Act 3, Scene 1 of Julius Caesar :: essays research papers

Act 3, Scene 1Rome. Before the Capitol the Senate sitting above. previous scene home page abutting scene A crowd of people among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and othersCAESAR To the Soothsayer The ides of March are come.Soothsayer Ay, Caesar but not gone.ARTEMIDORUS Hail, Caesar read this schedule.DECIUS BRUTUS Trebonius doth desire you to oerread,At your best leisure, this his small suit.ARTEMIDORUS O Caesar, read mine first for mines a suitThat touches Caesar nearer read it, great Caesar.CAESAR What touches us ourself shall be last served.ARTEMIDORUS Delay not, Caesar read it instantly.CAESAR What, is the fellow traveller mad?PUBLIUS Sirrah, give place.CASSIUS What, urge you your petitions in the street?Come to the Capitol.CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest followingPOPILIUS I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.CASSIUS Wha t enterprise, Popilius?POPILIUS Fare you well.Advances to CAESARBRUTUS What say Popilius Lena?CASSIUS He wishd to-day our enterprise might thrive.I fear our purpose is discovered.BRUTUS Look, how he makes to Caesar mark him.CASSIUS Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,Cassius or Caesar neer shall turn back,For I will slay myself.BRUTUS Cassius, be constantPopilius Lena speaks not of our purposesFor, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.CASSIUS Trebonius knows his time for, look you, Brutus.He draws Mark Antony out of the way.Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUSDECIUS BRUTUS Where is Metellus Cimber? allow him go,And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.BRUTUS He is addressd press near and second him.CINNA Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.CAESAR Are we all ready? What is now amissThat Caesar and his senate moldiness redress?METELLUS CIMBER Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,Metellus Cimber throws before thy s eatAn humble heart,--KneelingCAESAR I must prevent thee, Cimber.These couchings and these lowly courtesiesMight squeeze out the blood of ordinary men,And turn pre-ordinance and first decreeInto the law of children. Be not fond,To think that Caesar bears such rebel bloodThat will be thawd from the sure qualityWith that which melteth fools I mean, sweet words,Low-crooked courtsies and base spaniel-fawning.Thy brother by decree is banishedIf thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without causeWill he be satisfied.METELLUS CIMBER Is there no voice much worthy than my ownTo sound more sweetly in great Caesars ear