:25When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome, that her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
0:14:25 > 0:14:30Now is it Rome indeed and room enough, when there is in it but one only man.
0:14:30 > 0:14:33That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.
0:14:33 > 0:14:37What you would work me to, I have some aim.
0:14:37 > 0:14:42How I have thought of this, and of these times, I shall recount hereafter.
0:14:42 > 0:14:48For this present, I would not, so with love I might entreat you, be any further moved.
0:14:50 > 0:14:55What you have said I will consider. What you have to say I will with patience hear,
0:14:55 > 0:14:58and find a time both meet to hear...
0:15:00 > 0:15:04..and answer such high things.
0:15:06 > 0:15:11Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
0:15:11 > 0:15:16Brutus had rather be a villager than to repute himself a son of Rome
0:15:16 > 0:15:21under these hard conditions that this time is like to lay upon us.
0:15:21 > 0:15:26I am glad that my weak words have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
0:15:26 > 0:15:28CLAMOUR IN STREET
0:15:28 > 0:15:31The games are done and Caesar is returning.
0:15:34 > 0:15:38As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, and he will, after his sour fashion,
0:15:38 > 0:15:41tell you what hath proceeded worthy note today.
0:15:41 > 0:15:44I will do so. But, look you, Cassius, the angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
0:15:44 > 0:15:50- and all the rest look like a chidden train.- Casca will tell us what the matter is.
0:15:50 > 0:15:54- Antonius.- Caesar?
0:15:54 > 0:15:58- Let me have men about me that are fat. - LAUGHTER
0:15:58 > 0:16:03Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights.
0:16:03 > 0:16:07Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
0:16:07 > 0:16:12He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
0:16:12 > 0:16:16Fear him not, Caesar. He's not dangerous.
0:16:16 > 0:16:21- He is a noble Roman and well given. - Would he were fatter!
0:16:21 > 0:16:28But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear,
0:16:28 > 0:16:32I do not know the man I should avoid
0:16:32 > 0:16:36so soon as that spare Cassius.
0:16:38 > 0:16:42He reads much. He is a great observer
0:16:42 > 0:16:47and he looks quite through the deeds of men.
0:16:47 > 0:16:54He loves no plays, as thou dost, Antony. He hears no music.
0:16:54 > 0:16:59Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort as if he mock'd himself
0:16:59 > 0:17:03and scorn'd his spirit that could be moved to smile at any thing.
0:17:03 > 0:17:13Such men as he be never at heart's ease whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
0:17:13 > 0:17:17and therefore are they very dangerous.
0:17:17 > 0:17:23- I rather tell thee what is to- be- fear'd than what- I- fear
0:17:23 > 0:17:25for always I am Caesar.
0:17:28 > 0:17:31Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
0:17:31 > 0:17:36and tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
0:17:54 > 0:17:57You pull'd me by the sleeve - would you speak with me?
0:17:57 > 0:18:02Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today, that Caesar looks so sad.
0:18:02 > 0:18:06Why, you were with him, were you not?
0:18:06 > 0:18:11I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
0:18:11 > 0:18:17Why, there was a crown offered him, and being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus.
0:18:17 > 0:18:20And the people fell a-shouting.
0:18:20 > 0:18:25- What was the second noise for? - Why, for that too. - They shouted thrice -
0:18:25 > 0:18:27what was the last cry for?
0:18:27 > 0:18:30- Why, for that too. - Was the crown offered him thrice?
0:18:30 > 0:18:36Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other,
0:18:36 > 0:18:41and at every putting-by mine honest neighbours shouted.
0:18:41 > 0:18:43Who offered him the crown?
0:18:43 > 0:18:45Why, Antony!
0:18:48 > 0:18:55- Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.- I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it.
0:18:55 > 0:18:59It was mere foolery. I did not mark it.
0:18:59 > 0:19:05I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown, yet 'twas not a crown neither -
0:19:05 > 0:19:08'twas one of these coronets -
0:19:08 > 0:19:14and, as I told you, he put it by once, but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it.
0:19:14 > 0:19:17Then he offered it to him again,
0:19:17 > 0:19:19then he put it by again,
0:19:19 > 0:19:25but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it.
0:19:25 > 0:19:28And then he offered it the third time
0:19:28 > 0:19:31he put it the third time by.
0:19:31 > 0:19:38And still, as he refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their chapped hands
0:19:38 > 0:19:41and threw up their sweaty night-caps
0:19:41 > 0:19:47and uttered such a deal of stinking breath that it almost choked Caesar,
0:19:47 > 0:19:53for he swounded and fell down at it, and for mine own part, I durst not laugh,
0:19:53 > 0:19:57for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
0:19:57 > 0:20:01But, soft, I pray you - what, did Caesar swound?
0:20:01 > 0:20:06He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
0:20:06 > 0:20:08'Tis very like - he hath the falling sickness.
0:20:08 > 0:20:15No, Caesar hath it not. But you and I, and honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
0:20:15 > 0:20:18I know not what you mean by that, but, I am sure, Caesar fell down.
0:20:18 > 0:20:24If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and displeased them,
0:20:24 > 0:20:28as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man.
0:20:28 > 0:20:33Erm...what said he when he came unto himself?
0:20:33 > 0:20:41Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown,
0:20:41 > 0:20:46he plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his throat to cut.
0:20:46 > 0:20:53An I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,
0:20:53 > 0:20:57I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so he fell.
0:20:57 > 0:21:00When he came to himself again, he said,
0:21:00 > 0:21:07if he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity.
0:21:07 > 0:21:11Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried, "Alas, good soul!"
0:21:11 > 0:21:14and forgave him with all their hearts.
0:21:14 > 0:21:17But there's no heed to be taken of them -
0:21:17 > 0:21:22if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
0:21:22 > 0:21:28- And after that, he came, thus sad, away?- Ay.- Did Cicero say any thing?
0:21:28 > 0:21:31Ay, he spoke Greek.
0:21:31 > 0:21:36- To what effect? - Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you in the face again,
0:21:36 > 0:21:42but those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads,
0:21:42 > 0:21:47but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
0:21:48 > 0:21:53I could tell you more news too.
0:21:53 > 0:22:01Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Caesar's images, are put to silence.
0:22:01 > 0:22:05Fare...you...well.
0:22:05 > 0:22:09There was more foolery yet,
0:22:09 > 0:22:12if I could remember it.
0:22:12 > 0:22:17- Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?- No, I am promised forth.
0:22:17 > 0:22:24- Will you dine with me tomorrow? - Ay, if I be alive, and your word hold,
0:22:24 > 0:22:26and your dinner worth the eating.
0:22:26 > 0:22:31- Good. I will expect you.- Do so.
0:22:31 > 0:22:33Farewell...both.
0:22:41 > 0:22:45What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
0:22:45 > 0:22:49- He was quick mettle when he went to school.- So is he now,
0:22:49 > 0:22:53in execution of any bold or noble enterprise,
0:22:53 > 0:22:58- however he puts on this tardy form. - For this time I will leave you.
0:22:58 > 0:23:02Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come home to you.
0:23:02 > 0:23:05Or, if you will, come home to me, and I will wait for you.
0:23:05 > 0:23:10I will do so. Till then, think of the world.
0:23:21 > 0:23:25Well, Brutus, thou art noble.
0:23:25 > 0:23:30Yet, I see, thy honourable metal may be wrought from that it is disposed,
0:23:30 > 0:23:34therefore it is meet that noble minds keep ever with their like.
0:23:34 > 0:23:38For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
0:23:41 > 0:23:47Caesar doth bear me hard, yet he loves Brutus.
0:23:47 > 0:23:51If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, he should not humour me.
0:23:51 > 0:23:57I will this night, in several hands, in at his windows throw, as if they came from several citizens,
0:23:57 > 0:24:01writings all tending to the great opinion that Rome holds of his name,
0:24:01 > 0:24:05wherein obscurely Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at.
0:24:05 > 0:24:12After this let Caesar seat him sure...
0:24:12 > 0:24:16for we will shake him, or worse days endure.
0:24:26 > 0:24:29THUNDERCLAP
0:24:31 > 0:24:33HE GASPS
0:24:33 > 0:24:36HE CRIES OUT
0:24:36 > 0:24:40Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?
0:24:40 > 0:24:43Why are you breathless and why stare you so?
0:24:43 > 0:24:47Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth shakes like a thing unfirm?
0:24:47 > 0:24:53O Cicero, I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds have rived the knotty oaks,
0:24:53 > 0:25:01and I have seen the ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, to be exalted with the threatening clouds,
0:25:01 > 0:25:06but never till tonight, never till now, did I go through a tempest dropping fire!
0:25:06 > 0:25:09Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?
0:25:09 > 0:25:12A common slave - you know him well by sight - held up his left hand,
0:25:12 > 0:25:17which did flame and burn like 20 torches join'd,
0:25:17 > 0:25:21and yet his hand, not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
0:25:21 > 0:25:26Against the Capitol I met a lion, who glared upon me,
0:25:26 > 0:25:31and went surly by, without annoying me. When these prodigies do so conjointly meet,
0:25:31 > 0:25:36let not men say, "These are their reasons - they are natural."
0:25:36 > 0:25:41For, I believe, they are portentous things unto the climate that they point upon.
0:25:41 > 0:25:46Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time.
0:25:46 > 0:25:52But men may construe things after their fashion, clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
0:25:53 > 0:25:55Hm!
0:25:56 > 0:25:59- Come Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow? - He doth,
0:25:59 > 0:26:03for he did bid Antonius send word to you he would be there tomorrow.
0:26:03 > 0:26:09Good night then, Casca. This disturbed sky is not to walk in.
0:26:12 > 0:26:13Farewell, Cicero.
0:26:15 > 0:26:20- Who's there?!- A Roman! - Casca, by your voice.
0:26:20 > 0:26:24Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
0:26:24 > 0:26:30- A very pleasing night to honest men. - Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
0:26:30 > 0:26:33Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
0:26:33 > 0:26:40For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, submitting me unto the perilous night,
0:26:40 > 0:26:46and, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone,
0:26:46 > 0:26:51and when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open the breast of heaven,
0:26:51 > 0:26:55I did present myself even in the aim and very flash of it.
0:26:55 > 0:26:58But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
0:26:58 > 0:27:03It is the part of men to fear and tremble, when the most mighty gods
0:27:03 > 0:27:07- by tokens send such dreadful heralds to astonish us.- You are dull, Casca,
0:27:07 > 0:27:12and those sparks of life that should be in a Roman you do want, or else you use not.
0:27:12 > 0:27:16You look pale and gaze and put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
0:27:16 > 0:27:20to see the strange impatience of the heavens.
0:27:21 > 0:27:27Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man most like this dreadful night,
0:27:27 > 0:27:34that thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars as doth the lion in the Capitol,
0:27:34 > 0:27:38a man no mightier than thyself or me in personal action,
0:27:38 > 0:27:44yet prodigious grown and fearful, as these strange eruptions are!
0:27:44 > 0:27:47'Tis Caesar that you mean, is it not, Cassius?
0:27:47 > 0:27:53Let it be who it is, for Romans now have thews and limbs like to their ancestors.
0:27:53 > 0:28:00- But, woe the while! Our fathers' minds are dead, and we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits.- Indeed,
0:28:00 > 0:28:04they say tomorrow the senators mean to establish Caesar as a king.
0:28:06 > 0:28:10I know where I will wear this dagger then.
0:28:10 > 0:28:17Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius. Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong.
0:28:17 > 0:28:20Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat!
0:28:20 > 0:28:28If I know this, know all the world besides, that part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure!
0:28:28 > 0:28:35So can I. So every bondman in his own hand bears the power to cancel his captivity.
0:28:35 > 0:28:39Why should Caesar be a tyrant then? Poor man!
0:28:39 > 0:28:43I know he would not be a wolf, but that he sees the Romans are but sheep.
0:28:43 > 0:28:49Those that with haste will make a mighty fire begin it with weak straws.
0:28:49 > 0:28:53What trash is Rome, what rubbish and what offal,
0:28:53 > 0:29:00when it serves for the base matter to illuminate so vile a thing as Caesar!
0:29:00 > 0:29:03But, O grief, where hast thou led me?
0:29:03 > 0:29:08I perhaps speak this before a willing bondman,
0:29:08 > 0:29:13then I know...my answer must be made.
0:29:15 > 0:29:20But I am arm'd, and dangers are to me indifferent.
0:29:23 > 0:29:31You speak to Casca, and to such a man that is no fleering tell-tale.
0:29:33 > 0:29:39Hold my hand - be factious for redress of all these griefs,
0:29:39 > 0:29:43and I will set this foot of mine as far as who goes farthest.
0:29:43 > 0:29:45There's a bargain made.
0:29:45 > 0:29:49Now know you, Casca, I have moved already some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
0:29:49 > 0:29:53to undergo with me an enterprise of honourable-dangerous consequence.
0:29:53 > 0:29:59- And I do know, by this, they stay for me in Pompey's porch.- Stand close, for here comes one in haste.
0:29:59 > 0:30:02'Tis Cinna. I do know him by his gait. He is a friend.
0:30:02 > 0:30:06- Cinna, where haste you so? - To find out you.- Who is that?
0:30:06 > 0:30:10- Metellus Cimber?- No, 'tis Casca, one incorporate to our attempts.
0:30:10 > 0:30:14- Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? - I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this!
0:30:14 > 0:30:17- Am I not stay'd for? tell me. - Yes, you are.
0:30:17 > 0:30:21O Cassius, if you could but win the noble Brutus to our party...
0:30:21 > 0:30:24Be you content, good Cinna, throw this paper,
0:30:24 > 0:30:28in at Brutus' window and this, set up upon old Brutus' statue.
0:30:28 > 0:30:31All this done, repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
0:30:31 > 0:30:33Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
0:30:33 > 0:30:36All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone to seek you at your house.
0:30:36 > 0:30:41Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day see Brutus at his house.
0:30:41 > 0:30:43Three parts of him is ours already,
0:30:43 > 0:30:46the man entire upon the next encounter yields him ours.
0:30:46 > 0:30:49O, he sits high in all the people's hearts, and that which would appear
0:30:49 > 0:30:53offence in us, his countenance will change to worthiness.
0:30:53 > 0:30:56Him and his worth and our great need of him.
0:30:56 > 0:30:58You have right well conceited.
0:30:58 > 0:31:05Let us go, for it is after midnight and ere day, we will awake him and be sure of him.
0:31:16 > 0:31:18What, Lucius, ho!
0:31:22 > 0:31:26I cannot, by the progress of the stars, give guess how near to day.
0:31:30 > 0:31:31Lucius, I say!
0:31:36 > 0:31:39Would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
0:31:41 > 0:31:44When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say!
0:31:47 > 0:31:49What, Lucius?
0:31:49 > 0:31:51Call'd you, my lord?
0:31:53 > 0:31:54BRUTUS LAUGHS
0:31:54 > 0:31:57Get me a taper in my study, Lucius. When it is lighted,
0:31:57 > 0:32:00- come and call me here. - I will, my lord.
0:32:07 > 0:32:11It must be by his death...
0:32:13 > 0:32:18..and for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him.
