Act 2 scene 1
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- Give me your hands, all of you, one by one.
- It’s Caius Ligarius, whom Metellus spoke of. Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! How are you?
- And let us swear to our resolution.
- WAKE UP!!!!Lucius!
- Lucius are you there? I cannot tell what time it is. Where are you?
- You’re both wrong. Here, where I point my sword, the sun rises. It’s quite near the south, since it’s still winter. About two months from now, the dawn will break further toward the north, and due east is where the Capitol stands, here.
- Light a candle and put it in my study.
- Did you call for me my lord?
- I will my lord.
- The only way is to kill Caesar. I have no personal reason to strike at him only the best interest of Rome. If we crown him, he might abuse his power, but everyone knows that an ambitious young man uses humility to advance himself, but when he reaches the top, he turns his back on his supporters and reaches for the skies while scorning those who helped him get where he is. So, we should treat him like a serpent’s egg and like a serpent’s egg we should kill him before he grows powerful.
- I'm sure that it wasn't there before I went to bed.
- The candle is burning in your study, and I found a paper on the window.
- BRUTUS enters in his orchard
- Check the calendar and come tell me.
- Go back to bed. It isn’t daybreak yet. Is tomorrow the 15th of March, boy?
- I don’t know, sir.
- The meteors whizzing in the sky are so bright that I can read by them.
- LUCIUS enters
- ” Is this asking me to speak and strike? Oh, Rome, I promise you, if you’re meant to receive justice, you’ll receive it by my hand!
- “Brutus, you’re sleeping. Wake up and look at yourself. Is Rome going to … etc. Speak, strike, fix the wrongs!” Brutus, you’re sleeping. Wake up.” I’ve noticed many such calls to action left where I would find them. “Is Rome going to … etc.” What does this mean? Will Rome submit to one man’s power? My ancestors drove Tarquin from the streets of Rome when he was pronounced a king. “Speak, strike, fix it!”
- LUCIUS exits
- Good. Go to the gate. Somebody’s knocking
- Sir, fifteen days of March have gone by
- LUCIUS enters
- I haven’t slept since Cassius first began to turn me against Caesar.From the time when you decide to do something terrible to the moment you do it, everything feels unreal, like a horrible dream. The unconscious and the body work together and rebel against the conscious mind.
- Lucius handed Brutus the letter.
- Sir, it’s your brother-in-law Cassius at the door. He wants to see you.
- I will my lord.
- LUCIUS exits.
- It’s the faction that wants to kill Caesar. Oh, conspiracy, are you ashamed to show your face even at night, when evil things are most free? If so, when it’s day, where are you going to find a cave dark enough to hide your monstrous face? No, don’t bother to find a cave, conspiracy. Instead, hide your true face behind smiles and friendliness If you went ahead and exposed your true face, Hell itself wouldn’t be dark enough to keep you from being found and stopped.
- LUCIUS enters and the sound of a knocking then Lucius exits to answer the door.
- I’m afraid we’re intruding too boldly on your sleep time. Good morning, Brutus. Are we bothering you?
- LUCIUS enters
- This is Trebonius
- LUCIUS enters
- Is he alone?
- Do you know them?
- let them in.
- No, sir, their hats are pulled down over their ears and their faces are half buried under their cloaks, so there’s no way to tell who they are.
- No, sir. There are others with him
- LUCIUS exits.
- The conspirators Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius all enter.
- I was awake. I’ve been up all night. Do I know these men who are with you?
- Yes, every one of them. There isn’t one of them who doesn’t admire you, and each one of them wishes you had as high an opinion of yourself as every noble Roman has of you.
- BRUTUS and CASSIUS withdraw and whisper together.
- He's welcome too.
- He's welcome.
- EVERYONE IS WELCOME!
- Can I have a word with you?
- This is Casca. This is Cinna. And this is Metellus Cimber
- This is Decius
- Here’s the east. Won’t the dawn come from here? asked Decius. No said Casca. Excuse me, sir, it will. These gray lines that lace the clouds are the beginnings of the dawn said Cinna.
- No, let’s not swear an oath. If the sad faces of our fellow men, the suffering of our own souls, and the corruption of the present time aren’t enough to motivate us. What oath do we need other than that we honest men have told each other that this will happen, or we will die trying? Swearing is for priests, cowards, overly cautious men, feeble old people, and those long-suffering weaklings who welcome abuse. Only men whom you wouldn’t trust anyway would swear oaths, and for the worst reasons. Don’t spoil the justness and virtue of our endeavor nor weaken our own irrepressible spirits by thinking that we need a binding oath,
- But what about Cicero? Should we see what he thinks? I think he will stand strong with us.
- Let’s not leave him out.
- No, by no means.
- Brutus comes forward with Cassius.
- Yes, we should get his support, for his mature presence will make others think well of us and speak out in support of our actions. His dignified maturity will distract attention from our youth and wildness.
- Then leave him out.
- No, don’t even mention him. We shouldn’t tell him about our plans. He’ll never follow anything that other men have started
- Indeed, he’s not right for this.
- Brutus shakes Cassius hand and everyone's hands later too.
- Good point, Decius. I don’t think it would be wise to let Mark Antony, whom Caesar is so fond of, outlive Caesar. We’d find that he was a dangerous plotter. And as you know, his connections, if he put them to good use, might be enough to hurt us all. To prevent this, Mark Antony should die along with Caesar.
- But should we only go after Caesar? No one else?
- Everyone gathers around.
