Unit 4: Part 2 Vocabulary

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?

These growing feathers plucked from Caesar’s wing
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius.

When he came to himself again, he said, if he had done or said anything amiss, he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity.

When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
“These are their reasons, they are natural,”
For I believe they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.

Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
Most like this dreadful night,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol;
A man no mightier than thyself, or me,
In personal action, yet prodigious grown
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

And, since the quarrel
Will bear no color for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented
Would run to these and these extremities

“Speak, strike, redress.” Am I entreated
To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council, and the state of a man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

And let us swear our resolution.

And, gentle friends,
Let’s kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

And these does she apply for warnings and portents
And evils imminent, and on her knee
Hath begged that I will stay at home today.

BRUTUS. Where’s Publius?
CINNA. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Or else were this a savage spectacle.

Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
(Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue),
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men

Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy

Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse
Into the market place; there shall I try
In my oration how the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Octavius of the state of things.

The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar.

But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar’s house;
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.

You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, was slighted off.

The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Do not presume too much upon my love;
I may do that I shall be sorry for.

You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds,
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar’s feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!

You know that I held Epicurus strong,
And his opinion; now I change my mind.
And partly credit things that do presage.

Let them set on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius’ wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow,
Ride, ride, Messala! Let them all come down.

MESSALA. Where did you leave him?
TITINIUS. All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Didst thou not hear their shouts?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything!

CLITUS. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
DARDANIUS. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

The future, Mama. Hanging over there at the edge of my days. Just waiting for me—a big, looming blank space—full of nothing.

In my time we was worried about not being lynched and getting to the North if we could and how to stay alive and still have a pinch of dignity too...Now here come you and Beneatha—talking ’bout things we ain’t never even thought about hardly, me and your daddy.