0:32:18 > 0:32:21But for the general, he would be crown'd.
0:32:24 > 0:32:27How that might change his nature, there's the question.
0:32:29 > 0:32:33'Tis the bright day that brings forth the adder,
0:32:33 > 0:32:36and that craves wary walking.
0:32:37 > 0:32:41Crown him? That, and then, I grant,
0:32:41 > 0:32:44we put a sting in him,
0:32:44 > 0:32:47that at his will he may do danger with.
0:32:50 > 0:32:58The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins remorse from power...
0:33:01 > 0:33:04..and to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known
0:33:04 > 0:33:08when his affections sway'd more than his reason.
0:33:08 > 0:33:10But 'tis a common proof
0:33:10 > 0:33:14that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward
0:33:14 > 0:33:18turns his face, but when he once attains the upmost round,
0:33:18 > 0:33:22he then unto the ladder turns his back, looks in the clouds,
0:33:22 > 0:33:25scorning the base degrees by which he did ascend.
0:33:27 > 0:33:35So Caesar may. Then, lest he may...prevent.
0:33:39 > 0:33:44And since the quarrel will bear no colour for the thing he is...
0:33:45 > 0:33:53..fashion it thus, that what he is, augmented, would run to these
0:33:53 > 0:33:55and these extremities.
0:33:55 > 0:34:02And therefore think him as a serpent's egg which, hatch'd, would,
0:34:02 > 0:34:05as his kind, grow mischievous...
0:34:06 > 0:34:08..and kill him in the shell.
0:34:11 > 0:34:13The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
0:34:18 > 0:34:23Searching the window for a flint, I found this paper, thus seal'd up,
0:34:23 > 0:34:26and I am sure it did not lie there when I went to bed.
0:34:26 > 0:34:29Get you to bed again. It is not day.
0:34:34 > 0:34:38Is not tomorrow, boy, the Ides of March?
0:34:38 > 0:34:42- I know not, sir.- Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
0:34:43 > 0:34:45I will, sir.
0:34:56 > 0:35:01Hm... The exhalations whizzing in the air
0:35:01 > 0:35:03give so much light that I may read by them.
0:35:06 > 0:35:08"Brutus, thou sleep'st.
0:35:11 > 0:35:14"Awake, and see thyself.
0:35:16 > 0:35:19"Shall Rome, etc.
0:35:20 > 0:35:25"Speak...strike...redress!
0:35:27 > 0:35:29"Brutus, thou sleep'st.
0:35:29 > 0:35:31"Awake!"
0:35:34 > 0:35:38Such instigations have been often dropp'd where I have took them up.
0:35:41 > 0:35:45"Shall Rome, etc."
0:35:46 > 0:35:52Thus must I piece it out. Shall Rome stand under one man's awe?
0:35:54 > 0:35:56What...Rome?
0:35:58 > 0:36:06My ancestors did from the streets of Rome the Tarquin drive,
0:36:06 > 0:36:07when he was called a king.
0:36:10 > 0:36:16"Speak...strike...redress!"
0:36:19 > 0:36:25Am I entreated to speak and...strike?
0:36:33 > 0:36:41O Rome, I make thee promise, if the redress will follow,
0:36:41 > 0:36:46thou receivest thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
0:36:46 > 0:36:51Sir...March is wasted 14 days.
0:36:52 > 0:36:54KNOCKING 'Tis good.
0:36:58 > 0:37:00Go to the gate. Somebody knocks.
0:37:09 > 0:37:15Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept.
0:37:18 > 0:37:26Between the acting of a dreadful thing and the first motion,
0:37:26 > 0:37:31all the interim is like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
0:37:33 > 0:37:38The genius and the mortal instruments are then in council
0:37:38 > 0:37:40and the state of man,
0:37:40 > 0:37:45like to a little kingdom, suffers then the nature of an insurrection.
0:37:47 > 0:37:50Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
0:37:50 > 0:37:53- who doth desire to see you. - Is he alone?
0:37:53 > 0:37:58- No, sir, there are more with him. - Do you know them?
0:37:58 > 0:38:02No, sir, their hats are pluck'd about their ears,
0:38:02 > 0:38:04and half their faces buried in their cloaks,
0:38:04 > 0:38:07that by no means I may discover them by any mark of favour.
0:38:07 > 0:38:09Let 'em enter.
0:38:25 > 0:38:27They are the faction.
0:38:27 > 0:38:31O conspiracy, shamest thou
0:38:31 > 0:38:37to show thy dangerous brow by night, when evils are most free?
0:38:37 > 0:38:41O, then by day where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
0:38:41 > 0:38:43to mask thy monstrous visage?
0:38:45 > 0:38:51Seek none, conspiracy. Hide it in smiles and affability.
0:38:52 > 0:38:55For if thou put thy native semblance on,
0:38:55 > 0:39:00not Erebus itself were dim enough to hide thee from prevention.
0:39:00 > 0:39:05I think we are too bold upon your rest. Good morrow, Brutus.
0:39:05 > 0:39:10- Do we trouble you?- I have been up this hour, awake all night.
0:39:10 > 0:39:12Know I these men that come along with you?
0:39:12 > 0:39:15Yes, every man of them, and no man here but honours you,
0:39:15 > 0:39:16and every one doth wish you had
0:39:16 > 0:39:21but that opinion of yourself that every noble Roman bears of you.
0:39:21 > 0:39:24- This is Trebonius. - He is welcome hither.
0:39:24 > 0:39:26- This, Decius Brutus. - He is welcome too.
0:39:26 > 0:39:32- This, Casca. This, Cinna. And this, Metellus Cimber. - They are all welcome.
0:39:32 > 0:39:37- What watchful cares do interpose themselves betwixt your eyes and night?- Shall I entreat a word?
0:39:41 > 0:39:44- Doth not the day break here?- No.
0:39:44 > 0:39:47O, pardon, sir, it doth,
0:39:47 > 0:39:51and yon gray lines that fret the clouds are messengers of day.
0:39:51 > 0:39:54You shall confess that you are both deceived.
0:39:54 > 0:40:00Here, as I draw my sword, the sun arises,
0:40:00 > 0:40:03which is a great deal growing on the south,
0:40:03 > 0:40:06weighing the youthful season of the year.
0:40:07 > 0:40:12Some two months hence, up higher toward the north,
0:40:12 > 0:40:16he first presents his fire
0:40:16 > 0:40:22and the high east stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
0:40:23 > 0:40:26Give me your hands...all over,
0:40:26 > 0:40:31one by one.
0:40:31 > 0:40:32And let us swear our resolution.
0:40:32 > 0:40:36No, not an oath. If not the face of men,
0:40:36 > 0:40:40the sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse. If these be
0:40:40 > 0:40:46motives weak, break off betimes, and every man hence to his idle bed.
0:40:46 > 0:40:51So let high-sighted tyranny range on, till each man drop by lottery.
0:40:51 > 0:40:58But if these, as I am sure they do, bear fire enough to kindle cowards
0:40:58 > 0:41:04and to steel with valour the melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
0:41:04 > 0:41:11what need we any spur but our own cause, to prick us to redress?
0:41:11 > 0:41:16What other bond than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
0:41:16 > 0:41:22and will not palter? And what other oath than honesty to honesty engaged,
0:41:22 > 0:41:26that this shall be, or we will fall for it?
0:41:26 > 0:41:31Swear priests and cowards and such suffering souls that welcome wrongs,
0:41:31 > 0:41:38unto bad causes swear such creatures as men doubt, but do not stain
0:41:38 > 0:41:44the even virtue of our enterprise, nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
0:41:44 > 0:41:48to think that or our cause or our performance did need an oath.
0:41:48 > 0:41:50But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?
0:41:50 > 0:41:53I think he will stand very strong with us.
0:41:53 > 0:41:56- Let us not leave him out. - No, by no means.
0:41:56 > 0:41:58O, let us have him, for his silver hairs will purchase us
0:41:58 > 0:42:02a good opinion. Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
0:42:02 > 0:42:04but all be buried in his gravity.
0:42:04 > 0:42:09O, name him not. Let us not break with him,
0:42:09 > 0:42:12for he will never follow any thing that other men begin.
0:42:12 > 0:42:15- Then leave him out. - Indeed he is not fit.
0:42:15 > 0:42:19Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?
0:42:19 > 0:42:21I think it is not meet that Mark Antony,
0:42:21 > 0:42:24so well beloved of Caesar, should outlive Caesar.
0:42:24 > 0:42:27We shall find of him a shrewd contriver, and you know,
0:42:27 > 0:42:31his means, if he improve them, may well stretch so far
0:42:31 > 0:42:38as to annoy us all, which to prevent, let Antony and Caesar fall together.
0:42:38 > 0:42:41Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
0:42:41 > 0:42:45to cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
0:42:45 > 0:42:48for Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
0:42:50 > 0:42:55Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
0:42:57 > 0:43:01We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar.
0:43:01 > 0:43:04And in the spirit of men there is no blood.
0:43:05 > 0:43:09Go, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
0:43:09 > 0:43:11and not dismember Caesar!
0:43:12 > 0:43:16But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it!
0:43:18 > 0:43:22And, gentle friends, let's kill him boldly,
0:43:22 > 0:43:28but not wrathfully. Let us carve him as a dish fit for the gods...
0:43:29 > 0:43:34..not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
0:43:34 > 0:43:39This shall make our purpose necessary and not envious, which so appearing
0:43:39 > 0:43:45to the common eyes, we shall be call'd purgers
0:43:45 > 0:43:47and not murderers.
0:43:49 > 0:43:54And for Mark Antony, think not of him,
0:43:54 > 0:43:59for he can do no more than Caesar's arm when Caesar's head is off.
0:43:59 > 0:44:03And yet I fear him, for in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar...
0:44:03 > 0:44:07Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.
0:44:07 > 0:44:12If he love Caesar, all that he can do is to himself -
0:44:12 > 0:44:17take thought and die for Caesar, and that were much he should,
0:44:17 > 0:44:22for he is given to sports, to wildness and much company.
0:44:22 > 0:44:29There is no fear in him. Let him not die, for he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
0:44:29 > 0:44:32CLOCK CHIMES Peace! Count the clock.
0:44:32 > 0:44:35CLOCK CONTINUES TO CHIME
0:44:38 > 0:44:41- The clock hath stricken three. - 'Tis time to part.
0:44:41 > 0:44:44But it is doubtful yet whether Caesar will come forth today or no,
0:44:44 > 0:44:48for he is superstitious grown of late.
0:44:48 > 0:44:52It may be these apparent prodigies, and the persuasion of his augurers,
0:44:52 > 0:44:55may hold him from the Capitol today.
0:44:55 > 0:44:59Never fear that. If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him,
0:44:59 > 0:45:04for he loves to hear that unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
0:45:04 > 0:45:07and bears with glasses, elephants with holes, lions with toils
0:45:07 > 0:45:13and men with flatterers. But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
0:45:13 > 0:45:16he says he does, being then most flattered.
0:45:16 > 0:45:20Let me work, for I can give his humour the true bent,
0:45:20 > 0:45:22and I will bring him to the Capitol.
0:45:22 > 0:45:26Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
0:45:26 > 0:45:29By the eighth hour, is that the uttermost?
0:45:29 > 0:45:32Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
0:45:32 > 0:45:34Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard.
0:45:34 > 0:45:36I wonder none of you have thought of him.
0:45:36 > 0:45:40Now, good Metellus, go along by him. He loves me well, and I have
0:45:40 > 0:45:43given him reason. Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
0:45:43 > 0:45:46The morning comes upon us. We'll leave you, Brutus.
0:45:46 > 0:45:49And, friends, disperse yourselves,
0:45:49 > 0:45:55but all remember what you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
0:46:01 > 0:46:04Boy! Lucius!
0:46:05 > 0:46:08Fast asleep?
0:46:14 > 0:46:16It is no matter.
0:46:18 > 0:46:24Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
0:46:27 > 0:46:32Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, which busy care
0:46:32 > 0:46:34draws in the brains of men.
0:46:36 > 0:46:39Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
0:46:39 > 0:46:41Brutus, my lord!
0:46:42 > 0:46:47Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
0:46:47 > 0:46:50It is not for your health thus to commit your weak condition
0:46:50 > 0:46:52to the raw cold morning.
0:46:52 > 0:46:53Nor for yours neither.
0:46:55 > 0:47:01You've ungently, Brutus, stole from my bed, and yesternight, at supper,
0:47:01 > 0:47:06you suddenly arose, and walk'd about, musing and sighing, with your arms across,
0:47:06 > 0:47:10and when I asked you what the matter was, you stared upon me with ungentle looks.
0:47:10 > 0:47:13I urged you further, then you scratch'd your head,
0:47:13 > 0:47:16and too impatiently stamp'd with your foot. Yet I insisted,
0:47:16 > 0:47:19yet you answer'd not, but with an angry wafture of your hand,
0:47:19 > 0:47:22gave sign for me to leave you, so I did,
0:47:22 > 0:47:25fearing to strengthen that impatience
0:47:25 > 0:47:29which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal hoping it was
0:47:29 > 0:47:33but an effect of humour, which sometime hath his hour with every man.
0:47:34 > 0:47:40It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,
0:47:40 > 0:47:43and could it work so much upon your shape as it hath much
0:47:43 > 0:47:48prevail'd on your condition, I should not know you, Brutus.
0:47:49 > 0:47:56Dear my lord, make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
0:47:56 > 0:48:00I am not well in health, and that is all.
0:48:00 > 0:48:04Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,
0:48:04 > 0:48:06he would embrace the means to come by it.
0:48:06 > 0:48:10Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
0:48:10 > 0:48:14Is Brutus sick? And is it physical to walk unbraced
0:48:14 > 0:48:16and suck up the humours of the dank morning?
0:48:17 > 0:48:23What, is Brutus sick? And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
0:48:23 > 0:48:26to dare the vile contagion of the night and tempt
0:48:26 > 0:48:29the rheumy and unpurged air to add unto his sickness?
0:48:31 > 0:48:34No, my Brutus.
0:48:35 > 0:48:38You have some sick offence within your mind,
0:48:38 > 0:48:42which, by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of.
0:48:44 > 0:48:51And, upon my knees, I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
0:48:51 > 0:48:56by all your vows of love and that great vow which did incorporate
0:48:56 > 0:49:03and make us one, that you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
0:49:03 > 0:49:07why you are heavy...
0:49:08 > 0:49:11..and what men tonight have had to resort to you.
0:49:11 > 0:49:15For here have been some six or seven, who did hide their faces even from darkness.
0:49:15 > 0:49:17Kneel not, gentle Portia.
0:49:17 > 0:49:20I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
0:49:23 > 0:49:26Within the bond of marriage, tell me,
0:49:26 > 0:49:31Brutus, is it excepted I should know no secrets that appertain to you?
0:49:31 > 0:49:35Am I yourself, but as it were, in sort or limitation,
0:49:35 > 0:49:39to keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, and talk to you sometimes?
0:49:39 > 0:49:43Dwell I but in the suburbs of your good pleasure?
0:49:43 > 0:49:49If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
0:49:49 > 0:49:53You are my true and honourable wife,
0:49:53 > 0:50:00as dear to me as are the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart.
