How now? Is he dead?
His death’s upon him, but not dead.
Unarm, Eros. The long day’s task is done,
And we must sleep.—That thou depart’st hence safe
Does pay thy labor richly.
Eros, thou yet behold’st me?
Ay, noble lord.
Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish,
Good morrow to thee. Welcome.
Thou look’st like him that knows a warlike charge.
To business that we love we rise betime
And go to ’t with delight.
Alack, our terrene moon is now eclipsed,
And it portends alone the fall of Antony.
Antony, to Ambassador
To him again. Tell him he wears the rose
Of youth upon him,
O, my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
You would have followed.
Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that—
That were excusable, that and thousands more
Of semblable import—but he hath waged
New wars ’gainst Pompey;
Enobarbus, to Antony
Ha, my brave emperor,
Shall we dance now the Egyptian bacchanals
And celebrate our drink?
The world and my great office will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.
All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.
Give me leave, Caesar.
Thou hast a sister by the mother’s side,
You have broken
The article of your oath, which you shall never
Have tongue to charge me with.
Lepidus, to Caesar and Antony
That which combined us was most great,
Hear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services awhile, but my full heart
Remains in use with you.
Now, my dearest queen—
Pray you stand farther from me.
What’s the matter?
Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice.
When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a
man from him,
What’s your pleasure, sir?
I must with haste from hence.
Why then we kill all our women.
Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Where died she?
Well, what worst?
The nature of bad news infects the teller.
Let Rome in Tiber melt and the wide arch
Of the ranged empire fall. Here is my space.
Come, let’s all take hands
Till that the conquering wine hath steeped our sense
In soft and delicate Lethe.
This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errandsAlliteration;
Friends, Romans, countrymenExordium, lend me your ears!Synecdoche
I come to bury Caesar,
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
I doubt not of your wisdom.
Let each man render me his bloody hand.
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.