William Shakespeare

The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

Warsaw 2019

Contents

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

ACT I

SCENE I. Rome. A street.

SCENE II. The same. A public place.

SCENE III. The same. A street.

ACT II

SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS'S orchard.

SCENE II. A room in Caesar's palace.

SCENE III. A street near the Capitol.

SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of Brutus.

ACT III

SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting.

SCENE II. The same. The Forum.

SCENE III. The same. A street.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Rome. A room in Antony's house.

SCENE II. Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.

SCENE III. within the tent of Brutus.

ACT V

SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.

SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

JULIUS CAESAR

OCTAVIUS CAESAR, Triumvir after his death.

MARCUS ANTONIUS, Triumvir after his death.

M. AEMIL. LEPIDUS Triumvir after his death.

CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA, Senators.

MARCUS BRUTUS, Conspirator against Caesar.

CASSIUS, Conspirator against Caesar.

CASCA, Conspirator against Caesar.

TREBONIUS, Conspirator against Caesar.

LIGARIUS, Conspirator against Caesar.

DECIUS BRUTUS, Conspirator against Caesar.

METELLUS CIMBER, Conspirator against Caesar.

CINNA, Conspirator against Caesar.

FLAVIUS, tribune

MARULLUS, tribune

ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.

A Soothsayer

CINNA, a poet. Another Poet.

LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, young CATO, and VOLUMNIUS, Friends to Brutus and Cassius.

VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, LUCIUS, DARDANIUS, Servants to

Brutus

PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius

The Ghost of Caesar

Senators, Citizens, Soldiers, Commoners, Messengers, and Servants

CALPURNIA, wife to Caesar

PORTIA, wife to Brutus

SCENE: Rome, the conspirators’ camp near Sardis, and the plains of Philippi.

ACT I

SCENE I. Rome. A street

[Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a Throng of Citizens.]

FLAVIUS.

Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home!

Is this a holiday? What! know you not,

Being mechanical, you ought not walk

Upon a laboring day without the sign

Of your profession?–Speak, what trade art thou?

FIRST CITIZEN.

Why, sir, a carpenter.

MARULLUS.

Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?

What dost thou with thy best apparel on?–

You, sir; what trade are you?

SECOND CITIZEN.

Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you

would say, a cobbler.

MARULLUS.

But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.

SECOND CITIZEN.

A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe

conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.

MARULLUS.

What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what trade?

SECOND CITIZEN.

Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me; yet,

if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

MARULLUS.

What mean’st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow!

SECOND CITIZEN.

Why, sir, cobble you.

FLAVIUS.

Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

SECOND CITIZEN.

Truly, Sir, all that I live by is with the awl; I meddle with

no tradesman’s matters, nor women’s matters, but with awl.

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in

great danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon

neat’s-leather have gone upon my handiwork.

FLAVIUS.

But wherefore art not in thy shop today?

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

SECOND CITIZEN.

Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes to get myself into more

work. But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and to

rejoice in his triumph.

MARULLUS.

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?

What tributaries follow him to Rome,

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,

Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft

Have you climb’d up to walls and battlements,

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,

Your infants in your arms, and there have sat

The livelong day with patient expectation

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.

And when you saw his chariot but appear,

Have you not made an universal shout

That Tiber trembled underneath her banks

To hear the replication of your sounds

Made in her concave shores?

And do you now put on your best attire?

And do you now cull out a holiday?

And do you now strew flowers in his way

That comes in triumph over Pompey’s blood?

Be gone!

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,

Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

That needs must light on this ingratitude.

FLAVIUS.

Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,

Assemble all the poor men of your sort,

Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears

Into the channel, till the lowest stream

Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

[Exeunt CITIZENS.]

See whether their basest metal be not moved;

They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.

Go you down that way towards the Capitol;

This way will I. Disrobe the images,

If you do find them deck’d with ceremonies.

MARULLUS.

May we do so?

You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

FLAVIUS.

It is no matter; let no images

Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about

And drive away the vulgar from the streets;

So do you too, where you perceive them thick.

These growing feathers pluck’d from Caesar’s wing

Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,

Who else would soar above the view of men,

And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

[Exeunt.]

SCENE II. The same. A public place

[Enter, in procession, with music, Caesar; Antony, for the course; Calpurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.]

CAESAR.

Calpurnia,–

CASCA.

Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

[Music ceases.]

CAESAR.

Calpurnia,–

CALPURNIA.

Here, my lord.

CAESAR.

Stand you directly in Antonius’ way,

When he doth run his course.–Antonius,–

ANTONY.

Caesar, my lord?

CAESAR.

Forget not in your speed, Antonius,

To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,

The barren, touched in this holy chase,

Shake off their sterile curse.

ANTONY.

I shall remember.

When Caesar says “Do this,” it is perform’d.

CAESAR.

Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

[Music.]

SOOTHSAYER.

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