0:50:03 > 0:50:08If this were true, then should I know this secret.
0:50:10 > 0:50:17I grant I am a woman, but withal a woman that Lord Brutus took to wife.
0:50:17 > 0:50:23I grant I am a woman, but withal a woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.
0:50:23 > 0:50:28Think you I am no stronger than my sex, being so father'd and so husbanded?
0:50:31 > 0:50:35Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em.
0:50:37 > 0:50:42I have made strong proof of my constancy, giving myself
0:50:42 > 0:50:45this voluntary wound here, in the thigh.
0:50:45 > 0:50:49- Think you I can bear that with patience... - BRUTUS GASPS
0:50:49 > 0:50:52..and not my husband's secrets?
0:50:52 > 0:50:55O, ye gods!
0:50:55 > 0:50:58Render me worthy of this noble wife!
0:51:02 > 0:51:06KNOCKING Hark! Hark! One knocks.
0:51:15 > 0:51:19Portia, go in awhile,
0:51:19 > 0:51:24and by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart.
0:51:24 > 0:51:27All my engagements I will construe to thee,
0:51:27 > 0:51:29all the charactery of my sad brow.
0:51:31 > 0:51:32Leave me with haste.
0:51:43 > 0:51:45Lucius, who's that knocks?
0:51:45 > 0:51:47He is a sick man that would speak with you.
0:51:47 > 0:51:50Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. Boy, stand aside.
0:51:50 > 0:51:52Caius Ligarius! How...?
0:51:54 > 0:51:58Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
0:51:58 > 0:52:03O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, to wear a kerchief!
0:52:04 > 0:52:06Would you were not sick!
0:52:06 > 0:52:08I am not sick...
0:52:08 > 0:52:14if Brutus have in hand any exploit worthy the name of honour.
0:52:14 > 0:52:16Such an exploit have I in hand,
0:52:16 > 0:52:20Ligarius, had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
0:52:20 > 0:52:27By all the gods that Romans bow before, I here discard my sickness!
0:52:27 > 0:52:31Soul of Rome! Brave son, derived from honourable loins!
0:52:31 > 0:52:36Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up my mortified spirit.
0:52:36 > 0:52:40Now bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.
0:52:40 > 0:52:43- Yea, get the better of them. - BRUTUS LAUGHS
0:52:43 > 0:52:45(What's to do?)
0:52:45 > 0:52:49A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
0:52:49 > 0:52:53But are not some whole that we must make sick?
0:52:54 > 0:52:56That must we also.
0:52:57 > 0:53:02What it is, my Caius, I shall unfold to thee,
0:53:02 > 0:53:05as we are going to whom it must be done.
0:53:05 > 0:53:10Set on your foot, and with a heart new-fired I follow you, to do...
0:53:12 > 0:53:15- ..I know not what. - LIGARIUS LAUGHS
0:53:15 > 0:53:19But it sufficeth that Brutus leads me on.
0:53:22 > 0:53:23Follow me, then.
0:53:30 > 0:53:34Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace tonight.
0:53:41 > 0:53:48Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out, "Help, ho! They murder Caesar!"
0:53:48 > 0:53:51- CREAKING - Who is within?
0:53:51 > 0:53:53My lord?
0:53:53 > 0:53:57Go bid the priests do present sacrifice and bring me
0:53:57 > 0:54:00- their opinions of success. - I will, my lord.
0:54:02 > 0:54:08What mean you, Caesar? Think you to walk forth?
0:54:08 > 0:54:10You shall not stir out of your house today.
0:54:10 > 0:54:13Caesar shall forth.
0:54:13 > 0:54:18The things that threaten'd me ne'er look'd but on my back.
0:54:18 > 0:54:23When they shall see the face of Caesar, they are vanished.
0:54:23 > 0:54:29Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, yet now they fright me.
0:54:29 > 0:54:34There is one within, besides the things that we have heard and seen,
0:54:34 > 0:54:38recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
0:54:38 > 0:54:42A lioness hath whelped in the streets,
0:54:42 > 0:54:47and graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead.
0:54:47 > 0:54:54Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, in ranks and squadrons
0:54:54 > 0:54:59and right form of war, which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.
0:54:59 > 0:55:03The noise of battle hurtled in the air.
0:55:03 > 0:55:07Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
0:55:07 > 0:55:11and ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
0:55:13 > 0:55:18O Caesar! These things are beyond all use, and I do fear them.
0:55:18 > 0:55:24What can be avoided whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
0:55:25 > 0:55:28Yet Caesar shall go forth,
0:55:28 > 0:55:33for these predictions are to the world in general as to Caesar.
0:55:33 > 0:55:37When beggars die, there are no comets seen.
0:55:37 > 0:55:41The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
0:55:41 > 0:55:45Cowards die many times before their deaths.
0:55:45 > 0:55:48The valiant never taste of death but once.
0:55:50 > 0:55:53Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
0:55:53 > 0:55:57it seems to me most strange that men should fear,
0:55:57 > 0:56:02seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.
0:56:04 > 0:56:09- What say the augurers?- They would not have you to stir forth today.
0:56:09 > 0:56:11Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
0:56:11 > 0:56:14they could not find a heart within the beast.
0:56:14 > 0:56:19The gods do this in shame of cowardice.
0:56:20 > 0:56:25Caesar should be a beast without a heart, if he should stay at home today for fear.
0:56:25 > 0:56:30No, Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well that Caesar
0:56:30 > 0:56:32is more dangerous than he.
0:56:32 > 0:56:36We are two lions litter'd in one day,
0:56:36 > 0:56:40and I the elder and more terrible. And Caesar shall go forth.
0:56:40 > 0:56:45Alas, my lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
0:56:46 > 0:56:48Do not go forth today!
0:56:50 > 0:56:54Call it my fear that keeps you in the house, and not your own.
0:56:54 > 0:56:57We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house, and he shall
0:56:57 > 0:56:59say you are not well today.
0:57:02 > 0:57:06Let me, upon my knees, prevail in this.
0:57:16 > 0:57:20Mark Antony shall say I am not well...
0:57:22 > 0:57:26..and for thy humour, I will stay at home.
0:57:28 > 0:57:32Here's Decius Brutus. He shall tell them so.
0:57:32 > 0:57:34Caesar, all hail!
0:57:34 > 0:57:38Good morrow, worthy Caesar. I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
0:57:38 > 0:57:43And you are come in very happy time, to bear my greeting to the senators
0:57:43 > 0:57:45and tell them I will not come today.
0:57:45 > 0:57:49"Cannot" is false, and "I dare not" falser.
0:57:49 > 0:57:54I WILL not come today. Tell them so, Decius.
0:57:54 > 0:57:57- Say he is sick. - Shall Caesar send a lie?
0:57:58 > 0:58:01Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
0:58:01 > 0:58:03to be afraid to tell greybeards the truth?
0:58:04 > 0:58:06Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
0:58:06 > 0:58:10Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,
0:58:10 > 0:58:12lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.
0:58:12 > 0:58:15The cause is in my will.
0:58:15 > 0:58:20I WILL not come. That is enough to satisfy the senate.
0:58:20 > 0:58:26But for your private satisfaction, because I love you,
0:58:26 > 0:58:32I will let you know. Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home.
0:58:32 > 0:58:36She dreamt tonight she saw my statua,
0:58:36 > 0:58:40which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, did run pure blood,
0:58:40 > 0:58:44and many lusty Romans did come smiling,
0:58:44 > 0:58:46and did bathe their hands in it.
0:58:46 > 0:58:53And this does she apply for warnings, and portents, and evils imminent,
0:58:53 > 0:58:57and on her knee hath begg'd that I should stay at home today.
0:58:57 > 0:59:00This dream is all amiss interpreted.
0:59:00 > 0:59:03It was a vision fair and fortunate.
0:59:03 > 0:59:06Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
0:59:06 > 0:59:08in which so many smiling Romans bathed,
0:59:08 > 0:59:14signifies that from you great Rome shall suck reviving blood,
0:59:14 > 0:59:18and that great men shall press for tinctures,
0:59:18 > 0:59:21stains, relics and cognizance.
0:59:21 > 0:59:26This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
0:59:26 > 0:59:30And this way have you well expounded it.
0:59:30 > 0:59:36I have, when you have heard what I can say. And know it now,
0:59:36 > 0:59:42the senate have concluded to give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.
0:59:42 > 0:59:46If you shall send them word you will not come, their minds may change.
0:59:46 > 0:59:49Besides, it were a mock apt to be render'd,
0:59:49 > 0:59:53for someone to say, "Break up the senate till another time,
0:59:53 > 0:59:57"when Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams."
0:59:59 > 1:00:07If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper, "Lo, Caesar is afraid"?
1:00:09 > 1:00:14Pardon me, Caesar for my dear dear love to our proceeding bids me
1:00:14 > 1:00:19tell you this. And reason to my love is liable.
1:00:20 > 1:00:24How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!
1:00:26 > 1:00:28I am ashamed I did yield to them.
1:00:29 > 1:00:32Give me my robe, for I will go.
1:00:34 > 1:00:37And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
1:00:37 > 1:00:38Good morrow, Caesar.
1:00:40 > 1:00:44Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
1:00:44 > 1:00:45Good morrow, Casca.
1:00:47 > 1:00:51Caius Ligarius, Caesar was ne'er
1:00:51 > 1:00:56so much your enemy as that same ague which hath made you lean.
1:00:58 > 1:01:00What is 't o'clock?
1:01:01 > 1:01:03Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
1:01:03 > 1:01:06I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
1:01:06 > 1:01:12See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, Is notwithstanding up.
1:01:14 > 1:01:16Good morrow, Antony.
1:01:16 > 1:01:19So to most noble Caesar.
1:01:19 > 1:01:23Bid them prepare within. I am to blame to be thus waited for.
1:01:25 > 1:01:28Now, Cinna, now, Metellus, what, Trebonius!
1:01:33 > 1:01:36I have an hour's talk in store for you.
1:01:36 > 1:01:40Remember that you call on me today Be near me, that I may remember you.
1:01:40 > 1:01:46Caesar, I will and so near will I be,
1:01:46 > 1:01:48That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
1:01:48 > 1:01:50Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me.
1:01:50 > 1:01:52And we like friends shall go straight away together.
1:01:54 > 1:01:58That every like is not the same, O Caesar.
1:01:58 > 1:02:01The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
1:02:07 > 1:02:10I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house.
1:02:10 > 1:02:13Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. Why dost thou stay?
1:02:13 > 1:02:15To know my errand, madam.
1:02:15 > 1:02:16I would have had thee there, and here again,
1:02:16 > 1:02:18Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
1:02:20 > 1:02:25O constancy, be strong upon my side,
1:02:25 > 1:02:29Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
1:02:29 > 1:02:32I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
1:02:32 > 1:02:37How hard it is for women to keep counsel! Art thou here yet?
1:02:37 > 1:02:38Madam, what should I do?
1:02:38 > 1:02:40Run to the capital and nothing else?
1:02:40 > 1:02:43- And so return to you and nothing else?- Yes!
1:02:43 > 1:02:45Yes, bring me word if thy lord look well,
1:02:45 > 1:02:50For he went sickly forth and take good note
1:02:50 > 1:02:53What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
1:02:55 > 1:02:56Hark, boy!
1:02:58 > 1:02:59What noise was that?
1:02:59 > 1:03:01I hear none, Madam.
1:03:01 > 1:03:02Prithee, listen well.
1:03:05 > 1:03:08I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray.
1:03:09 > 1:03:14And the wind brings it from the capital.
1:03:14 > 1:03:17Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
1:03:17 > 1:03:19Come here's our fellow.
1:03:21 > 1:03:23Is Caesar yet gone to the capital?
1:03:23 > 1:03:25Madam, not yet.
1:03:25 > 1:03:28Thou hast a suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
1:03:28 > 1:03:31That I have, lady.
1:03:31 > 1:03:36If it will please Caesar so good to Caesar as to hear me,
1:03:36 > 1:03:38I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
1:03:38 > 1:03:42Why? know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
1:03:42 > 1:03:45None that I know will be.
1:03:45 > 1:03:48Much that I fear may chance.
1:03:54 > 1:03:55I must go in.
1:03:56 > 1:04:01Ay, me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is!
1:04:04 > 1:04:10O Brutus, the heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
1:04:12 > 1:04:14Sure, the boy heard me.
1:04:17 > 1:04:23Brutus hath a suit that Caesar will not grant.
1:04:24 > 1:04:26O, I grow faint.
1:04:26 > 1:04:31Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord.
1:04:31 > 1:04:35Come to me again, and bring me word what he doth say to thee.
1:04:38 > 1:04:40Say I am merry!
1:04:50 > 1:04:53Caesar, beware of Brutus.
1:04:53 > 1:04:55Take heed of Cassius.
1:04:55 > 1:04:58Come not near Cassius.
1:04:58 > 1:05:00Have an eye to Cinna.
1:05:00 > 1:05:01Trust not Trebonius.
1:05:01 > 1:05:05Mark well Metellus Cimber.
1:05:05 > 1:05:08Brutus loves thee not.
1:05:08 > 1:05:11Thou hast wronged Caius Agerius.
1:05:13 > 1:05:16There is but one mind in all these men.
1:05:16 > 1:05:18And it is bent against Caesar.
1:05:21 > 1:05:23If thou be'st not immortal
1:05:23 > 1:05:25look about you.
1:05:25 > 1:05:28Security gives way to conspiracy.
1:05:30 > 1:05:33The mighty gods defend thee thy lover.
1:05:33 > 1:05:37Artemidorius, if thou read'st this,
1:05:37 > 1:05:40O Caesar, thou mays't live.
1:05:40 > 1:05:44If not the fates with traitors
1:05:44 > 1:05:47do contrive.
1:05:47 > 1:05:51The ides of March are come.
1:05:51 > 1:05:56Ay, Caesar but not gone.
1:05:56 > 1:05:59Hail, Caesar! Caesar, read this schedule.
1:05:59 > 1:06:02Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread, at your best leisure,
1:06:02 > 1:06:04this his humble suit.
1:06:04 > 1:06:06O Caesar, read mine first for mine is a suit that
1:06:06 > 1:06:07touches Caesar nearer.
1:06:07 > 1:06:09Read it, great Caesar.
1:06:12 > 1:06:15What touches us ourself
1:06:15 > 1:06:18shall be last served.
1:06:18 > 1:06:19Delay not, Caesar, read it instantly.
1:06:19 > 1:06:22- What, is the fellow mad? - Sirrah, give place.
1:06:22 > 1:06:24What, urge you your petitions in the street?
1:06:24 > 1:06:25Come to the capital.
1:06:28 > 1:06:30I wish your enterprise today may thrive.
1:06:30 > 1:06:31What enterprise, Popilius?
1:06:31 > 1:06:34Fare you well.
1:06:34 > 1:06:37What said Popilius Lena?
1:06:37 > 1:06:40He wish'd today our enterprise might thrive.
1:06:40 > 1:06:42I fear our purpose is discovered.
1:06:42 > 1:06:45Look, how he makes to Caesar. Mark him.
