![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. I have heard,Įxcept immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus That you have no such mirrors as will turn Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion īy means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors īut let not therefore my good friends be grieved. Of late with passions of some difference, You bear too stubborn and too strange a handīe not deceived: if I have veil'd my look, I have not from your eyes that gentleness Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,Ĭry 'Caesar!' Speak Caesar is turn'd to hear.Ī soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.įellow, come from the throng look upon Caesar. When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.īid every noise be still: peace yet again! Enter CAESAR ANTONY, for the course CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer ![]()
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