'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so? Cinna To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?

And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?

What trash is Rome, What rubbish and what offal, when it servesWord Nerd"offal"[Click to launch video] For the base matter to illuminate CassiusSo then why should Caesar be a tyrant? He wouldn't prey on us like a wolf except that he sees that all the Romans are sheep. He would be no lion if the Romans didn't act like deer. Those wishing to make a huge fire start with pieces of straw. Rome is serving as the kindling to light up the vile thing that is Caesar! But, grief, where have you led me? Maybe I'm talking this way in front of a willingly slave, in which case I'll have to pay the price. But I'm armed and don't care about the danger.CascaYou're speaking to Casca, and I'm no brown-nosing tattletale. Take my hand, and let's join together in redressing these wrongs; and I will go as far as anyone.So vile a thing as Caesar!

Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day See Brutus at his house.  Three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire CinnaEveryone except Metellus Cimber—and he went to look for you at your house. Well, I'll get going and put all those papers where you told me.CassiusAfter you've done that, come back to Pompey's Theater.[Exit Cinna]Come one, Casca, you and I will go see Brutus at his house before daybreak. He's three-quarters disposed to join us already, and we'll have the whole man after this meeting.CascaOh, everyone thinks highly of him. Actions which would seem offensive will, with his support, will magically change into actions of virtue and worthiness.CassiusYou've very well understood him, his worth, and how much we need him. Let's go. It's after midnight, and before sunrise we'll wake him and make sure he's with us.[Exeunt.]Upon the next encounter yields him ours. Casca O, he sits high in all the people's hearts; And that which would appear offense in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy,Allusion"rich alchemy"In medieval times, it was believed that chemical processes existed in which ordinary metals could be changed into valuable ones like gold and silver. This process of transformation was referred to as alchemy.Allusion"rich alchemy" Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

Calpurnia Here, my lord. Caesar Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius! Antony CaesarCalpurnia!CascaHey, be quiet! Caesar is speaking.CaesarCalpurnia!CalpurniaI'm here, my lord.CaesarStand directly in front of Antonius' place while he's running this race. Antonius!AntonyCaesar, my lord?CaesarAntonius, don't forget in the rush of the race to touch Calpurnia. The wise old men say that the infertile women will be cured of their infertility by the touch of a runner in this race.AntonyI'll definitely remember. Whenever Caesar tells someone to do something, it gets done. CaesarThen proceed, and don't leave out any part of the ceremony.[Trumpet flourish] Caesar, my lord. Caesar Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touchèd in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse. Antony                                                  I shall remember: When Caesar says 'Do this', it is performed. Caesar Set on, and leave no ceremony out. [Trumpet flourish]

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, FlaviusBut why aren’t you in your shop today? Why are you leading these men around in the streets?CobblerWell, sir, I’m just trying to wear out their shoes to give myself some more business! But actually, sir, we’re taking a holiday to view Caesar lead his army in its triumphal parade into the city, and celebrate his victory over Pompey’s son.MarullusWhy are you celebrating? What plunder is he bringing back from this war? Who are these prisoners in chains trailing behind his chariots? Not barbarians, but fellow Romans! Oh you blockheads, you’re as senseless as rocks. Oh you cruel, heartless men of Rome, don’t you remember Pompey? Many times you would climb up walls to stand in towers and at windows, or even to the chimney-tops, with your babies in your arms; and you would sit there all day, patiently waiting to see Pompey come through the streets of Rome. To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome. And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores? And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way (Marullus)And when you saw his chariot, do you remember how you gave such a huge, universal roar that it made the Tiber river tremble in its riverbed from the echo off its banks? Are you now donning your best clothes, declaring this a holiday, and spreading flowers in the path of the man coming to celebrate the bloody defeat of Pompey’s son, the last of that great noble Roman house? Go, get to your houses and fall on your knees and pray to the gods to halt the plague they must be descending on you for your ingratitude.FlaviusGo, my fellow Romans, and to repent for this fault, gather your fellow working men on the banks of the Tiber, and weep into the river so that it will swell from its lowest level up to to its highest banks.[All the commoners exit]That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.