1:06:45 > 1:06:49Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
1:06:50 > 1:06:52Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known.
1:06:53 > 1:06:56Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, for I will slay myself.
1:06:56 > 1:06:59Cassius, be constant Popilius Lena speaks not
1:06:59 > 1:07:02of our purposes for look he smiles and Caesar doth not change.
1:07:02 > 1:07:04Trebonius knows his time for, look you, Brutus.
1:07:04 > 1:07:05He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
1:07:09 > 1:07:11Where is Metellus Cimber?
1:07:11 > 1:07:13Let him go, and presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
1:07:13 > 1:07:15He is address'd. Press near and second him.
1:07:15 > 1:07:19Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
1:07:21 > 1:07:23Are we all ready?
1:07:31 > 1:07:34O Caesar!
1:07:34 > 1:07:35What is now amiss?
1:07:35 > 1:07:39Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar.
1:07:39 > 1:07:43Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat an humble heart.
1:07:43 > 1:07:46I must prevent thee, Cimber.
1:07:47 > 1:07:51These couchings and these lowly courtesies
1:07:51 > 1:07:54might fire the blood of ordinary men
1:07:54 > 1:07:58and turn pre-ordinance and first decree
1:07:58 > 1:08:00into the law of children.
1:08:00 > 1:08:04Be not fond, to think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
1:08:04 > 1:08:08that will be thaw'd from the true quality
1:08:08 > 1:08:10with that which melteth fools.
1:08:10 > 1:08:13I mean, sweet words,
1:08:13 > 1:08:19low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
1:08:19 > 1:08:23Thy brother by decree is banished.
1:08:23 > 1:08:27If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him
1:08:27 > 1:08:32I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
1:08:32 > 1:08:37Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
1:08:37 > 1:08:39will he be satisfied.
1:08:39 > 1:08:42Is there no voice more worthy than my own
1:08:42 > 1:08:43To sound more weetly in great Caesar's ear
1:08:43 > 1:08:46for the repealing of my banish'd brother?
1:08:47 > 1:08:48I kiss thy hand.
1:08:52 > 1:08:53But not in flattery, Caesar.
1:08:53 > 1:08:55Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
1:08:55 > 1:09:00have an immediate freedom of repeal.
1:09:00 > 1:09:02- What, Brutus!- Pardon, Caesar.
1:09:02 > 1:09:06Caesar, pardon. As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
1:09:06 > 1:09:09to beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
1:09:09 > 1:09:14I could be well moved, if I were as you.
1:09:14 > 1:09:17If I could pray to move,
1:09:17 > 1:09:20prayers would move me
1:09:20 > 1:09:24but I am constant as the northern star,
1:09:24 > 1:09:26Of whose true-fix'd
1:09:26 > 1:09:30and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.
1:09:32 > 1:09:34The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
1:09:34 > 1:09:36They are all fire
1:09:36 > 1:09:38nd every one doth shine.
1:09:38 > 1:09:41But there's but one in all
1:09:41 > 1:09:43doth hold his place.
1:09:43 > 1:09:46So in the world.
1:09:46 > 1:09:49It is furnish'd well with men.
1:09:49 > 1:09:54And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive.
1:09:54 > 1:09:57Yet in the number I do know but one
1:09:57 > 1:10:04That unassailable holds on his rank, unshaked of motion.
1:10:04 > 1:10:07and that I am he.
1:10:07 > 1:10:09Let me a little show it, even in this.
1:10:09 > 1:10:14That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd
1:10:14 > 1:10:18and constant do remain to keep him so.
1:10:18 > 1:10:21O Caesar...
1:10:21 > 1:10:24Great Caesar.
1:10:24 > 1:10:26- Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? - Speak, hands for me!
1:10:26 > 1:10:28SHOUTING AND GROANING
1:10:28 > 1:10:30SHOUTING AND GROANING
1:10:39 > 1:10:41Et tu, Brute!
1:10:45 > 1:10:47Then fall, Caesar.
1:10:49 > 1:10:51HE SHOUTS
1:10:59 > 1:11:03HE SPLUTTERS
1:11:09 > 1:11:10HE SHOUTS
1:11:15 > 1:11:19SHOUTING AND GROANING
1:11:26 > 1:11:28Liberty! Freedom!
1:11:28 > 1:11:30Tyranny is dead!
1:11:30 > 1:11:33Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
1:11:33 > 1:11:37Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,
1:11:37 > 1:11:41"Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!"
1:11:41 > 1:11:43People and senators, be not affrighted.
1:11:43 > 1:11:46Fly not. Stand stiff, ambition's debt is paid.
1:11:46 > 1:11:51- Go to the pulpit, Brutus. - And Cassius, too.
1:11:51 > 1:11:52Where's Lepidus?
1:11:52 > 1:11:55Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
1:11:55 > 1:12:00- Stand fast together, lest some friend...- Talk not of standing.
1:12:00 > 1:12:03Lepidus, good cheer, there is no harm intended to your person.
1:12:03 > 1:12:05Nor to no Roman else
1:12:05 > 1:12:06so tell them, Lepidus.
1:12:06 > 1:12:08And leave us, Lepidus,
1:12:08 > 1:12:12lest that the people, rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
1:12:12 > 1:12:17Do so and let no man abide this deed, but we the doers.
1:12:17 > 1:12:20- Where is Antony? - Fled to his house amazed.
1:12:20 > 1:12:23Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run As it were doomsday.
1:12:23 > 1:12:26Fates, we will know your pleasures.
1:12:26 > 1:12:29That we shall die, we know,
1:12:29 > 1:12:32'tis but the time And drawing days out,
1:12:32 > 1:12:33that men stand upon.
1:12:33 > 1:12:36Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
1:12:36 > 1:12:39cuts off so many years of fearing death.
1:12:44 > 1:12:48Stoop, Romans, stoop,
1:12:48 > 1:12:53and let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood...
1:12:56 > 1:13:00..up to the elbows, and besmear our swords.
1:13:03 > 1:13:08Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
1:13:08 > 1:13:12and, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
1:13:12 > 1:13:18Let's all cry,
1:13:18 > 1:13:25"Peace, freedom and liberty!"
1:13:25 > 1:13:27HE LAUGHS
1:13:27 > 1:13:29Stoop, then, and wash.
1:13:33 > 1:13:35How many ages hence
1:13:35 > 1:13:38shall this our lofty scene be acted over
1:13:38 > 1:13:41in states unborn
1:13:41 > 1:13:44and accents yet unknown!
1:13:44 > 1:13:48How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
1:13:48 > 1:13:51That now lies here no worthier than the dust.
1:13:51 > 1:13:54So oft as that shall be,
1:13:54 > 1:13:57So often shall the knot of us be call'd.
1:14:00 > 1:14:04The men that gave their country liberty.
1:14:04 > 1:14:07What, shall we forth?
1:14:07 > 1:14:09Ay, every man away.
1:14:09 > 1:14:12Brutus shall lead and we will grace his heels
1:14:12 > 1:14:16With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
1:14:16 > 1:14:19Soft! Who comes here?
1:14:19 > 1:14:21A friend of Antony's.
1:14:21 > 1:14:27Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel.
1:14:29 > 1:14:32Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down.
1:14:33 > 1:14:36And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say...
1:14:38 > 1:14:41..if Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
1:14:41 > 1:14:43may safely come to him,
1:14:43 > 1:14:48and be resolved how Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
1:14:48 > 1:14:52Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead so well
1:14:52 > 1:14:54as Brutus living...
1:14:55 > 1:14:59..but will follow the fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
1:14:59 > 1:15:03thorough the hazards of this untrod state
1:15:03 > 1:15:05with all true faith.
1:15:05 > 1:15:09So says my master Antony.
1:15:09 > 1:15:14Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman.
1:15:14 > 1:15:16I never thought him worse.
1:15:20 > 1:15:22Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
1:15:22 > 1:15:24he shall be satisfied.
1:15:24 > 1:15:29And, by my honour, Depart untouch'd.
1:15:29 > 1:15:31I'll fetch him presently.
1:15:33 > 1:15:36I know that we shall have him well to friend.
1:15:36 > 1:15:41I wish we may but yet have I a mind that fears him much
1:15:41 > 1:15:43and my misgivings still falls shrewdly to the purpose.
1:15:43 > 1:15:45But here comes Antony.
1:15:50 > 1:15:52O mighty Caesar!
1:15:52 > 1:15:56Dost thou lie so low?
1:15:57 > 1:16:01Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
1:16:01 > 1:16:05shrunk to this little measure?
1:16:08 > 1:16:10Fare thee well.
1:16:13 > 1:16:16I know not, gentlemen, what you intend.
1:16:16 > 1:16:20Who else must be let blood, who else is rank.
1:16:21 > 1:16:28If I myself, there is no hour so fit as Caesar's death hour,
1:16:28 > 1:16:31nor no instrument Of half that worth
1:16:31 > 1:16:33as those your swords, made rich
1:16:33 > 1:16:36with the most noble blood
1:16:36 > 1:16:38of all this world.
1:16:40 > 1:16:43I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
1:16:43 > 1:16:45now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
1:16:45 > 1:16:47fulfil your pleasure.
1:16:50 > 1:16:55Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die.
1:16:55 > 1:16:58No place will please me so, no mean of death, as here
1:16:58 > 1:16:59by Caesar.
1:16:59 > 1:17:04and by you cut off.
1:17:04 > 1:17:07The choice and master spirits of this age.
1:17:10 > 1:17:12O Antony, beg not your death of us.
1:17:12 > 1:17:15Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
1:17:15 > 1:17:19as, by our hands and this our present act,
1:17:19 > 1:17:22you see we do, yet see you but our hands.
1:17:22 > 1:17:25And this the bleeding business
1:17:25 > 1:17:28they have done, our hearts you see not.
1:17:28 > 1:17:30They are pitiful.
1:17:30 > 1:17:33And pity to the general wrong of Rome
1:17:33 > 1:17:36As fire drives out fire,
1:17:36 > 1:17:40so pity, pity hath done this deed on Caesar.
1:17:42 > 1:17:43For your part,
1:17:43 > 1:17:47To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony.
1:17:47 > 1:17:52Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts of brothers' temper,
1:17:52 > 1:17:54do receive you in
1:17:54 > 1:17:59with all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
1:17:59 > 1:18:01Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
1:18:01 > 1:18:03in the disposing of new dignities.
1:18:03 > 1:18:05Only be patient till we have appeased the multitude,
1:18:05 > 1:18:07beside themselves with fear,
1:18:07 > 1:18:10then we will deliver you the cause, why
1:18:10 > 1:18:14I, that did love Caesar
1:18:14 > 1:18:16when I struck him,
1:18:16 > 1:18:18have thus procee'ded.
1:18:18 > 1:18:20I doubt not of your wisdom.
1:18:22 > 1:18:25Let each man render me his bloody hand.
1:18:28 > 1:18:31First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you.
1:18:37 > 1:18:39Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand.
1:18:44 > 1:18:46Now, Decius Brutus, yours.
1:18:51 > 1:18:53Now yours, Metellus.
1:18:55 > 1:18:57Yours, Cinna.
1:19:01 > 1:19:04And, my valiant Casca, yours.
1:19:09 > 1:19:13Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.
1:19:25 > 1:19:29Gentlemen all. Alas, what shall I say?
1:19:32 > 1:19:36My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
1:19:36 > 1:19:39that one of two bad ways you must conceit me.
1:19:42 > 1:19:46Either a coward or a flatterer.
1:19:48 > 1:19:54That I did love thee, Caesar, O,'tis true.
1:19:57 > 1:20:00If then thy spirit look upon us now,
1:20:00 > 1:20:02shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death
1:20:02 > 1:20:04to see thy Anthony making his peace,
1:20:04 > 1:20:07shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
1:20:07 > 1:20:11most noble in the presence of thy corse?
1:20:11 > 1:20:14Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
1:20:14 > 1:20:18weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood...
1:20:18 > 1:20:20it would become me better
1:20:20 > 1:20:23than to close in terms of friendship with thine enemies.
1:20:23 > 1:20:25Mark Antony!
1:20:25 > 1:20:27Pardon me, Caius Cassius.
1:20:28 > 1:20:31The enemies of Caesar shall say this -
1:20:31 > 1:20:35then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
1:20:35 > 1:20:38I blame you not for praising Caesar so,
1:20:38 > 1:20:42but what compact mean you to have with us?
1:20:42 > 1:20:44Will you be prick'd in number of our friends,
1:20:44 > 1:20:46or shall we on, and not depend on you?
1:20:46 > 1:20:49Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
1:20:49 > 1:20:51sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
1:20:54 > 1:20:58Friends, am I with you all and love you all,
1:20:58 > 1:21:01upon this hope...
1:21:02 > 1:21:05..that you shall give me reasons
1:21:05 > 1:21:08why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
1:21:08 > 1:21:11Or else were this a savage spectacle -
1:21:11 > 1:21:16our reasons are so full of good regard
1:21:16 > 1:21:20that were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
1:21:20 > 1:21:21you should be satisfied.
1:21:21 > 1:21:23That's all I seek.
1:21:25 > 1:21:28And am moreover suitor
1:21:28 > 1:21:34that I may produce his body to the market-place...
1:21:34 > 1:21:35LAUGHTER
1:21:36 > 1:21:40..and in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
1:21:40 > 1:21:45- speak in the order of his funeral. - You shall, Mark Antony.
1:21:45 > 1:21:47Brutus, a word with you.
1:21:47 > 1:21:51Do not consent that Antony speak at his funeral. You know not what you do.
1:21:51 > 1:21:54Know you how much the people may be moved by that which he may utter!
1:21:54 > 1:21:59By your pardon, I will myself into the pulpit first,
1:21:59 > 1:22:01to give the reason of our Caesar's death.
1:22:01 > 1:22:03It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
1:22:03 > 1:22:05I know not what may fall! I like it not!
1:22:10 > 1:22:15Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
1:22:15 > 1:22:19You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
1:22:19 > 1:22:22but speak all the good you can devise of Caesar,
1:22:22 > 1:22:24and say you do it by our permission,
1:22:24 > 1:22:27else shall you not have any hand at all about his funeral.
1:22:27 > 1:22:28I desire no more.
1:22:33 > 1:22:37Prepare the body then, and follow us.
1:22:54 > 1:22:58O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of Earth,
1:22:58 > 1:23:02that I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
1:23:04 > 1:23:07Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
1:23:07 > 1:23:10that ever lived in the tide of times.
1:23:11 > 1:23:17Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
1:23:19 > 1:23:24Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
1:23:24 > 1:23:27which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips
1:23:27 > 1:23:31to beg the voice and utterance of my tongue -
1:23:31 > 1:23:37a curse shall light upon the limbs of men.
1:23:37 > 1:23:42Domestic fury and fierce civil strife shall cumber all the parts of Italy.
1:23:43 > 1:23:47Blood and destruction shall be so in use
1:23:47 > 1:23:49and dreadful objects so familiar
1:23:49 > 1:23:51that mothers shall but smile
1:23:51 > 1:23:55when they behold their infants quarter'd with the hands of war,
1:23:55 > 1:24:01all pity choked with custom of fell deeds, and Caesar's spirit,
1:24:01 > 1:24:05ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell,
1:24:05 > 1:24:11shall in these confines with a monarch's voice cry, "Havoc!"
