No Fear Shakespeare
Julius Caesar
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Act 3, Scene 1, Page 13
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Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy.
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds,
And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
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Fierce civil war will paralyze all of Italy. Blood and destruction
will be so common and familiar that mothers will merely smile when
their infants are cut to pieces by the hands of war.
People’s capacity for sympathy will grow tired and weak
from the sheer quantity of cruel deeds. And Caesar’s ghost,
searching for revenge with the goddess Ate by his side, just up from
Hell, will cry in the voice of a king,
“Havoc!” and unleash the dogs of war. This
foul deed will stink up to the sky with men’s corpses,
which will beg to be buried.
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Enter OCTAVIUS' SERVANT
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OCTAVIUS'S SERVANT
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You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
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You serve Octavius Caesar, right?
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OCTAVIUS' SERVANT
I do, Mark Antony.
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OCTAVIUS'S SERVANT
I do, Mark Antony.
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ANTONY
Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
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ANTONY
Caesar wrote for him to come to Rome.
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OCTAVIUS' SERVANT
He did receive his letters and is coming.
And bid me say to you by word of mouth—
(sees
CAESAR’s body) O
Caesar!—
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OCTAVIUS'S SERVANT
He received Caesar’s letters, and he is coming. He told
me to say to you—(seeing CAESAR's
body) Oh, Caesar!—
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ANTONY
Thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.
Passion, I see, is catching, for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy master coming?
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ANTONY
Your heart is big; go ahead and weep. Grief seems to be
contagious, for my eyes, seeing the tears in yours, began to fill.
Is your master coming?
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OCTAVIUS' SERVANT
He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.
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OCTAVIUS'S SERVANT
He rests tonight within twenty-one miles of Rome.
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