He was quick mettle when he went to school. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Cassius: Anthony, will you be my friend? Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far. Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech. To find out you. Cassius, what night is this! I know no personal cause to spurn at him. But are not some whole that we must make sick? That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! That Caesar will not grant. YAY #3!] name out of his heart, and turn him going. I should not know you, Brutus. What do you think. Give me your hand first. Ha! Is notwithstanding up. Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing? into more work. And swim to yonder point?' How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey: I wonder none of you have thought of him. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday. Major Characters Julius Caesar: Leader of Rome, who is about to be crowned by the Senate, and is killed by a conspiracy for fear he will become a tyrant. Need some impromptu costumes for Julius Caesar or Coriolanus? I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar; To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me. Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing! To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. And will he steal out of his wholesome bed. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's. Noble, noble Cassius. Soft! Wilt thou, Strato? Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him? look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd, The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand. And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink! He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth; Which, out of use and staled by other men. Wherefore rejoice? Then I, and you, and all of us fell down. But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Which is a great way growing on the south. That needs must light on this ingratitude. A professionally edited one-hour version of Shakespeare’s play, ‘Julius Caesar’ that is royalty-free to Drama Notebook members! Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Sennet. The comedian evoked quite a reaction when he compared "powerful maniac" Julius Caesar to Donald Trump, telling the SNL audience an assassination would be interesting to try. AAAAH! Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth, I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds, Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen. A piece of work that will make sick men whole. Oh, and by the way, Brutus sucks, vote for me. Was Cassius born. Caesar killed Pompey! Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged; From which advantage shall we cut him off. One character, in particular, Casca, is overwhelmed by what he sees. Though it do split you; for, from this day forth. Like storyboarding, writing a scene in comic form helps capture the essence of the action. Friends am I with you all and love you all, Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons. I have, when you have heard what I can say: And know it now: the senate have concluded. Brutus: Aw, crap. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans. Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; This morning are they fled away and gone; And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites. I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music. Burn! Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run, That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time. In tough detective-story style, private eye Flavius Maximus (Wayne) pursued Brutus (Shuster) for the murder of Julius Caesar. Yet, stay awhile; Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse, According to the which, thou shalt discourse. Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here; Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Cassius: YES, exactly. Where never Roman shall take note of him. Act 2, Scene 1: Rome. Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. Being cross'd in conference by some senators. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men. Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! Hark, hark! But 'tis a common proof. To see the strange impatience of the heavens: Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. Then must I think you would not have it so. will you stay awhile? The noble Brutus, Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--. 'Help, ho! Dwell I but in the suburbs. Then it would be too much like an X-Files episode. That you might see your shadow. And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds. We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house: And he shall say you are not well to-day: And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. Think of this life; but, for my single self, We both have fed as well, and we can both. Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures. MWAHAHAHA!!!!!! And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet; Struck Caesar on the neck. Of the dank morning? That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, Know you how much the people may be moved. Portia: Go! Write a Scene in Comic Form. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats. Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home? Why, then, lead on. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. Lucius: Go where, ma'am? Despite lukewarm reviews, the play was a consistent sell-out. What, Pindarus! Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. My master's man. I'll about. And make your bondmen tremble. You will compel me, then, to read the will? Which sometime hath his hour with every man. Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous, Searching the window for a flint, I found. 'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? Then none have I offended. Here comes the general. Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known when his affections sway'd. But since the affairs of men rest still incertain. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you. Comparing the authoritarian ruler's … If any, speak; for him have I offended. Let's reason with the worst that may befall. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke. The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (First Folio title: The Tragedie of Ivlivs Cæsar) is a history play and tragedy by William Shakespeare first performed in 1599. Don't be mad! For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance. While I do run upon it. Have stood against the world; now lies he there. Should me kill King Caesar? For we will shake him, or worse days endure. In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night. That every nice offence should bear his comment. What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world. hear me for my, cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me, for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that, you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and. Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, What rubbish and what offal, when it serves, Where hast thou led me? Moreover, he hath left you all his walks. I do fear, the people. Ye gods, it doth amaze me. Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me, Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see. Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Why, there was a crown offered him: and being. Thou know'st that we two went to school together: Even for that our love of old, I prithee. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you. Speak, what trade art thou? To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts. He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. Y'know, after we kill him, I think we should cut him up, and mangle him, and eat his entrails, and then maybe we should kill Anthony, and -- And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! Tear him, tear him! Had you rather Caesar were living and, die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. Cassius: Brutus, you're so wonderful! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees. I have done no more to, Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. thou naughty knave, what trade? That plays thee music? OW! 'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself. For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--. I could tell you more, news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs, off Caesar's images, are put to silence. I did not think you could have been so angry. That keeps you in the house, and not your own. Hmmm.... Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. To lock such rascal counters from his friends. Why are you breathless? Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough. Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours. Live a thousand years. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius. Leap year began in 45 B.C. The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. That hurt! Chose the Act & Scene from the list below to read Julius Caesar translated into modern English. And, since the quarrel. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. If thou beest not immortal. But in ourselves, that we are underlings. And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot; Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal. Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone; And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open, The breast of heaven, I did present myself. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? They could not find a heart within the beast. Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument, Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich. He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold. How I had moved them. why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: --Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved, Rome more. Sirrah, what news? Brutus: You should be nice to Cimber. ', Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber. Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. So, I am free; yet would not so have been. Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! I here discard my sickness! When these prodigies, 'These are their reasons; they are natural;', For, I believe, they are portentous things. Whither am I going? Which, by the right and virtue of my place. The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? And dip their napkins in his sacred blood. Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth. His time of fearing death. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not? I am not well in health, and that is all. I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. A wretched creature and must bend his body. Give me your hand. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. when it shall please my country to need my death. This hill is far enough. Act 1, Scene 1: Rome. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. Cassius: No! I charm you, by my once-commended beauty, By all your vows of love and that great vow. YAY #2! No place will please me so, no mean of death. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Brutus: Me no like kings. But men may construe things after their fashion. Lucius, I say! YAY #2! Am I a married man or a bachelor? What trade, thou knave? and will you give me leave? one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; All my engagements I will construe to thee. Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd. It is the part of men to fear and tremble, You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life, Or else you use not. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS, Sennet. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note. and did not they. Home He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour. I would not, so with love I might entreat you, I will with patience hear, and find a time. Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar: And that were much he should; for he is given. Then take we down his load, and turn him off. Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood. And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads. I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. Julius Caesar had a son with Cleopatra named Caesarion, or "little Caesar". My ancestors did from the streets of Rome. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie. It shall advantage more than do us wrong. BRUTUS goes into the pulpit, Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body, Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS, Drum. To speak and strike? Me and Jacoby had to do a skit for english to either act out the lives of ppl in Caesar's life to tell his story or to do something to summarize his life up. Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed. STOP THROWING YOUR EARS AT ME! to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Caesar at the heels. To cut the head off and then hack the limbs. Um, go see how Brutus is, yes, that sounds good. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? With untired spirits and formal constancy: Boy! It seems to me most strange that men should fear; They would not have you to stir forth to-day. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I have not from your eyes that gentleness, You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand. And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. That have but labour'd to attain this hour. Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it. As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was, valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I, slew him. Don't do that! These clever “laurel” wreaths are made from plastic spoons! You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! mend me, thou saucy fellow! To this dead man than you shall see me pay. Which we will niggard with a little rest. in the presence of thy corse? Hold, my hand: Be factious for redress of all these griefs, Now know you, Casca, I have moved already, Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans. No, not that many! Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; Let but the commons hear this testament--, Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--, And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels. and why stare you so? This shall make. What touches us ourself shall be last served. And bears with glasses, elephants with holes. Let it appear so; make your vaunting true. Anthony: Oh, um, sure! Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors; But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--, Among which number, Cassius, be you one--. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the question. Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Caesar: No. No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. There is one within. Who is here so. The choice and master spirits of this age. And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear. Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand. Casca: Maybe so, but I know something you don't know! Talk not of standing. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord. He would embrace the means to come by it. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man. Caesar must bleed for it! Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? Not that we love words better, as you do. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? A friend of Caesar. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart. Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his. Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience. by Aragorngirl: Marullus: Grr, I'm so mad at Caesar...Bad Caesar! away! I have been up this hour, awake all night. Which should perceive nothing but love from us. Come, brands ho! But for the general. Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think that or our cause or our performance, Did need an oath; when every drop of blood. Varro! [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar. The name of honour more than I fear death. Your ear is good. Julius Caesar In One Hour 20-30 characters. As that same ague which hath made you lean. A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; That mothers shall but smile when they behold. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar. They're not my friends, you are, forever and ever! With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Fare you, well. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf. The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may. Set honour in one eye and death i' the other. Portia: Why are you acting so weird? A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe. In several hands, in at his windows throw, Writings all tending to the great opinion, That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely. With the most noble blood of all this world. Antony claims allegiance to Brutus and the conspirators after Caesar’s … I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar, What is my name? And, gentle friends. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. Seek none, conspiracy; For if thou path, thy native semblance on. Lions with toils and men with flatterers; He says he does, being then most flattered. Shrunk to this little measure? Who's within? You have right well conceited. Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions. 20-30 characters. All this! Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em. [People: YAY! What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans. Where I left reading? Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth. Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke. Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; You know that you are Brutus that speak this. Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears. If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him, Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause, Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear. My credit now stands on such slippery ground. Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords. Senators who wanted a constitutional republic conspired against Caesar, […] He will be found like Brutus, like himself. You shall read us the will, Caesar's will. Musing and sighing, with your arms across. And so. Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look. they murder Caesar!' And, dying, mention it within their wills. Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us, As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem. What conquest brings he home? Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. I perhaps speak this. Cassius: Let's talk without all the soldiers listening. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar. answer me directly. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. And show the reason of our Caesar's death: Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies. Good Volumnius. He would not take the crown; Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious. Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid. Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: Most true. There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. A street. Cinna: Hi, my name is Cinna, I'm an alcoholic. Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Hie hence, and tell him so. That did the latest service to my master. O Rome, I make thee promise: If the redress will follow, thou receivest. My answer back. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines. Hmmmm.... Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others, Alarum. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but. [Within] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet. I had a bad dream. Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him. Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. Such instigations have been often dropp'd. We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar; And in the spirit of men there is no blood: O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit. [Above] Titinius is enclosed round about. Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel. Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls, That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear, Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain. [People: YAY! This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you. Cassius: So, um, you don't want Caesar to be king, hm? That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? He sees the soothsayer and reminds the man that "The ides of March are come." For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! ... Julius caesar skit script Ramki M. Julius Caesar - PPT Abhishek Dev. 'Tis good. Brutus: No, you no like me! To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? Some two months hence up higher toward the north, He first presents his fire; and the high east, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,--. The end of this day's business ere it come! Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? Hark thee, Clitus. I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, I will not do them wrong; I rather choose. Portia: I can't remember, I'm too ditzy! Cassius: Good. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements. To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? WAH! THAT WAS A DIFFERENT CINNA! For so much trash as may be grasped thus? good morrow, worthy Caesar: And tell them that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day. Give so much light that I may read by them. That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? Your bad dream probably meant I'm stronger and braver then you and I should go to the Senate today. As, by our hands and this our present act. The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words. Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest. So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers. Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. No, not for all the world. Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet. The sketch recasts the Shakespearean historical tragedy as a detective story with gangster overtones. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war. To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: That Tiber trembled underneath her banks. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. How covert matters may be best disclosed. When went there by an age, since the great flood. loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. Hence! thou art fled to brutish beasts. Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, Bid our commanders lead their charges off, Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man. bent against Caesar. I shall recount hereafter; for this present. And all the rest look like a chidden train: Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes. neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork. That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? home, you idle creatures get you home: Of your profession? At your best leisure, this his humble suit. I pause for a reply. You shall digest the venom of your spleen. Brutus: Hm. As it hath much prevail'd on your condition. Brutus: Get ready to go to battle. Why birds and beasts from quality and kind, Why all these things change from their ordinance, To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find. Brave son, derived from honourable loins! these things are beyond all use. That of yourself which you yet know not of. Look; When think you that the sword goes up again? And bring me word what he doth say to thee. This is Julius Caesar, one of the world s greatest leaders and ruler of the Roman Empire. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! What meanest thou by that? I am glad on 't. Be gone! Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! And then he offered it the third, time; he put it the third time by: and still as he, refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their, chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because, Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked, Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and, for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of. Come to our tent till we have done our conference. Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars. Brutus: Dangit. And when I ask'd you what the matter was. Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. Never come such division 'tween our souls! Make forth; the generals would have some words. Julius Caesar was a famous and important leader in ancient Rome during the Roman Republic, shortly before Roman government was taken over by Roman emperors. Lucius! 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night. Why should that name be sounded more than yours? 'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not, Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus. house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go! That heaven hath infused them with these spirits, To make them instruments of fear and warning, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars. Who will go with me? When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence! Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone: I would have had thee there, and here again. Low alarums. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools? I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face. Caesar: Why? How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so? Cassius: Ummmm...If you keep talking like that I'll kill myself! New version of script for enacting Julius Caesar Play by William Shakespeare. Lucius: You've Got Visitors! under Julius Caesar. read the will. If any, speak; for him have I offended. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of, Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar, was no less than his. Servant: Can Anthony come in or will you kill him, too? You didn't give me any money from the bribes you took. He loves me well, and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. Either there is a civil strife in heaven. Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius. The will, the will! Antony: He was nice, even if he did kill Caesar. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's. Yet now they fright me. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat. O, that a man might know. opening my lips and receiving the bad air. his eyes are red as fire with weeping. Much Ado About Nothing In One Hour 19 characters. Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops. Brutus' Army: Fight fight fight, kill kill kill, la la la.... awake, I say! Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers. And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty! Three, or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good, soul!' I think he will stand very strong with us. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel: And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him. So says my master Antony. And men have lost their reason. I will come home to you; or, if you will. Anthony: Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears! Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato. And let our hearts, as subtle masters do. As well as I do know your outward favour. He greets me well. what, Lucius! First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears. And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass. An I had been a man of any. Anthony's Army: Fight fight fight, kill kill kill, la la la.... Messala: I think you should know, they're winning. Give me a bowl of wine. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Julius Caesar had been preparing to invade Parthia, the Caucasus, and Scythia, and then march back to Germania through Eastern Europe. The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. So call the field to rest; and let's away. For shame, you generals! Denzel Washington in 'Julius Caesar' In 2005, Denzel Washington whipped up applause on Broadway as Marcus Brutus in 'Julius Caesar.' Who's that? They that have done this deed are honourable: What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. You're gonna die! 'Shall Rome, & c.' Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? Why, farewell, Portia. Know I these men that come along with you? The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees. Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues. Brutus: Hmm...people come who want Brutus to kill King Caesar...hmmm.... Cassius: Are you going to help us kill Caesar? What bastard doth not? And so it is. And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this. Look you here. That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. Read the NoSweatShakespeare Modern Julius Caesar ebook for free! The games are done and Caesar is returning. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will. In ranks and squadrons and right form of war. Cassius: You don't like me anymore! Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health. I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. when comes such another? He murdered Caesar! Most noble Antony! good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself. Caesar: No, I better go. But speak all good you can devise of Caesar. The cause is in my will: I will not come; Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans. And, this last night, here in Philippi fields: Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Than tarry till they push us. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. What’s so special about NoSweatShakespeare’s modern English translation of Julius Caesar? Such as he is, full of regard and honour. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. Contact the author. Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the, face again: but those that understood him smiled at, one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own, part, it was Greek to me. he fell. ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are. As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night. But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; By your leave, gods:--this is a Roman's part. O error, soon conceived. Julius Caesar is a 1953 epic Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer film adaptation of the play by Shakespeare, directed by Joseph L. Mankiewicz, who also wrote the uncredited screenplay, and produced by John Houseman.The original music score is by Miklós Rózsa.The film stars Marlon Brando as Mark Antony, James Mason as Brutus, John Gielgud as Cassius, Louis Calhern as Julius Caesar, Edmond O'Brien … And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. Stir up their servants to an act of rage, And after seem to chide 'em. awake your senses, that you may the better judge. Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round. who comes here? Peace, ho! Now they are almost on him. More than his reason. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour. Till each man drop by lottery. Act 1, Scene 2: A public place. And drive away the vulgar from the streets: So do you too, where you perceive them thick. our fathers' minds are dead. I found Mustang News “Rinse the Blood off my Toga,” a skit about Julius Caesar but set to a gangster murder mystery theme and dialogue. O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. With all true faith. Ghost of Caesar: You're gonna die! Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor. When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd. Your master, Pindarus. Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause. Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? But that he sees the Romans are but sheep: Those that with haste will make a mighty fire. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. who comes here? And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Brutus: Ha! O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit. Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice. Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,', As a sick girl. And tell me what thou notest about the field. Cassius: Brutus, you're so wonderful! Cinna: Y'know, if we could get Brutus to help, we could kill -- That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Let us go. Would run to these and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg. But there's but one in all doth hold his place: So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men. Do you confess so much? Ow! If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! we will hear Caesar's will. Me wuv you, Cassius, even though you killed my best friend! What, urge you your petitions in the street? To our attempts. Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. wrong I mine enemies? ', If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS, Alarum. And I will strive with things impossible; Yea, get the better of them. And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony, Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death. Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet in all my life, So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? But this same day. That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar. There is tears for his love; joy for his, fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his, ambition. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur. (3 credits.) thus; and then the people fell a-shouting. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? And then I swore thee, saving of thy life. And although they scored a … Let's stay and hear the will. Cassius: Architect of the conspiracy to kill Caesar, and the man who convinces Brutus to join the conspiracy, and then leads them in ruling Rome. Must I budge? To be exalted with the threatening clouds: Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. And drawing days out, that men stand upon. One of the most detailed examples of superstition in Julius Caesar is the storm in Act 1 scene 3. Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! I saw Mark, Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown, neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told, you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my, thinking, he would fain have had it. Artemidorus: Read my letter, Caesar, read my letter! The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now. Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better. Artemidorus calls to Caesar, urging him to read the paper containing his warning, but Caesar refuses to read it. I'll tell the news. Give him these letters. They are all fire and every one doth shine. If he should stay at home to-day for fear. You have some sick offence within your mind. What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. Of late with passions of some difference. Must end that work the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again I know not. Goodbye, cruel world! If this were true, then should I know this secret. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet. Senators who wanted a constitutional republic conspired against Caesar, cultminating in his brutal stabbing on March 15, 44 BC at a Senate session. Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still. Must I observe you? BRUTUS Are yet two Romans living such as these? I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. Brutus: Grr. Nor for yours neither. And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins. You've ungently, Brutus. If then that friend demand. What's to do? Brutus: Grr. ___ ___ Five-Minute Julius Caesar. "Rinse the Blood Off My Toga" is a comedy sketch by the Canadian comedy duo Wayne and Shuster. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar. Those that have known the earth so full of faults. A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius. They were concerned that Julius Caesar ign… Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. Caesar should be a beast without a heart. Brutus: Nooooooooooooo! Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, These couchings and these lowly courtesies, To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality. Brutus: Me kill King Caesar because me think kings bad. A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so far. Are to the world in general as to Caesar. Often there was a comedy skit performed by the act that appeared more often on the show than any other, the duo of Toronto natives Johnny Wayne and Frank Shuster, who were on the show an incredible 67 times. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. Cry 'Caesar!' Brutus: Me think us should attack. Metellus Cimber? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils. Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. Set in the Roman … His private arbours and new-planted orchards. It must be by his death: and for my part. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky. Tell him, so please him come unto this place. vile that will not love his country? But it was famed with more than with one man? Where do I, dwell? Most noble! Portia is dead. Far from this country Pindarus shall run. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced: Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome. Besides, it were a mock, When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams. CATO Brave Titinius! How ill this taper burns! Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile. And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands; Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear. ___ Five-Minute Shakespeare That fret the clouds are messengers of day. He is address'd: press near and second him. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral. And I must pause till it come back to me. I thank thee, Brutus. Fulfil your pleasure. Upon the word. Antony. Here was a Caesar! Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood. I will this night. Lucius: You've Got Mail! Now, Titinius! Most noble Caesar! We shouldn't! To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar. He should not humour me. Outside the Capitol, Caesar appears with Antony, Lepidus, and all of the conspirators. Me kill King Caesar. There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart. And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. For my part, I have walk'd about the streets. Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat. Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe: Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; And we must take the current when it serves. Well, I will hie. What, I, my lord? Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises. Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself. What say'st thou to me now? Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: And since you know you cannot see yourself. Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous; Would he were fatter! How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, So well as Brutus living; but will follow, Thorough the hazards of this untrod state. What watchful cares do interpose themselves. He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain. Hear Antony. Who is here so base that would be a. bondman? Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged. Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage. They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades. That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true: Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death. Brutus: Hmm, it says Brutus should kill King Caesar. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; This is a sleepy tune. And then the end is known. Act 1, Scene 3: The same. No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well. Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper. Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? He wrote new laws and changed and improved how to rule provinces of the empire. The soothsayer answers, "Aye, Caesar, but not gone." Bid him set on his powers betimes before. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. They were villains, murderers: the will! We must die, Messala: Even so great men great losses should endure. Didst thou not hear their shouts?