1:24:11 > 1:24:14and let slip the dogs of war,
1:24:14 > 1:24:19that this foul deed shall smell above the Earth
1:24:19 > 1:24:23with carrion men groaning for burial!
1:24:29 > 1:24:31You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
1:24:31 > 1:24:33I do, Mark Antony.
1:24:33 > 1:24:34Is thy master coming?
1:24:34 > 1:24:36He lies within seven leagues of Rome...
1:24:37 > 1:24:41O, Caesar!
1:24:42 > 1:24:44Caesar!
1:24:51 > 1:24:56Thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.
1:24:57 > 1:25:00Passion, I see, is catching,
1:25:00 > 1:25:05for mine eyes, seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
1:25:05 > 1:25:07began to water.
1:25:10 > 1:25:13Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced.
1:25:14 > 1:25:18Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
1:25:18 > 1:25:23no Rome of safety for Octavius...yet.
1:25:25 > 1:25:28SHOUTING
1:25:33 > 1:25:38SHOUTING CONTINUES
1:25:43 > 1:25:46Be patient...till the last.
1:25:46 > 1:25:51Romans, countrymen, and lovers!
1:25:51 > 1:25:56Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.
1:25:56 > 1:26:02Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour,
1:26:02 > 1:26:04that you may believe.
1:26:04 > 1:26:08Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses,
1:26:08 > 1:26:10that you may the better judge.
1:26:10 > 1:26:17If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's,
1:26:17 > 1:26:22to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
1:26:22 > 1:26:26If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar,
1:26:26 > 1:26:30this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less...
1:26:32 > 1:26:37..but that I loved Rome more.
1:26:40 > 1:26:45Would you rather Caesar were living and to die all slaves,
1:26:45 > 1:26:49or that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
1:26:50 > 1:26:54As Caesar loved me, I weep for him.
1:26:54 > 1:26:58As he was fortunate, I rejoice at it.
1:26:58 > 1:27:00As he was valiant, I honour him.
1:27:00 > 1:27:04But, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
1:27:04 > 1:27:07There is tears for his love, joy for his fortune,
1:27:07 > 1:27:11honour for his valour, and death for his ambition.
1:27:13 > 1:27:19Who is here so rude that would be a bondman?
1:27:20 > 1:27:24If any, speak, for him have I offended.
1:27:24 > 1:27:29Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman?
1:27:29 > 1:27:32If any, speak, for him have I offended.
1:27:32 > 1:27:38Who is here so vile that will not love his country?
1:27:38 > 1:27:41If any, speak, for him have I offended.
1:27:41 > 1:27:42I pause for a reply.
1:27:42 > 1:27:45None, Brutus, none!
1:27:47 > 1:27:49Then none have I offended.
1:27:51 > 1:27:54Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony,
1:27:54 > 1:27:58who, though he had no part in Caesar's death, shall receive the benefit of his dying,
1:27:58 > 1:28:03a place in the commonwealth, as which of you shall not?
1:28:07 > 1:28:09With this I depart -
1:28:09 > 1:28:15that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome,
1:28:15 > 1:28:18I have that same dagger for myself,
1:28:18 > 1:28:22when it shall please my country to meet my death.
1:28:22 > 1:28:25Live, Brutus! Live, live!
1:28:25 > 1:28:30- Give him a statue! - Let him be Caesar!- My countrymen.
1:28:30 > 1:28:32Brutus speaks.
1:28:32 > 1:28:34Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
1:28:34 > 1:28:37and, for my sake, stay here with Antony.
1:28:37 > 1:28:39Do grace to Caesar's corpse,
1:28:39 > 1:28:43and grace his speech tending to Caesar's glories,
1:28:43 > 1:28:46which Mark Antony, by our permission, is allow'd to make.
1:28:46 > 1:28:49I do entreat you, not a man depart,
1:28:49 > 1:28:53save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
1:28:53 > 1:28:56Stay, ho! Let us hear Mark Antony.
1:28:56 > 1:28:59We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
1:29:05 > 1:29:07What does he say of Brutus?
1:29:07 > 1:29:11'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.
1:29:11 > 1:29:13This Caesar was a tyrant.
1:29:13 > 1:29:16We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
1:29:16 > 1:29:20Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
1:29:22 > 1:29:27I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
1:29:29 > 1:29:32The evil that men do lives after them.
1:29:32 > 1:29:36The good is oft interred with their bones.
1:29:36 > 1:29:39So let it be with Caesar.
1:29:41 > 1:29:44The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious.
1:29:44 > 1:29:49- Yes.- If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
1:29:49 > 1:29:54and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
1:29:56 > 1:30:00Here under leave of Brutus and the rest.
1:30:00 > 1:30:04For Brutus is an honourable man.
1:30:04 > 1:30:08CROWD MURMUR IN AGREEMENT
1:30:08 > 1:30:09So are they all, all honourable men -
1:30:09 > 1:30:12come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
1:30:28 > 1:30:30He was my friend...
1:30:32 > 1:30:35..faithful and just to me.
1:30:36 > 1:30:40But Brutus says he was ambitious.
1:30:40 > 1:30:42And Brutus is an honourable man.
1:30:42 > 1:30:45CROWD AGREES
1:30:45 > 1:30:48He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
1:30:48 > 1:30:51whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.
1:30:53 > 1:30:55Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
1:30:58 > 1:31:00When that the poor have cried,
1:31:00 > 1:31:02Caesar hath wept.
1:31:04 > 1:31:06Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
1:31:06 > 1:31:09Yet Brutus says he was ambitious.
1:31:09 > 1:31:11And Brutus is an honourable man.
1:31:14 > 1:31:16You all did see that on the Lupercal
1:31:16 > 1:31:20I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
1:31:20 > 1:31:23which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
1:31:25 > 1:31:28Yet Brutus says he was ambitious.
1:31:28 > 1:31:30And, sure, he is an honourable man.
1:31:33 > 1:31:36I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
1:31:36 > 1:31:40but here I am to speak what I DO KNOW.
1:31:45 > 1:31:50You all...did love him once.
1:31:52 > 1:31:54Not without cause.
1:31:55 > 1:32:00What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
1:32:01 > 1:32:03O judgment!
1:32:04 > 1:32:09Thou art fled to brutish beasts and men have lost their reason.
1:32:09 > 1:32:11CROWD CLAMOURS
1:32:13 > 1:32:15Bear with me.
1:32:15 > 1:32:18My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar
1:32:18 > 1:32:22and I must pause till it come back to me.
1:32:22 > 1:32:24Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
1:32:24 > 1:32:29If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong.
1:32:29 > 1:32:33Has he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place.
1:32:36 > 1:32:38Poor soul! His eyes are red as fire with weeping.
1:32:38 > 1:32:42There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
1:32:42 > 1:32:46Now, mark him. > He begins again to speak.
1:32:46 > 1:32:48ALL: Sh!
1:32:48 > 1:32:52But yesterday the word of Caesar
1:32:52 > 1:32:56might have stood against the world.
1:32:59 > 1:33:00Now lies he there.
1:33:02 > 1:33:05And none so poor to do him reverence.
1:33:07 > 1:33:11O masters, if I were disposed
1:33:11 > 1:33:14to stir your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
1:33:14 > 1:33:17I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
1:33:17 > 1:33:21who, you all know, are honourable men:
1:33:21 > 1:33:22CROWD MURMURS.
1:33:22 > 1:33:24I will not do them wrong!
1:33:25 > 1:33:27I rather choose to wrong the dead,
1:33:27 > 1:33:28to wrong myself and you,
1:33:28 > 1:33:31than I will wrong such honourable men.
1:33:36 > 1:33:39But here's a parchment...
1:33:41 > 1:33:43..with the seal of Caesar.
1:33:45 > 1:33:50I found it in his closet, 'tis his will.
1:33:50 > 1:33:54Let but the commons hear this testament -
1:33:54 > 1:33:57which, pardon me, I do not mean to read -
1:33:57 > 1:34:00and they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
1:34:00 > 1:34:04And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
1:34:04 > 1:34:06yea, beg a hair of him for memory.
1:34:06 > 1:34:08And, dying, mention it within their wills,
1:34:08 > 1:34:12bequeathing it as a rich legacy unto their issue.
1:34:12 > 1:34:16CROWD CLAMOUR AND SHOUT
1:34:16 > 1:34:18The will, the will! We will hear Caesar's will.
1:34:18 > 1:34:21Have patience, gentle friends.
1:34:21 > 1:34:23I must not read it.
1:34:23 > 1:34:26SHOUTING
1:34:26 > 1:34:29It is not meet. You know how Caesar loved you.
1:34:29 > 1:34:33You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.
1:34:33 > 1:34:36And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar,
1:34:36 > 1:34:41- It will inflame you.- NO! - It will make you mad.
1:34:42 > 1:34:45'Tis good you know not that YOU are his heirs.
1:34:45 > 1:34:49For, if you should - O, what would come of it!
1:34:49 > 1:34:51ALL CLAMOUR: Read the will!
1:34:56 > 1:35:00- Will you be patient?- ALL: Yes! - Will you stay awhile?- YES!
1:35:00 > 1:35:04I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it. I wrong the honourable men whose daggers stabbed Caesar.
1:35:04 > 1:35:06I do fear it.
1:35:06 > 1:35:09CLAMOUR CONTINUES
1:35:11 > 1:35:14- You will compel me, then, to read the will?- YES!
1:35:14 > 1:35:16Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
1:35:16 > 1:35:19- And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend?- YES!
1:35:19 > 1:35:22- And will you give me leave?- YES!
1:35:22 > 1:35:24CLAMOUR
1:35:29 > 1:35:32- Nay, press not so upon me. - Stand far off.
1:35:32 > 1:35:35Room for Antony! Room for Antony!
1:35:40 > 1:35:42If you have tears...
1:35:44 > 1:35:46..prepare to shed them now.
1:35:49 > 1:35:51You all do know this mantle.
1:35:53 > 1:35:56I remember the first time ever Caesar put it on.
1:35:58 > 1:36:00'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
1:36:00 > 1:36:04that day he overcame the Nervii.
1:36:08 > 1:36:11Look, in this place...
1:36:13 > 1:36:15..ran Cassius' dagger through.
1:36:18 > 1:36:22See what a rent the envious Casca made.
1:36:24 > 1:36:30Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabbed.
1:36:30 > 1:36:32And as he plucked his cursed steel away,
1:36:32 > 1:36:35mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,
1:36:35 > 1:36:39as rushing out of doors, to be resolved
1:36:39 > 1:36:43if Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no.
1:36:45 > 1:36:48For Brutus, as you know...
1:36:50 > 1:36:52..was Caesar's angel.
1:36:54 > 1:36:59Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
1:37:01 > 1:37:08This was the most unkindest cut of all.
1:37:09 > 1:37:12For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
1:37:12 > 1:37:15ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
1:37:15 > 1:37:16quite vanquished him.
1:37:16 > 1:37:19Then burst his mighty heart,
1:37:19 > 1:37:23and, in his mantle muffling up his face,
1:37:23 > 1:37:25great Caesar fell.
1:37:26 > 1:37:28O, what a fall was there,
1:37:28 > 1:37:31my countrymen!
1:37:31 > 1:37:35Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
1:37:35 > 1:37:39whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
1:37:44 > 1:37:47O, now you weep...
1:37:50 > 1:37:54..and, I perceive, you feel the dint of pity.
1:37:55 > 1:37:57These are gracious drops.
1:37:59 > 1:38:02What kind souls.
1:38:04 > 1:38:09Weep you when you but behold our Caesar's vesture wounded?
1:38:09 > 1:38:10Look you here!
1:38:10 > 1:38:12Here is himself,
1:38:12 > 1:38:16marred, as you see, with traitors!
1:38:16 > 1:38:18CROWD GASPS AND CRIES
1:38:20 > 1:38:23- Villains!- Kill them!
1:38:23 > 1:38:25We will have revenge!
1:38:28 > 1:38:31Stay! Countrymen!
1:38:31 > 1:38:33Good friends, sweet friends!
1:38:33 > 1:38:37Let me not stir you up to such a sudden flood of mutiny.
1:38:37 > 1:38:41They that have done this deed are honourable.
1:38:41 > 1:38:42NO!
1:38:42 > 1:38:45I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
1:38:45 > 1:38:47I am no orator, as Brutus is,
1:38:47 > 1:38:50but as you know me all, a plain blunt man
1:38:50 > 1:38:53that love my friend, I only speak right of.
1:38:53 > 1:38:56I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
1:38:56 > 1:38:59show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,
1:38:59 > 1:39:00and bid THEM speak for me.
1:39:02 > 1:39:04But were I Brutus...
1:39:05 > 1:39:06And Brutus Antony,
1:39:06 > 1:39:10there were an Antony would ruffle up your spirits
1:39:10 > 1:39:13and put a tongue in every wound of Caesar
1:39:13 > 1:39:18that should move the stones of Rome to rise and mutiny!
1:39:18 > 1:39:21MUTINY! MUTINY! MUTINY!
1:39:21 > 1:39:24CROWD CLAMOURS AND SHOUTS
1:39:27 > 1:39:30Countrymen! Yet hear me speak!
1:39:30 > 1:39:33Peace, ho! Hear Marc Antony speak!
1:39:33 > 1:39:37Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
1:39:39 > 1:39:42Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
1:39:42 > 1:39:44Alas, you know not.
1:39:45 > 1:39:47I must tell you then.
1:39:48 > 1:39:50You have forgot the will I told you of.
1:39:50 > 1:39:54- Most true. The will! - Let's stay and hear the will.
1:39:57 > 1:40:01Here is the will and under Caesar's seal.
1:40:04 > 1:40:09To every Roman citizen he gives -
1:40:09 > 1:40:12to every several man -
1:40:12 > 1:40:1475 drachmas!
1:40:14 > 1:40:15CROWD SQUEALS
1:40:19 > 1:40:21Hear me with patience!
1:40:21 > 1:40:23Moreover,
1:40:23 > 1:40:25he hath left you all his walks,
1:40:25 > 1:40:29his private arbours and new-planted orchards,
1:40:29 > 1:40:31on this side Tiber.
1:40:31 > 1:40:35He hath left them you and to your heirs forever!
1:40:35 > 1:40:37Here was a Caesar!
1:40:37 > 1:40:40When comes such another?
1:40:40 > 1:40:44CROWD SHOUTS: Never! Never!
1:40:44 > 1:40:47We'll burn his body at the holy place! YES!
1:40:47 > 1:40:50- Burn the traitors' houses!- YES!
1:40:50 > 1:40:51CROWD SHOUT
1:40:51 > 1:40:54CROWD SING TO PRAISE CAESAR
1:41:06 > 1:41:09Now let it work.
1:41:09 > 1:41:12Mischief, thou art afoot.
1:41:12 > 1:41:15Take thou what course thou wilt!
1:41:15 > 1:41:18- How now fellow?- Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
1:41:18 > 1:41:19He comes upon a wish.
1:41:19 > 1:41:23Fortune is merry and in this mood will give us anything.
