Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
Brutus
Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?Hyperbaton & Quaesitio
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
Brutus
Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?Hyperbaton & Quaesitio
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
Cassius
Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods today stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace,
The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted,
O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lambMetaphor
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
Cassius
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities;
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Cassius
Do not presume too much upon my love,
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Marcus Brutus
Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Marcus Brutus
A word, Lucilius,
How he receiv’d you; let me be resolv’d.
Lucilius
With courtesy and with respect enough,
Marcus Brutus
Romans, countrymen, and lovers,Exordium hear me for my cause,
Fates, we will know your pleasures.Personification
That we shall die, we know, ’tis but the time,
Brutus
Kneel not, gentle Portia.
Portia
I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter,
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.Alliteration & Metaphor
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Cassius
But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?
I think he will stand very strong with us.
Cassius
And let us swear our resolution.
Marcus Brutus
No, not an oath!
They are the faction. O Conspiracy,
Sham’st thou to show thy dang’rous brow by night,
When evils are most free?
Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion,
It must be by his death; and for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
Brutus
That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
What you would work me to,
Cassius
Brutus, I do observe you now of late;
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,