CLOSE READING ANALYSIS #1 Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare

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Act I, Scene ii, Lines 97-138

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CASSIUS

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favour. Well, honour is the subject of my story.

I cannot tell what you and other men 100 Think of this life; but, for my single self,

I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar; so were you:

We both have fed as well, and we can both 105 Endure the winter's cold as well as he:

For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now

Leap in with me into this angry flood, 110 And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,

Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it

With lusty sinews, throwing it aside 115 And stemming it with hearts of controversy;

But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'

I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,

Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder 120 The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man

Is now become a god, and Cassius is

A wretched creature and must bend his body,

If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. 125 He had a fever when he was in Spain,

And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly,

And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world 130 Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:

Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,'

As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me 135 A man of such a feeble temper should

So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.

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CLOSE READING ANALYSIS #2 NAME _____________________________

Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare PER ______ DATE __________________

Act I, Scene iii, Lines 107-119

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CASSIUS

And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf, But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. 110 Those that with haste will make a mighty fire

Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, What rubbish and what offal, when it serves For the base matter to illuminate

So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief, 115 Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this

Before a willing bondman; then I know My answer must be made. But I am arm'd, And dangers are to me indifferent.

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Act II, Scene i, Lines 10-36

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BRUTUS

It must be by his death: and for my part, 10 I know no personal cause to spurn at him,

But for the general. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the question.

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; 15 And that craves wary walking. Crown him?--that;-- And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,

That at his will he may do danger with. The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins

Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar, 20 I have not known when his affections sway'd More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;

But when he once attains the upmost round. 25 He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.

Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Will bear no colour for the thing he is, 30 Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these and these extremities:

And therefore think him as a serpent's egg Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow

mischievous, 35 And kill him in the shell.

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Act III, Scene i, Lines 200-230

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ANTONY

I doubt not of your wisdom. 200 Let each man render me his bloody hand:

First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours,

Metellus; 205 Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not last in love, yours, good

Trebonius.

Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say?

My credit now stands on such slippery ground, 210 That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,

Either a coward or a flatterer.

That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true: If then thy spirit look upon us now,

Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, 215

To see thy thy Anthony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, Most noble! in the presence of thy corse? Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,

Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, 220 It would become me better than to close

In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;

Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, 225 Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.

O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. How like a deer, strucken by many princes,

Dost thou here lie! 230

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Act IV, Scene iii, Lines 244-255

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BRUTUS

Under your pardon. You must note beside,

That we have tried the utmost of our friends, 245 Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:

The enemy increaseth every day; We, at the height, are ready to decline. There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; 250 Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves,

Or lose our ventures. 255

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Act V, Scene v, Lines 74-81

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ANTONY

This was the noblest Roman of them all:

All the conspirators save only he 75

Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought

And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements

So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up 80 And say to all the world 'This was a man!'