1:41:23 > 1:41:25I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
1:41:25 > 1:41:27are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
1:41:27 > 1:41:32Belike they had some notice of the people, how I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius!
1:41:37 > 1:41:39'I dreamt tonight
1:41:39 > 1:41:41'that I did feast with Caesar,
1:41:41 > 1:41:44'And things unluckily charge my fantasy.
1:41:45 > 1:41:47'I have no will to wander forth of doors,
1:41:47 > 1:41:50'Yet something leads me forth.
1:41:50 > 1:41:52HULLABALOO
1:41:52 > 1:41:55- What is your name?- Whither are you going?- Where do you dwell?
1:41:55 > 1:41:57Are you a married man or a bachelor?
1:41:57 > 1:41:59- Answer any man directly. - Ay, and briefly.
1:41:59 > 1:42:01- Ay, and wisely. - Ay, and truly, you were best.
1:42:01 > 1:42:05What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell?
1:42:05 > 1:42:08Am I a married man or a bachelor?
1:42:08 > 1:42:10Then, to answer every man directly
1:42:10 > 1:42:13and briefly, wisely and truly...
1:42:13 > 1:42:16Wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
1:42:16 > 1:42:17LAUGHTER AND CHEERS
1:42:17 > 1:42:20That's as much as to say they are fools that marry.
1:42:20 > 1:42:23- You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear.- Proceed, directly.
1:42:23 > 1:42:26Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
1:42:26 > 1:42:28As a friend or an enemy?
1:42:28 > 1:42:30- As a friend. - That matter is answered directly.
1:42:30 > 1:42:32For your dwelling - briefly.
1:42:32 > 1:42:34Briefly, I dwell by the capitol.
1:42:34 > 1:42:35LAUGHTER
1:42:35 > 1:42:39- Your name, sir, truly. - Truly, my name is Cinna.
1:42:39 > 1:42:41THEY WHISPER HIS NAME
1:42:43 > 1:42:44THUD!
1:42:44 > 1:42:47Tear him to pieces.
1:42:47 > 1:42:48He is a conspirator.
1:42:48 > 1:42:50I am Cinna the poet.
1:42:50 > 1:42:52I am Cinna the poet.
1:42:52 > 1:42:55Tear him for his bad verses! Tear him for his bad verses!
1:42:55 > 1:42:57I am not Cinna the conspirator.
1:42:57 > 1:42:58It is no matter.
1:42:58 > 1:43:00His name is Cinna.
1:43:00 > 1:43:03Pluck but his name out of his heart and burn him going.
1:43:03 > 1:43:05Burn him.
1:43:05 > 1:43:07BURN HIM!
1:43:07 > 1:43:09CINNA SCREAMS
1:43:09 > 1:43:12ALL: Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!
1:43:31 > 1:43:35These many, then, shall die. Their names are pricked.
1:43:35 > 1:43:36GUNSHOT
1:43:36 > 1:43:38Your brother too must die.
1:43:39 > 1:43:41Consent you, Lepidus?
1:43:45 > 1:43:47I do consent...
1:43:46 > 1:43:47Prick him down, Antony.
1:43:47 > 1:43:50..On condition Publius shall not live,
1:43:50 > 1:43:52who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
1:43:52 > 1:43:55He shall not live.
1:43:55 > 1:43:57Look, with a spot...
1:43:57 > 1:43:59GUNSHOT
1:43:58 > 1:43:59I damn him.
1:44:00 > 1:44:02But, Lepidus,
1:44:02 > 1:44:05go you to Caesar's house.
1:44:05 > 1:44:08Fetch the will hither and we shall determine
1:44:08 > 1:44:10how to cut off some charge in legacies.
1:44:10 > 1:44:13What? Shall I find you here?
1:44:13 > 1:44:15Or here, or at the Capitol.
1:44:26 > 1:44:29This is a slight, unmeritable man,
1:44:29 > 1:44:31meet to be sent on errands.
1:44:31 > 1:44:32Is it fit,
1:44:32 > 1:44:35the threefold world divided, he should stand
1:44:35 > 1:44:36one of the three to share it?
1:44:36 > 1:44:38So you thought him.
1:44:38 > 1:44:40And took his voice who should be pricked to die
1:44:40 > 1:44:42in our black sentence and proscription.
1:44:42 > 1:44:46Octavius, I have seen more days than you.
1:44:46 > 1:44:48And though we lay these honours on this man,
1:44:48 > 1:44:51he shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
1:44:51 > 1:44:54either led or driven, as we point the way.
1:44:54 > 1:44:59You may do your will, but he's a tried and valiant soldier.
1:44:59 > 1:45:03So is my horse and I do not talk of him but as a property.
1:45:05 > 1:45:09And now, Octavius, listen - great things.
1:45:10 > 1:45:13Brutus and Cassius are levying powers.
1:45:13 > 1:45:15We must straight make head.
1:45:15 > 1:45:17Therefore let our alliance be combined,
1:45:17 > 1:45:20our best friends made, our means stretched.
1:45:20 > 1:45:22And let us presently go sit in council
1:45:22 > 1:45:25how covert matters may be best disclosed,
1:45:25 > 1:45:27and open perils surest answered.
1:45:27 > 1:45:29Let us do so.
1:45:29 > 1:45:34For we are at the stake and bayed about with many enemies.
1:45:34 > 1:45:38And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear...
1:45:40 > 1:45:42..millions of mischiefs.
1:46:00 > 1:46:03- Stand, ho! - Give the word, ho! and stand.
1:46:03 > 1:46:06What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?
1:46:06 > 1:46:10How he received you, let me be resolved.
1:46:10 > 1:46:12With courtesy and with respect enough
1:46:12 > 1:46:15but not with such familiar instances as he hath used of old.
1:46:17 > 1:46:21Thou hast described a hot friend cooling.
1:46:23 > 1:46:25Ever note, Lucilius,
1:46:25 > 1:46:29when love begins to sicken and decay,
1:46:29 > 1:46:32it useth an enforced ceremony.
1:46:32 > 1:46:36There are no tricks in plain and simple faith
1:46:36 > 1:46:39but hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
1:46:39 > 1:46:44make gallant show but like deceitful jades, sink in the trial.
1:46:46 > 1:46:48Comes his army on?
1:46:49 > 1:46:52They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd.
1:46:52 > 1:46:55The greater part are come with Cassius.
1:46:55 > 1:46:57Hark! He is arrived.
1:46:59 > 1:47:00Stand, ho!
1:47:00 > 1:47:03- Stand, ho! Speak the word along. - Stand!- Stand!- Stand!
1:47:07 > 1:47:10Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
1:47:10 > 1:47:11Judge me, you gods!
1:47:11 > 1:47:13Wrong I mine enemies?
1:47:13 > 1:47:16And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
1:47:16 > 1:47:18Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs.
1:47:18 > 1:47:19And when you do them...
1:47:19 > 1:47:21Cassius, be content.
1:47:21 > 1:47:24Speak your griefs softly. I do know you well.
1:47:25 > 1:47:27Before the eyes of both our armies here,
1:47:27 > 1:47:31which should perceive nothing but love from us, let us not wrangle.
1:47:32 > 1:47:35Bid them move away. Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
1:47:35 > 1:47:38and I will give you audience.
1:47:38 > 1:47:39Pindarus!
1:47:39 > 1:47:41Bid our commanders lead their charges
1:47:41 > 1:47:43off a little from this ground.
1:47:43 > 1:47:45And let no man come to our tent
1:47:45 > 1:47:47till we have done our conference.
1:47:53 > 1:47:55That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this.
1:47:55 > 1:47:57You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
1:47:57 > 1:47:59for taking bribes here of the Sardians.
1:47:59 > 1:48:03Wherein my letters, praying on his side, because I knew the man, were slighted off.
1:48:03 > 1:48:05You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
1:48:07 > 1:48:09In such a time as this it is not meet
1:48:09 > 1:48:11that every nice offence should bear his comment.
1:48:11 > 1:48:13Let me tell you, Cassius,
1:48:13 > 1:48:17you yourself are much condemn'd to have an itching palm.
1:48:19 > 1:48:21To sell and mart your offices
1:48:21 > 1:48:24for gold to undeservers.
1:48:25 > 1:48:26I an itching palm!
1:48:26 > 1:48:30You know that you are Brutus that speak this, or, by the gods,
1:48:30 > 1:48:32this speech were else your last.
1:48:32 > 1:48:34The name of Cassius honours this corruption.
1:48:34 > 1:48:37And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
1:48:38 > 1:48:41- Chastisement!- Remember March.
1:48:41 > 1:48:44The ides of March, remember.
1:48:45 > 1:48:50Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
1:48:50 > 1:48:53What villain touch'd his body,
1:48:53 > 1:48:56that did...stab...
1:48:57 > 1:48:59..and not for justice?
1:49:00 > 1:49:02What?
1:49:02 > 1:49:03Shall one of us,
1:49:03 > 1:49:06that struck the foremost man of all this world
1:49:06 > 1:49:08but for supporting robbers,
1:49:08 > 1:49:13shall we now contaminate our fingers
1:49:13 > 1:49:17with base bribes and sell the mighty space
1:49:17 > 1:49:19of our large honours
1:49:19 > 1:49:23for so much trash as may be grasped thus?
1:49:24 > 1:49:28I had rather be a dog,
1:49:28 > 1:49:30and bay the moon, than such a Roman.
1:49:31 > 1:49:34Brutus, bait not me.
1:49:34 > 1:49:36I'll not endure it.
1:49:36 > 1:49:38You forget yourself, to hedge me in.
1:49:38 > 1:49:41I am a soldier, I, older in practice,
1:49:41 > 1:49:44abler than yourself to make conditions.
1:49:44 > 1:49:47- Go to! I say you are not, Cassius. - I am.- I say you are not.
1:49:47 > 1:49:49Urge me no more, I shall forget myself.
1:49:49 > 1:49:52Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further!
1:49:52 > 1:49:56- Away, slight man!- Is't possible? - Hear me, for I will speak.
1:49:56 > 1:50:00Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
1:50:00 > 1:50:03- Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?- O ye gods, ye gods!
1:50:03 > 1:50:05- Must I endure all this?- All this!
1:50:05 > 1:50:10Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break.
1:50:10 > 1:50:14Go show your slaves how choleric you are, make your bondmen tremble.
1:50:14 > 1:50:17Must I budge? Must I observe you?
1:50:17 > 1:50:20Must I stand and crouch under your testy humour?
1:50:20 > 1:50:25By the gods you shall digest the venom of your spleen,
1:50:25 > 1:50:28though it do split you. For, from this day forth,
1:50:28 > 1:50:34I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, when you are waspish.
1:50:34 > 1:50:35Is it come to this?
1:50:35 > 1:50:38You say you are a better soldier.
1:50:38 > 1:50:41Let it appear so.
1:50:41 > 1:50:45Make your vaunting true and it shall please me well.
1:50:45 > 1:50:49For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
1:50:49 > 1:50:53You wrong me every way. You wrong me, Brutus!
1:50:53 > 1:50:56I said, "An elder soldier," not a better. Did I say "better"?
1:50:56 > 1:50:59If you did, I care not.
1:50:59 > 1:51:02When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
1:51:02 > 1:51:07- Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.- I durst not!- No.
1:51:07 > 1:51:11- What, durst not tempt him! - For your life you durst not!
1:51:13 > 1:51:15Do not presume too much upon my love.
1:51:15 > 1:51:17I may do that I shall be sorry for.
1:51:17 > 1:51:19You have done that you should be sorry for!
1:51:23 > 1:51:27There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
1:51:27 > 1:51:31for I am arm'd so strong in honesty
1:51:31 > 1:51:37that they pass by me as the idle wind, which I respect not.
1:51:40 > 1:51:43I did send to you
1:51:43 > 1:51:48for certain sums of gold to pay my legions,
1:51:48 > 1:51:52which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
1:51:52 > 1:51:55Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
1:51:55 > 1:52:00When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
1:52:00 > 1:52:06to lock these rascal counters from his friends, be ready, gods,
1:52:06 > 1:52:09with all your thunderbolts. Dash him to pieces!
1:52:09 > 1:52:11- I denied you not.- You did!
1:52:11 > 1:52:13I did not!
1:52:13 > 1:52:16He was but a fool that brought my answer back.
1:52:22 > 1:52:24Brutus hath rived my heart.
1:52:26 > 1:52:28A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
1:52:28 > 1:52:30Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
1:52:30 > 1:52:33I do not, till you practise them on me.
1:52:35 > 1:52:36You love me not.
1:52:38 > 1:52:43- I do not like your faults.- A friendly eye could never see such faults.
1:52:43 > 1:52:47A flatterer's would not, though they do appear as huge as high Olympus.
1:52:54 > 1:52:57Come, Antony, and, young Octavius, come.
1:53:00 > 1:53:03Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
1:53:03 > 1:53:05for Cassius is aweary of the world.
1:53:08 > 1:53:13Hated by one he loves. Braved by his brother.
1:53:13 > 1:53:18Cheque'd like a bondman. All his faults observed,
1:53:18 > 1:53:21set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
1:53:21 > 1:53:22to cast into my teeth.
1:53:26 > 1:53:28O, I could weep my spirit from mine eyes!
1:53:33 > 1:53:34There is my dagger.
1:53:36 > 1:53:38And here my naked breast.
1:53:38 > 1:53:39Within, a heart
1:53:39 > 1:53:43dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold.
1:53:43 > 1:53:46If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth.
1:53:46 > 1:53:48I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart.
1:53:48 > 1:53:50Strike, as thou didst at Caesar.
1:53:50 > 1:53:53For, I know, when thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
1:53:53 > 1:53:55than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
1:53:55 > 1:53:56Sheathe your dagger!
1:59:50 > 1:59:57.
2:00:05 > 2:00:08Be angry when you will, it shall have scope.
2:00:08 > 2:00:11Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
2:00:15 > 2:00:19O, Cassius,
2:00:19 > 2:00:24you are yoked with a lamb that carries anger as the flint bears fire.
2:00:24 > 2:00:27Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
2:00:27 > 2:00:30and straight is cold again.
2:00:30 > 2:00:34Hath Cassius lived to be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
2:00:34 > 2:00:37when love and grief, ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
2:00:37 > 2:00:41When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
2:00:41 > 2:00:43Do you confess so much?
2:00:43 > 2:00:49- Give me your hand.- And my heart too. - O Brutus!- What's the matter?
2:00:49 > 2:00:52Have not you love enough to bear with me,
2:00:52 > 2:00:56when that rash humour which my mother gave me makes me forgetful?
2:00:56 > 2:01:01Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth, when you are over-earnest
2:01:01 > 2:01:05with your Brutus, he'll think your mother chides and leave you so.
2:01:05 > 2:01:08Let me go in to see the generals.
2:01:08 > 2:01:11There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet they be alone.
2:01:11 > 2:01:13You shall not come to them.
2:01:13 > 2:01:19- Nothing but death shall stay me. - How now! What's the matter?
2:01:19 > 2:01:22For shame, you generals!
2:01:22 > 2:01:25What do you mean?
2:01:25 > 2:01:31Love, and be friends, as two such men should be.