- Our action will seem too bloody if we cut off Caesar’s head and then hack at his arms and legs too, Caius Cassius—because Mark Antony is merely one of Caesar’s arms. It’ll look like we killed Caesar out of anger and Mark Antony out of envy Caius, let's be sacrificers, not butchers. There is no blood involved in the fact that we are all opposed to what Caesar represents. Oh how I wish we could fight against Caesar's spirit—his excessive ambition—instead of hacking up Caesar himself! However, Caesar must regrettably bleed for us to stop him. Let's murder him bravely, but without enmity, my noble friends. Instead of dismembering him like a dog carcass, let's serve him up like a dish fit for the gods. As for Mark Antony—forget him. He’ll be as useless as Caesar’s arm after Caesar’s head is cut off
- But I’m still afraid of him, because the deep rooted love he has for Caesar.
- Unfortunately, good Cassius, don't consider him. He can only damage himself by grieving and dying for Caesar if he truly loves him. And he prefers sports, fun, and friends, so I'd be astonished if he even did it.
- There’s nothing to fear in him. Let’s not kill him. He’ll live and laugh at this afterward.
- Quiet! Count how many times the clock chimes.
- But we still don’t know whether Caesar will go out in public today or not, because he’s become superstitious lately. It might keep him away from the Capitol today
- Don’t worry about that. If he’s reluctant, I can convince him. Let me work on him. I can put him in the right mood, and I’ll bring him to the Capitol.
- By eight o'clock. Is that the latest we can do it?
- Let’s make that the latest, but be sure to get there before then
- Caius Ligarius doesn’t like Caesar, who berated him for speaking well of Pompey. I wonder that none of you thought about getting his support.
- A clock strikes.
- The clock struck three
- It’s time to leave
- No, we’ll all go there to bring him.
- Good Metellus, go to him now. He likes me, and I’ve given him good reason to. Just send him here, and I’ll persuade him
- The morning is approaching. We’ll leave, Brutus. Friends, go your separate ways. But all of you, remember what you’ve said and prove yourselves true Romans
- Good gentlemen, look like you’re rested and happy. Don’t let our faces betray our plans. Instead, carry yourselves like Roman actors, with cheerful spirits and well-composed faces. And so, good morning to all of you.
- Portia, what are you doing awake? It isn’t good for your health to expose your weak body to the raw, cold morning.
- Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? Well, enjoy the sweetness of deep sleep. Your brain isn’t stuffed with the strange shapes and fantasies that come to men who are overwhelmed by worries. That’s why you sleep so soundly
- Brutus, my lord.
- it's bad for your health. You snuck out of bed rudely. And yesterday night at supper, you abruptly stood up, crossed your arms, and paced back and forth while moaning. When I asked you what was wrong, you sent me a filthy look. You rubbed your head and impatiently stamped your foot as I repeated my question. I persisted in wanting to know what was wrong, but you did not respond. Instead, you gave me an angry hand wave and motioned for me to leave you alone. You wouldn't even be recognizable to me, Brutus. Tell me what's bothering you, my beloved Lord.
- I’m not feeling well—that’s all.
- I’m doing so. Good Portia, go to bed.
- Do you feel ill? Does it have any health benefits to stroll outside in the morning dew? No, my Brutus, you have a mental illness that I have a right to know about because of my position. And while I'm on my knees, I implore you to tell me who is one half of yourself—why you're troubled and what men have visited you this evening in light of my once-praised beauty, all of your love vows, and that magnificent vow of marriage that united the two of us. Six or seven figures were present, after all.
- You’re smart, though, and if you were sick, you’d take what you needed to get better
- Everyone except Brutus exits.
- Don’t kneel, noble Portia.
- I wouldn’t need to if you were acting nobly. Tell me, Brutus, as your wife, aren’t I supposed to be told the secrets that concern you? Am I part of you only in a limited sense—I get to have dinner with you, sleep with you, and talk to you sometimes?If it’s nothing more than that, then I’m your whore, not your wife.
- Portia enters.
- If that were the case, I would be aware of your secret. Even though I acknowledge that I am merely a woman, Lord Brutus chose me to be his wife. I acknowledge that I am simply a woman, but I come from a distinguished family; I am Cato's daughter. With a father and spouse like that, do you honestly believe I'm no stronger than the other members of my sex? Share your secrets with me. 've demonstrated my reliability by intentionally inflicting a wound on my thigh. If I can handle that suffering, I can handle my husband's secrets.
- Here’s a sick man who wants to speak with you.
- Portia kneels.
- Oh, what a time you’ve chosen to be sick, brave Caius! How I wish you felt better!
- I’m not sick if you’ve prepared some honorable exploit for me.
- Portia gets up.
- You’re my true and honorable wife, as dear to me as the blood that runs through my sad heart.
- A knocking sound is heard and Portia exits.
- Oh, gods, make me worthy of this noble wife! Listen! Someone knocks. Portia, go inside awhile, and soon enough you’ll share the secrets of my heart. I’ll explain all that I have committed to do and all the reasons for my sad face. Leave me quickly. Lucius, who’s that knocking?
- Lucius and Ligarius enter. Ligarius wears a cloth wrapped around his head, indicating that he’s sick.
- Please accept my feeble “good morning.”
- Ligarius takes off his head covering.
- Indeed, I would have such an exploit for you, Ligarius, if you were healthy enough to hear it.
- By all the gods that Romans worship, I hereby throw off my sickness! Soul of Rome! Brave son of honorable ancestors! You’ve conjured up my deadened spirit like an exorcist. Now say the word, and I will tackle all kinds of impossible things, and succeed too. What is there to do?
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