O masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong— Who, you all know, are honorable men. Seek! As he was valiant, I honor him. When the poor cried, Caesar cried. Julius Caesar (Act 3, scene 2) Act III, scenes ii He was my friend, faithful and just to me. Plebeians 1 We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. He comes just when I hoped he would. I think that a lot of what he's saying makes sense. Let’s stay and hear the will. You all did love him once, not without cause: Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms, But if I were Brutus—and Brutus were me—then that would be an Antony who would fill your spirits with rage, and put in each of Caesar’s wounds a voice that would inspire even the stones in Rome to rise up and rebel. Act 2, Scene 3: A street near the Capitol. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his bravery, and death for his ambition. He was loyal and fair to me. So let it be with Caesar. He was my friend, faithful and just to me. Slay!Let not a traitor live! Detailed quotes explanations with page numbers for every important quote on the site. Fire! I remember the first time Caesar ever put it on. And with his face covered by his cloak—which was dripping with blood—great Caesar fell at the base of Pompey’s statue. Alas, you don’t know. Shall be crown’d in Brutus. We’ll die with him. Then his mighty heart burst. Teachers and parents! Let him go up into the public chair; Now he lies there dead, and no one is so humble as to show him respect. we will hear Caesar’s will. And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, When the poor cried, Caesar cried. Take up the body. Now, with the permission of Brutus and the others—because Brutus is an honorable man, as all the others are honorable men—I have come to speak at Caesar’s funeral. For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him. Revenge! Belike they had some notice of the people. Look you here. These tears are honorable. Antony’s eyes are fiery red from weeping. In the note, he lists all the conspirators that Caesar should stay away from and warns of their plot. Read our modern English translation of this scene. Did you listen to Antony's words? Who standing here is so wretched that he wants to be a slave? Brutus tells the masses that he loved Caesar more than any of them, but that he killed Caesar because he loved Rome more. You will compel me, then, to read the will? We’ll listen to him. Than I will wrong such honourable men. Hear Antony. Bring me to Octavius. But Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honorable man. the benefit of his dying, a place in the —Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here. But, as he was ambitious, I slew him. Find related themes, quotes, symbols, characters, and more. I really fear it. Those that will hear me speak, let ’em stay here; And which of you won't benefit from that? Because, if you did know—oh, what would happen! The good is oft interred with their bones; I will wait for a reply. With this I depart: that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the samedagger for myself when it shall please my country to need my death. And, dying, mention it within their wills, This page contains the original text of Act 3, Scene 2 of Julius Caesar. Now he lies there dead, and no one is so humble as to show him respect. Summary and Analysis Act II: Scene 3 Summary Artemidorus enters a street near the Capitol reading from a paper that warns Caesar of danger and that names each of the conspirators. Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, Seek! Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! Would you prefer that Caesar were living, and we would all one day die as slaves? And when Brutus yanked out his cursed dagger, see how Caesar’s blood followed after it—as if rushing out a door to see for sure if it was Brutus knocking so rudely. The reasons for his death are on record in the Capitol. If there’s anyone in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar’s, I say to him that my love for Caesar was no less than his. Then follow me and listen to what I say, friends. I do not say this to disprove what Brutus has said, but to speak about what I know. Look right here, here is the man himself, battered by traitors, as you can see. You all loved Caesar once, and not without reason. You have forgot the will I told you of. Let’s go, then! Bring him with triumph home unto his house! For I have neither wit nor words nor worth, Action nor utterance nor the power of speech, To stir men’s blood. Thou art fled to brutish beasts. And men have lost their reason. Julius Caesar Act 3, scene 2. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Let’s stay and hear the will. Instant downloads of all 1379 LitChart PDFs. Who here is so uncivilized that he does not want to be a Roman? Scene 3. Look, in this place ran Cassius’ dagger through: Quiet! For, if you should—Oh, what would come of it! Listen to Antony. He challenges the crowd, saying that anyone who loves his freedom must stand with Brutus. And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, I will wait for a reply. Those who want to hear from Cassius, go with him. He hath brought many captives home to Rome Show you sweet Caesar’s wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue, In every wound of Caesar that should move. Have patience, gentle friends. We’ll revenge his death. The reasons for his death are on record in the Capitol. Artemidorushas written Caesar a letter in which he names all of the conspirators against Caesar. If any, speak—for him have I offended. Let those who want to hear me speak stay here. If, then, that friend demands to know why I rose up against Caesar, this is my answer: it’s not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and Noble Brutus has walked up to the platform. The will! I tell you what you already know. When the noble Caesar saw him stab, it was Brutus' ingratitude more than the traitors' weapons that overwhelmed him. Therefore it’s certain that he wasn’t ambitious. For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you. Oh, now you weep, and I see you feel the pain of pity. Show you sweet Caesar’s wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, You will compel me, then, to read the will? And, sure, he is an honourable man. Look, this is the place where Cassius’s dagger cut through it. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men. There is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for his ambition. Will you stay awhile? These are gracious drops. And will you give me leave? b) Cassius.
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