2:01:32 > 2:01:36For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
2:01:36 > 2:01:39How vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
2:01:41 > 2:01:45Get you hence, sirrah. Saucy fellow, hence!
2:01:45 > 2:01:48Bear with him, Brutus, 'tis his fashion.
2:01:48 > 2:01:50I'll know his humour, when he knows his time.
2:01:50 > 2:01:52What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
2:01:52 > 2:01:55- Companion, hence! - Away, away, be gone.
2:01:57 > 2:01:58Lucilius and Titinius,
2:01:58 > 2:02:02bid the commanders prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
2:02:02 > 2:02:05And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you immediately to us.
2:02:05 > 2:02:07Lucius, a bowl of wine!
2:02:12 > 2:02:15I did not think you could have been so angry.
2:02:17 > 2:02:23O, Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
2:02:23 > 2:02:26Of your philosophy you make no use,
2:02:26 > 2:02:27if you give place to accidental evils.
2:02:27 > 2:02:29No man bears sorrow better.
2:02:32 > 2:02:34Portia is dead.
2:02:34 > 2:02:38Ha! Portia!
2:02:38 > 2:02:41She is dead.
2:02:41 > 2:02:45How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
2:02:46 > 2:02:50O insupportable and touching loss! Upon what sickness?
2:02:52 > 2:02:56Impatient of my absence,
2:02:56 > 2:03:00and grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
2:03:00 > 2:03:02have made themselves so strong.
2:03:02 > 2:03:07For with her death that tidings came.
2:03:07 > 2:03:10With this she fell distract
2:03:10 > 2:03:18and, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
2:03:18 > 2:03:20And died so?
2:03:20 > 2:03:24- Even so.- O ye immortal gods! - Speak no more of her.
2:03:24 > 2:03:28Give me a bowl of wine.
2:03:31 > 2:03:34Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup.
2:03:41 > 2:03:44In this...
2:03:44 > 2:03:49I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
2:03:49 > 2:03:52My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
2:03:57 > 2:03:59I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
2:04:06 > 2:04:09Come, Titinius!
2:04:09 > 2:04:11Welcome, good Messala.
2:04:11 > 2:04:14Now sit we close about this taper here,
2:04:14 > 2:04:16and call in question our necessities.
2:04:16 > 2:04:21- Portia, art gone? - No more, I pray you.
2:04:22 > 2:04:26Messala, I have here received letters that young Octavius
2:04:26 > 2:04:31and Mark Antony come down upon us with a mighty power,
2:04:31 > 2:04:33bending their expedition toward Philippi.
2:04:33 > 2:04:36- Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.- With what addition?
2:04:36 > 2:04:41That by proscription and bills of outlawry, Octavius, Antony,
2:04:41 > 2:04:44and Lepidus have put to death an hundred senators.
2:04:44 > 2:04:48Therein our letters do not well agree. Mine speak of seventy senators
2:04:48 > 2:04:50that died by their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
2:04:50 > 2:04:54- Cicero one!- Cicero is dead, and by that order of proscription.
2:04:56 > 2:05:00- Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?- No, Messala.
2:05:00 > 2:05:03- Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?- Nothing, Messala.
2:05:05 > 2:05:12- That, methinks, is strange.- Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours?
2:05:12 > 2:05:14No, my lord.
2:05:17 > 2:05:23Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
2:05:23 > 2:05:26Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell.
2:05:29 > 2:05:33For certain she is dead and by strange manner.
2:05:33 > 2:05:34Why, farewell, Portia.
2:05:38 > 2:05:41We must die, Messala.
2:05:41 > 2:05:45With meditating that she must die once,
2:05:45 > 2:05:47I have the patience to endure it now.
2:05:49 > 2:05:53Even so, great men great losses should endure.
2:05:53 > 2:05:55I have as much of this in art as you,
2:05:55 > 2:05:57but yet my nature could not bear it so.
2:05:57 > 2:06:01Well, to our work alive.
2:06:01 > 2:06:06What do you think of marching to Philippi presently?
2:06:06 > 2:06:08- I do not think it good.- Your reason?
2:06:10 > 2:06:13This it is.
2:06:13 > 2:06:17'Tis better that the enemy seek us.
2:06:19 > 2:06:25So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, doing himself offence,
2:06:25 > 2:06:31while we, lying still, are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
2:06:31 > 2:06:35Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
2:06:37 > 2:06:44The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground do stand
2:06:44 > 2:06:46but in a forced affection,
2:06:46 > 2:06:49for they have grudged us contribution.
2:06:49 > 2:06:52The enemy, marching along by them,
2:06:52 > 2:06:57by them shall make a fuller number up, come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged.
2:06:57 > 2:07:01From which advantage shall we cut him off,
2:07:01 > 2:07:04if at Philippi we do face him there, these people at our back.
2:07:04 > 2:07:07- Hear me, good brother. - Under your pardon.
2:07:07 > 2:07:10You must note beside, that we have tried the utmost of our friends.
2:07:10 > 2:07:15Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe.
2:07:15 > 2:07:22The enemy increaseth every day. We, at the height, are ready to decline.
2:07:22 > 2:07:28There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood,
2:07:28 > 2:07:30leads on to fortune.
2:07:30 > 2:07:34Omitted, all the voyage of their life
2:07:34 > 2:07:39is bound in shallows and in miseries.
2:07:39 > 2:07:44On such a full sea are we now afloat, and we must take the current
2:07:44 > 2:07:48when it serves, or lose our ventures.
2:07:51 > 2:07:54Then, with your will, go on.
2:07:54 > 2:07:59We'll along ourselves. and meet them at Philippi.
2:07:59 > 2:08:00The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
2:08:00 > 2:08:06and nature must obey necessity, which we will niggard with a little rest.
2:08:09 > 2:08:12- There is no more to say?- No more. Good night.
2:08:12 > 2:08:15BRUTUS LAUGHS
2:08:17 > 2:08:23- Early tomorrow will we rise, and hence.- Lucius, my gown.
2:08:23 > 2:08:26Good night, Titinius.
2:08:26 > 2:08:29Farewell, good Messala.
2:08:29 > 2:08:33Noble, noble Cassius,
2:08:33 > 2:08:37good night, and good repose.
2:08:37 > 2:08:40This was an ill beginning of the night.
2:08:40 > 2:08:43Never let such division come 'tween our souls!
2:08:43 > 2:08:47- Let it not, Brutus. - Every thing is well.
2:08:50 > 2:08:54- Good night, my lord. - Good night, good brother.
2:08:54 > 2:08:59- Good night, Lord Brutus. - Farewell, everyone.
2:09:01 > 2:09:06- Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?- Here in the tent.
2:09:06 > 2:09:10What, thou speak'st drowsily?
2:09:10 > 2:09:14Poor knave, I blame thee not. Thou art o'er-watch'd.
2:09:14 > 2:09:16Call Claudius and some other of my men,
2:09:16 > 2:09:20I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
2:09:20 > 2:09:23Varro and Claudius!
2:09:23 > 2:09:25Calls my lord?
2:09:25 > 2:09:28I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep.
2:09:28 > 2:09:32It may be I shall raise you by and by on business to my brother Cassius.
2:09:32 > 2:09:34So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
2:09:34 > 2:09:37I will not have it so. Lie down, good sirs.
2:09:43 > 2:09:47Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so.
2:09:47 > 2:09:49I put it in the pocket of my gown.
2:09:49 > 2:09:52I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
2:09:52 > 2:09:55Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
2:09:58 > 2:10:00Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
2:10:00 > 2:10:04and touch thy instrument a strain or two?
2:10:04 > 2:10:06Ay, my lord, an't please you.
2:10:06 > 2:10:10I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
2:10:11 > 2:10:18- It is my duty, sir.- I should not urge thy duty past thy might.
2:10:18 > 2:10:22I have slept, my lord, already.
2:10:22 > 2:10:28It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again.
2:10:28 > 2:10:32I will not hold thee long. If I do live, I will be good to thee.
2:10:53 > 2:10:55This is a sleepy tune.
2:10:59 > 2:11:05O murderous slumber,
2:11:05 > 2:11:10lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy that plays thee music?
2:11:13 > 2:11:15Gentle knave, good night.
2:11:18 > 2:11:21I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
2:11:21 > 2:11:28If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument, I'll take it from thee,
2:11:28 > 2:11:33and, good boy, good night.
2:11:53 > 2:11:56Let me see, let me see.
2:11:56 > 2:12:00Is not the leaf turn'd down where I left reading?
2:12:00 > 2:12:03Here it is, I think.
2:12:04 > 2:12:07How ill this taper burns!
2:12:14 > 2:12:16Ha! Who comes here?
2:12:20 > 2:12:22I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
2:12:22 > 2:12:24that shapes this monstrous apparition.
2:12:29 > 2:12:31It comes upon me.
2:12:32 > 2:12:34Art thou any thing?
2:12:37 > 2:12:45Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
2:12:45 > 2:12:50that makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
2:12:51 > 2:12:53Speak to me what thou art.
2:12:58 > 2:13:02Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
2:13:02 > 2:13:05Why comest thou?
2:13:05 > 2:13:11To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
2:13:11 > 2:13:13Then I shall see thee again?
2:13:13 > 2:13:18Ay, at Philippi.
2:13:18 > 2:13:23Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
2:13:26 > 2:13:28Now I have taken heart thou vanishest.
2:13:28 > 2:13:31Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
2:13:37 > 2:13:39Boy, Lucius!
2:13:42 > 2:13:44Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!
2:13:47 > 2:13:49Claudius!
2:13:49 > 2:13:53- The strings, my lord, are false.- He thinks he still is at his instrument.
2:13:55 > 2:13:58- Lucius, awake!- My lord?
2:14:00 > 2:14:04Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
2:14:04 > 2:14:06My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
2:14:06 > 2:14:09Yes, that thou didst.
2:14:11 > 2:14:15Didst thou see any thing?
2:14:15 > 2:14:18Nothing, my lord.
2:14:22 > 2:14:24Sleep again, Lucius.
2:14:35 > 2:14:38Sirrah Claudius! Fellow thou, awake!
2:14:38 > 2:14:42- My lord?- My lord?
2:14:42 > 2:14:45Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
2:14:45 > 2:14:47BOTH: Did we, my lord?
2:14:47 > 2:14:52Ay. Saw you anything?
2:14:52 > 2:14:55- No, my lord, I saw nothing. - Nor I, my lord.
2:14:57 > 2:15:00Go and commend me to my brother Cassius.
2:15:00 > 2:15:04Bid him set on his powers betimes before and we will follow.
2:15:04 > 2:15:05It shall be done, my lord.
2:15:13 > 2:15:16Now, Antony, our hopes are answered.
2:15:16 > 2:15:18You said the enemy would not come down,
2:15:18 > 2:15:19but keep the hills and upper regions.
2:15:19 > 2:15:24It proves not so. Their battles are at hand.
2:15:27 > 2:15:29They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
2:15:29 > 2:15:31answering before we do demand of them.
2:15:31 > 2:15:37Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know wherefore they do it.
2:15:37 > 2:15:40They think by this face to fasten in our thoughts
2:15:40 > 2:15:43that they have courage, but 'tis not so.
2:15:43 > 2:15:48Prepare you, generals. The enemy comes on in gallant show.
2:15:51 > 2:15:54Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
2:15:54 > 2:15:56upon the left hand of the even field.
2:15:56 > 2:15:58Upon the right hand I. Keep thou the left.
2:15:58 > 2:16:00Why do you cross me in this exigent?
2:16:00 > 2:16:02I do not cross you.
2:16:02 > 2:16:04But I will do so.
2:16:05 > 2:16:08'They stand, and would have parley.'
2:16:08 > 2:16:11Stand fast, Titinius. We must out and talk.
2:16:11 > 2:16:14Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
2:16:14 > 2:16:17No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
2:16:17 > 2:16:18Make forth.
2:16:20 > 2:16:22The generals would have some words.
2:16:22 > 2:16:24Stir not until the signal.
2:16:24 > 2:16:28Words before blows. Is it so, countrymen?
2:16:28 > 2:16:32Not that we love words better, as you do.
2:16:32 > 2:16:33(LAUGHS)
2:16:35 > 2:16:36THEY ALL LAUGH
2:16:37 > 2:16:41Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. >
2:16:41 > 2:16:46In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
2:16:46 > 2:16:49Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
2:16:49 > 2:16:53crying, "Long live! Hail, Caesar!"
2:16:53 > 2:16:57Antony, the posture of your blows are yet unknown.
2:16:57 > 2:17:00But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
2:17:00 > 2:17:02and leave them honeyless.
2:17:02 > 2:17:03Not stingless too?
2:17:03 > 2:17:06O, yes, and soundless too,
2:17:06 > 2:17:08for you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
2:17:08 > 2:17:12and very wisely threat before you sting.
2:17:12 > 2:17:14Villains!
2:17:14 > 2:17:18You did not so, when your vile daggers hack'd one another
2:17:18 > 2:17:20in the sides of Caesar.
2:17:20 > 2:17:22You show'd your teeth like apes,
2:17:22 > 2:17:26and fawn'd like hounds, and bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet,
2:17:26 > 2:17:30whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind struck Caesar on the neck.
2:17:30 > 2:17:31O, you flatterers!
2:17:31 > 2:17:34- Flatterers?!- Hey, hey!
2:17:34 > 2:17:35Now, Brutus, thank yourself.
2:17:35 > 2:17:38This tongue had not offended so today, if Cassius might have ruled.
2:17:38 > 2:17:41Come, come, the cause.
2:17:41 > 2:17:46If arguing make us sweat, the proof of it will turn to redder drops.
2:17:46 > 2:17:48Look.
2:17:50 > 2:17:53I draw a sword against conspirators.
2:17:53 > 2:17:56When think you that the sword goes up again?
2:17:56 > 2:18:01Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds be well avenged,
2:18:01 > 2:18:05or till another Caesar have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
2:18:05 > 2:18:09Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
2:18:09 > 2:18:11Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
2:18:14 > 2:18:18So I hope. I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
2:18:18 > 2:18:19O...
2:18:20 > 2:18:25If thou wert the noblest of thy strain, young man,
2:18:25 > 2:18:27thou couldst not die more honourable.
2:18:30 > 2:18:34A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
2:18:34 > 2:18:37join'd with a masker and a reveller!
2:18:38 > 2:18:40Old Cassius still!
2:18:40 > 2:18:42Come, Antony, away!
2:18:42 > 2:18:46Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.
2:18:46 > 2:18:50If you dare fight today, come to the field.
2:18:50 > 2:18:52If not...
2:18:52 > 2:18:54..when you have stomachs.
2:19:01 > 2:19:02THEY CHUCKLE
2:19:02 > 2:19:06Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
2:19:06 > 2:19:10The storm is up, and all is on the hazard!
2:19:10 > 2:19:12- Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you. - My lord?
2:19:12 > 2:19:14- Messala!- What says my general?
2:19:16 > 2:19:20This is my birthday, Messala, as this very day Was Cassius born.
2:19:20 > 2:19:23Give me thy hand, Messala.
2:19:23 > 2:19:26Be thou my witness that against my will, am I compell'd
2:19:26 > 2:19:29to set upon one battle all our liberties.
