Did your letters pierce the Queen to any demonstration
These late eclipses in the sun and moon
portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of
nature can reason it thus and thus,
When beggars die there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman you do want,
Or else you use not.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a ColossusSimile, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs,
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudgeParenthesis break to new mutiny,
Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
Little Helen, farewell. If I can remember
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danc’d, and under that was I born.