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Julius Caesar
- logos
- 'Tis just. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden
worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow. I have heard Where many of the best respect in
Rome, Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this age’s yoke, Have
wished that noble Brutus had his eyes. (Shakespeare I.ii.56-64)
- Would he were fatter! But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should
avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much. He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the
deeds of men. He loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony. He hears no music. Seldom he smiles, and smiles
in such a sort As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. Such
men as he be never at heart’s ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they
very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be feared Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar. Come on my
right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou think’st of him (Shakespeare I.ii.198-215)
- Well, Brutus, thou art noble. Yet I see Thy honorable mettle may be wrought From that it is disposed. Therefore it
is meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes, For who so firm that cannot be seduced? Caesar doth bear me
hard, but he loves Brutus. If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, He should not humor me. I will this night, In
several hands, in at his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens, Writings all tending to the great
opinion That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely Caesar’s ambition shall be glancèd at. And ater this let
Caesar seat him sure, For we will shake him, or worse days endure. (Shakespeare I.ii.304-318)
- 'Tis just. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden
worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow. I have heard Where many of the best respect in
Rome, Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this age’s yoke, Have
wished that noble Brutus had his eyes. (Shakespeare I.ii.56-64)
- ethos
- Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear. And since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by
reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not
jealous on me, gentle Brutus. Were I a common laugher, or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every
new protester, if you know That I do fawn on men and hug them hard And, after, scandal them, or if you know That
I profess myself in banqueting To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. I.ii.68
- But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the
purpose of the things themselves (Shakespeare l.iii. 34-35)
- The fault, dear
Brutus, is not in our
stars, But in
ourselves, that we are
underlings" l.ii.141-142
- Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear. And since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by
reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not
jealous on me, gentle Brutus. Were I a common laugher, or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every
new protester, if you know That I do fawn on men and hug them hard And, after, scandal them, or if you know That
I profess myself in banqueting To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. I.ii.68
- pathos
- Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs
and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The
fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar—what
should be in that “Caesar”? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours
is as fair a name. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well. Weigh them, it is as heavy. I.ii.136
- I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favor. Well, honor is the subject of my story. I
cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such
a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar. So were you. We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the
winter’s cold as well as he. For once upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said
to me, “Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood And swim to yonder point?” Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plungèd in And bade him follow. So indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty
sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar
cried, “Help me, Cassius, or I sink!” I.ii.92
- Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yond
Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too
much. Such men are dangerous. l.ii.92-96
- Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs
and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The
fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar—what
should be in that “Caesar”? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours
is as fair a name. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well. Weigh them, it is as heavy. I.ii.136
- Maddie Sullivan Mallory Gardner Josie Molasky
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