No Fear Shakespeare
Julius Caesar
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Act 3, Scene 1, Page 8
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If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him and be resolved
How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
So well as Brutus living, but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
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If Brutus will swear that Antony may come to him safely and be
convinced that Caesar deserved to be killed, Mark Antony will love
dead Caesar not nearly as much as living Brutus, and with true faith
he’ll follow the destiny and affairs of noble Brutus
through the difficulties of this unprecedented state of
affairs.” That’s what my master, Antony,
says.
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BRUTUS
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman.
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied and, by my honor,
Depart untouched.
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BRUTUS
Your master is a wise and honorable Roman. I never thought any
less of him. Tell him, if he comes here, I’ll explain
everything to him and, on my word, he’ll leave
unharmed.
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ANTONY'S SERVANT
(rising) I’ll
fetch him presently.
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ANTONY'S SERVANT
(getting up) I’ll get him
now.
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Exit ANTONY'S SERVANT
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ANTONY'S SERVANT
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BRUTUS
I know that we shall have him well to friend.
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BRUTUS
I know that he’ll be on our side.
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CASSIUS
I wish we may. But yet have I a mind
That fears him much, and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
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CASSIUS
I hope we can count on him, but I still fear him, and my hunches
are usually accurate.
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Enter ANTONY
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ANTONY enters. |
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BRUTUS
But here comes Antony.—Welcome, Mark Antony.
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BRUTUS
But here comes Antony.—Welcome, Mark Antony.
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ANTONY
O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
—I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank.
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ANTONY
Oh, mighty Caesar! Do you lie so low? Have all your conquests,
glories, triumphs, achievements, come to so little? Farewell.
Gentlemen, I don’t know what you intend to do, who else you
intend to kill, who else you consider corrupt.
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