What's up Casca. Did you take Caesar home? Why are you breathless and why are you staring like that?
Aren't you disturbed when the earth is shaking as if it were a flimsy thing? Cicero, I've seem storms that split oak trees, and I've seen the ocean swell, rage, and foam, but never before tonight have I experienced a storm that drops fire. Either there's a war in heaven or the world is too arrogant to the gods, provokes them to send destruction.
What!? Have you seen something so strange that it's clearly an omen from the gods?
A common slave held up his left hand, which flamed and burned like twenty torches together. And yet his hand was immune to the fire and didn't get burned. I've kept my sword uncovered since I saw this. At the Capitol I met a lion who looked at me and walked by without bothering to attack me. And there were a hundred scared women who swore they saw men on fire walk up and down the streets. And yesterday the owl sat hooting in the market place at noon. When things like this happen we shouldn't say, "It's normal, there's a reasonable explanation." I think these are omens of what's going to happen.
Good night then, Casca. This bad weather isn't good to walk around in.
Yeah, it's a strange time. But men tend to interpret things however they want and miss the actual meaning. Is Caesar visiting the Capitol tomorrow?
He is, because he told Antonius to tell you he'd be there tomorrow.
It's Casca-I know your voice.
It's a very pleasing night to honest men.
Who ever saw the heavens threaten like this?
Your ear is good. Cassius, what a night this is!
You're acting stupid, Casca. You act in awe of the strange disturbances in the heavens. But if you thought about why all sorts of things have departed from the usual course of their natures and become monstrosities, then you'd understand that heaven had them act this way so they would serve as frightening warning of an unnatural state to come. Casca, I could name a man who's just like this dreadful night. A man who thunders, throws lightning, splits open graves, and roars like the lion in the Capitol.
Those who know how bad things are here. I've walked around the streets, exposing myself, baring my chest to the thunderbolt. When the lightning seemed to break open the sky, I put myself right where I thought it would hit.
Why did you tempt the heavens like that? Mankind's role is to tremble when the almighty gods send warning signals.
I'll kill myself to save myself from slavery. In suicide, gods make the weak strong and allow tyrants to be defeated. Let everyone beware: I can shake off the tyranny that now oppresses me whenever I choose.
A man no mightier than you or I in ability, yet grown as huge and frightening as tonight's strange happenings.
Yeah, they say that the senators plan to establish Caesar as a king tomorrow, and he'll wear his crown at sea and on land everywhere except here in Italy.
Let it be who it is. Romans today are still powerful, but unfortunately we take after our mothers. Our tolerance for slavery and oppression shows us to be weak, like women.