2:19:29 > 2:19:35Coming from Sardis, two mighty eagles fell,
2:19:35 > 2:19:39and there they perch'd, gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands.
2:19:39 > 2:19:42They here to Philippi consorted us.
2:19:42 > 2:19:45This morning are they fled away and gone.
2:19:45 > 2:19:49And in their stead do ravens, crows and kites, fly o'er our heads
2:19:49 > 2:19:53and downward look on us as we were sickly prey.
2:19:54 > 2:19:57Their shadows seem a canopy most fatal,
2:19:57 > 2:20:00under which our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
2:20:00 > 2:20:02Believe not so.
2:20:04 > 2:20:08I but believe it partly for I am fresh of spirit
2:20:08 > 2:20:13and resolved to meet all perils very constantly!
2:20:13 > 2:20:15Now, most noble Brutus.
2:20:16 > 2:20:19The gods today stand friendly,
2:20:19 > 2:20:23that we may, lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
2:20:23 > 2:20:26But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
2:20:26 > 2:20:29let us reason with the worst that may befall.
2:20:29 > 2:20:31If we do lose this battle,
2:20:31 > 2:20:34then is this the very last time we shall speak together?
2:20:34 > 2:20:36What are you then determined to do?
2:20:36 > 2:20:43I... I... I know not how, but I do find it cowardly and vile,
2:20:43 > 2:20:47for fear of what might fall, so to prevent the time of life.
2:20:47 > 2:20:50Then, if we lose this battle,
2:20:50 > 2:20:52you are contented to be led in triumph
2:20:52 > 2:20:54- thorough the streets of Rome?- No!
2:20:54 > 2:20:55Cassius, no.
2:20:57 > 2:21:02Think not, thou noble Roman, that ever Brutus shall go bound to Rome.
2:21:02 > 2:21:03He bears too great a mind.
2:21:05 > 2:21:10But this same day must end that work the ides of March begun.
2:21:10 > 2:21:14And whether we shall meet again I know not.
2:21:14 > 2:21:21Therefore our everlasting farewell take for ever, and for ever.
2:21:21 > 2:21:23Farewell, Cassius.
2:21:23 > 2:21:27If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.
2:21:27 > 2:21:31If not, why then, this parting was well made.
2:21:31 > 2:21:33For ever...
2:21:33 > 2:21:38..and for ever. Farewell, Brutus.
2:21:40 > 2:21:43If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed.
2:21:43 > 2:21:47If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
2:21:47 > 2:21:49Why, then, lead on!
2:22:01 > 2:22:03O...
2:22:03 > 2:22:07That a man might know the end of this day's business ere it come.
2:22:10 > 2:22:15But it sufficeth that the day will end...
2:22:15 > 2:22:16HE IMITATES GUN SHOT
2:22:16 > 2:22:18..and then the end is known.
2:22:19 > 2:22:24- Come. Ho!- Ho!- Away!- Away!
2:22:25 > 2:22:28O!
2:22:28 > 2:22:31Titinius! Titinius!
2:22:31 > 2:22:33The villains fly!
2:22:33 > 2:22:37Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy.
2:22:37 > 2:22:40O, Cassius. Brutus gave the word too early,
2:22:40 > 2:22:43who, having some advantage on Octavius, took it too eagerly.
2:22:43 > 2:22:47His soldiers fell to spoil, whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
2:22:47 > 2:22:50Fly further off, my lord. Fly further off.
2:22:50 > 2:22:53Mark Antony is in your tents! Therefore, fly, noble Cassius!
2:22:53 > 2:22:56This hill is far enough.
2:22:56 > 2:22:58Look, look, Titinius.
2:22:58 > 2:23:02Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
2:23:02 > 2:23:03They are, my lord.
2:23:04 > 2:23:08Titinius, if thou lovest me, ride thee up to yonder troops,
2:23:08 > 2:23:12that I may rest assured if they be friend or enemy.
2:23:12 > 2:23:15I will be here again, even with a thought.
2:23:15 > 2:23:16Go, Pindarus.
2:23:18 > 2:23:21Get thee to yonder vantage there.
2:23:21 > 2:23:23My sight was ever thick.
2:23:24 > 2:23:28Regard Titinius, and tell me what thou notest about the field.
2:23:28 > 2:23:30HE PANTS
2:23:36 > 2:23:38This day breathed I first.
2:23:39 > 2:23:41Time is come round.
2:23:43 > 2:23:49And where I did begin, there shall I end.
2:23:49 > 2:23:51My time is run his compass.
2:23:52 > 2:23:54Sirrah, what news?
2:23:54 > 2:23:55O, my lord! >
2:23:55 > 2:23:57What news?!
2:23:57 > 2:23:59Titinius is enclosed round about. >
2:23:59 > 2:24:00Now they are almost on him. >
2:24:00 > 2:24:02O, he's ta'en.
2:24:02 > 2:24:03CROWD SHOUTS OUTSIDE
2:24:03 > 2:24:05And, hark! They shout for joy.
2:24:05 > 2:24:07< Come here!
2:24:07 > 2:24:09< Behold no more.
2:24:09 > 2:24:14O, coward that I am, to live so long,
2:24:14 > 2:24:18to see my best friend ta'en before my face!
2:24:20 > 2:24:21Come hither, sirrah.
2:24:27 > 2:24:29In Parthia did I take thee prisoner,
2:24:29 > 2:24:33and then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
2:24:33 > 2:24:36that whatsoever I should bid thee do, thou shouldst attempt it.
2:24:38 > 2:24:43Come now, and keep thine oath, and with this sword
2:24:43 > 2:24:47that ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
2:24:47 > 2:24:50Stand not to answer! Here.
2:24:50 > 2:24:54Take thou the hilts, and when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
2:24:54 > 2:24:56Guide thou the sword...
2:24:56 > 2:24:57Caesar...
2:24:58 > 2:25:00Thou art revenged.
2:25:04 > 2:25:07Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
2:25:10 > 2:25:12O, Cassius...
2:25:13 > 2:25:16Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
2:25:16 > 2:25:19where never Roman shall take note of him.
2:25:19 > 2:25:22< It is but change, Titinius,
2:25:22 > 2:25:25for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power.
2:25:25 > 2:25:27These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
2:25:27 > 2:25:30Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
2:25:30 > 2:25:33He lies not like the living.
2:25:39 > 2:25:41- O my heart!- Is not that he?!- No.
2:25:43 > 2:25:47This WAS he, Messala.
2:25:47 > 2:25:48But Cassius is no more.
2:25:48 > 2:25:50(LAUGHING) Now...
2:25:50 > 2:25:53Piercing steel and darts envenomed shall be as welcome
2:25:53 > 2:25:56to the ears of Brutus as tidings of this sight!
2:25:56 > 2:25:58Hie you, Messala.
2:26:02 > 2:26:07Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
2:26:07 > 2:26:09Did I not meet thy friends?
2:26:09 > 2:26:13And did not they put on my brows this wreath of victory,
2:26:13 > 2:26:15and bid me give it thee?
2:26:17 > 2:26:19Didst thou not hear their shouts?
2:26:19 > 2:26:24Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything.
2:26:25 > 2:26:27But hold thee.
2:26:27 > 2:26:30Take this garland on thy brow.
2:26:30 > 2:26:34Thy Brutus bid me give it thee.
2:26:35 > 2:26:39(CRYING) And I will do his bidding.
2:26:39 > 2:26:40(SNIFFLES)
2:26:44 > 2:26:48By your leave, gods...
2:26:48 > 2:26:50..this is a Roman's part.
2:26:50 > 2:26:55Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
2:26:55 > 2:26:56SHOUTING
2:26:58 > 2:27:00Where doth his body lie?
2:27:00 > 2:27:03Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
2:27:03 > 2:27:04Titinius' face is upward.
2:27:04 > 2:27:06O, he is slain.
2:27:06 > 2:27:08BRUTUS SCREAMS
2:27:12 > 2:27:15Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
2:27:15 > 2:27:17Thy spirit walks abroad
2:27:17 > 2:27:21and turns our swords in our own proper entrails.
2:27:21 > 2:27:23Brave Titinius.
2:27:23 > 2:27:25Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
2:27:25 > 2:27:27The last of all the Romans.
2:27:27 > 2:27:30Fare thee well!
2:27:30 > 2:27:35It is impossible that ever Rome should ever breed thy fellow.
2:27:37 > 2:27:43Friends, I owe more tears to this dead man than you shall see me pay.
2:27:45 > 2:27:49I shall find time, Cassius.
2:27:49 > 2:27:51I shall find time.
2:27:51 > 2:27:52EXPLOSIONS OUTSIDE
2:27:56 > 2:27:57Come.
2:27:57 > 2:28:00Therefore, let us to the field!
2:28:02 > 2:28:08'Tis three o'clock and Romans, yet ere night,
2:28:08 > 2:28:12we shall try fortune in a second fight!
2:28:12 > 2:28:13MEN SHOUT
2:28:18 > 2:28:21Who will go with me?
2:28:21 > 2:28:24I will proclaim my name about the field, for I am Brutus,
2:28:24 > 2:28:29Marcus Brutus, I Brutus, my country's friend know me for Brutus!
2:28:29 > 2:28:32Yield, or thou diest.
2:28:33 > 2:28:39Only I yield to die. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
2:28:39 > 2:28:41We must not. A noble prisoner!
2:28:41 > 2:28:45Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
2:28:45 > 2:28:47I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.
2:28:47 > 2:28:50Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
2:28:50 > 2:28:51Where is he?
2:28:51 > 2:28:54Safe, Antony. Brutus is safe enough.
2:28:55 > 2:28:58I dare assure thee that no enemy
2:28:58 > 2:29:02shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.
2:29:02 > 2:29:06The gods defend him from so great a shame!
2:29:06 > 2:29:08This is not Brutus, friend,
2:29:08 > 2:29:11but, I assure you, a prize no less in worth.
2:29:11 > 2:29:16I had rather have such men my friends than enemies.
2:29:17 > 2:29:20Go on, And see whether Brutus be alive or dead.
2:29:27 > 2:29:29Come!
2:29:29 > 2:29:34Poor remains of friends and rest we here.
2:29:34 > 2:29:38Statilius had the torch-light, but, my lord, he came not back.
2:29:38 > 2:29:39He is or ta'en or slain.
2:29:39 > 2:29:42Sit thee down, Clitus.
2:29:43 > 2:29:48Slaying is THE word.
2:29:48 > 2:29:50It is a deed in fashion.
2:29:51 > 2:29:54(LAUGHS)
2:29:54 > 2:29:55Hark thee, Clitus.
2:29:55 > 2:29:57HE WHISPERS
2:29:57 > 2:30:02What? I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
2:30:02 > 2:30:04Peace then! No words.
2:30:04 > 2:30:06I'll rather kill myself.
2:30:16 > 2:30:19Hark thee, Varro.
2:30:21 > 2:30:23BRUTUS WHISPERS
2:30:25 > 2:30:27Shall I do such a deed?
2:30:36 > 2:30:37VARRO LAUGHS
2:30:40 > 2:30:43- O, Varro!- O, Clitus!
2:30:43 > 2:30:45What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
2:30:45 > 2:30:49To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
2:30:49 > 2:30:52Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
2:30:52 > 2:30:54That it runs over even at his eyes.
2:30:59 > 2:31:03Come hither, good Lucilius. List a word.
2:31:03 > 2:31:05What say, my lord?
2:31:05 > 2:31:08Why, this, Lucilius.
2:31:08 > 2:31:12The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
2:31:13 > 2:31:17Two several times by night, at Sardis once,
2:31:17 > 2:31:21and, this last night, here in Philippi Fields.
2:31:21 > 2:31:23- I know my hour is come. - Not so, my lord.
2:31:23 > 2:31:27Nay, I am sure it is, Lucilius. EXPLOSION OUTSIDE
2:31:29 > 2:31:30FOOTSTEPS
2:31:32 > 2:31:36Thou seest the world, Lucilius, how it goes.
2:31:36 > 2:31:40Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
2:31:40 > 2:31:42It is...
2:31:42 > 2:31:47It is more worthy to leap in ourselves than tarry till they push us.
2:31:50 > 2:31:55Good Lucilius, thou know'st that we two went to school together.
2:31:55 > 2:31:59Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
2:31:59 > 2:32:05hold thou my dagger whilst I run on it.
2:32:08 > 2:32:10That is not an office for a friend, my lord.
2:32:10 > 2:32:11EXPLOSION OUTSIDE
2:32:13 > 2:32:17Fly, my lord, fly. There is no tarrying here.
2:32:17 > 2:32:19Countrymen.
2:32:20 > 2:32:24My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
2:32:24 > 2:32:29I found no man but he was true to me.
2:32:31 > 2:32:32So fare well to you all at once,
2:32:32 > 2:32:35for Brutus' tongue hath almost ended his life's history.
2:32:35 > 2:32:37EXPLOSION OUTSIDE
2:32:37 > 2:32:39Fly. Fly, my lord.
2:32:39 > 2:32:41Hence! I will follow.
2:32:51 > 2:32:53O, Lucius...
2:32:53 > 2:32:57Thou has done all this while asleep?
2:32:57 > 2:33:00I pray thee, Lucius, stay thou by thy lord
2:33:03 > 2:33:09Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
2:33:09 > 2:33:12BRUTUS LAUGHS
2:33:12 > 2:33:15Hold then my sword...
2:33:17 > 2:33:20..and turn away thy face while I do run upon it.
2:33:29 > 2:33:31Wilt thou, Lucius ?
2:33:35 > 2:33:36Give me your hand first.
2:33:47 > 2:33:50Fare you well, my lord.
2:33:50 > 2:33:51(LAUGHS)
2:33:53 > 2:33:58Farewell, good Lucius.
2:34:19 > 2:34:20Caesar...
2:34:22 > 2:34:25Now be still.
2:34:25 > 2:34:29I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
2:34:39 > 2:34:41FOOTSTEPS
2:34:48 > 2:34:50- What man is that?- My master's man.
2:34:50 > 2:34:51Where is thy master, boy?
2:34:51 > 2:34:55Free from the bondage you are in, Messala.
2:34:55 > 2:34:58The conquerors can but make a fire of him.
2:34:58 > 2:35:01For Brutus only overcame himself,
2:35:01 > 2:35:05and no man else hath honour by his death.
2:35:26 > 2:35:31This was the noblest Roman of them all.
2:35:31 > 2:35:36All the conspirators save only he...
2:35:36 > 2:35:39..did that they did in envy of great Caesar.
2:35:39 > 2:35:43He only, in a general honest thought and common good to all, made one of them.
2:35:43 > 2:35:47His life was gentle, and the elements so mix'd in him
2:35:47 > 2:35:56that Nature might stand up and say to all the world, "This was a man!"
2:35:56 > 2:36:00According to his virtue let us use him,
2:36:00 > 2:36:03with all respect and rites of burial.
2:36:03 > 2:36:06Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie.
2:36:06 > 2:36:12Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
2:36:13 > 2:36:17So call the field to rest and let's away,
2:36:17 > 2:36:22to part the glories of this happy day.
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