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- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
Is it about the fact that people are a flock of sheep? No, rather, how difficult it is to make the right choice without having enough information. And this topic is relevant in the current policy after two thousand years. She raises a lot of questions: Is Caesar’s murder a deliverance from a tyrant or a betrayal?
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Contents
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
ACT I
SCENE I. Rome. A street.
SCENE II. The same. A public place.
SCENE III. The same. A street.
ACT II
SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS'S orchard.
SCENE II. A room in Caesar's palace.
SCENE III. A street near the Capitol.
SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of Brutus.
ACT III
SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting.
SCENE II. The same. The Forum.
SCENE III. The same. A street.
ACT IV
SCENE I. Rome. A room in Antony's house.
SCENE II. Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.
SCENE III. within the tent of Brutus.
ACT V
SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.
SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.
SCENE III. Another part of the field.
SCENE IV. Another part of the field.
SCENE V. Another part of the field.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
JULIUS CAESAR
OCTAVIUS CAESAR, Triumvir after his death.
MARCUS ANTONIUS, Triumvir after his death.
M. AEMIL. LEPIDUS Triumvir after his death.
CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA, Senators.
MARCUS BRUTUS, Conspirator against Caesar.
CASSIUS, Conspirator against Caesar.
CASCA, Conspirator against Caesar.
TREBONIUS, Conspirator against Caesar.
LIGARIUS, Conspirator against Caesar.
DECIUS BRUTUS, Conspirator against Caesar.
METELLUS CIMBER, Conspirator against Caesar.
CINNA, Conspirator against Caesar.
FLAVIUS, tribune
MARULLUS, tribune
ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.
A Soothsayer
CINNA, a poet. Another Poet.
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, young CATO, and VOLUMNIUS, Friends to Brutus and Cassius.
VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, LUCIUS, DARDANIUS, Servants to
Brutus
PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius
The Ghost of Caesar
Senators, Citizens, Soldiers, Commoners, Messengers, and Servants
CALPURNIA, wife to Caesar
PORTIA, wife to Brutus
SCENE: Rome, the conspirators’ camp near Sardis, and the plains of Philippi.
ACT I
SCENE I. Rome. A street
[Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a Throng of Citizens.]
FLAVIUS.
Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home!
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a laboring day without the sign
Of your profession?–Speak, what trade art thou?
FIRST CITIZEN.
Why, sir, a carpenter.
MARULLUS.
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?–
You, sir; what trade are you?
SECOND CITIZEN.
Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you
would say, a cobbler.
MARULLUS.
But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
SECOND CITIZEN.
A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe
conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
MARULLUS.
What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what trade?
SECOND CITIZEN.
Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me; yet,
if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
MARULLUS.
What mean’st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow!
SECOND CITIZEN.
Why, sir, cobble you.
FLAVIUS.
Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
SECOND CITIZEN.
Truly, Sir, all that I live by is with the awl; I meddle with
no tradesman’s matters, nor women’s matters, but with awl.
I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in
great danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
neat’s-leather have gone upon my handiwork.
FLAVIUS.
But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
SECOND CITIZEN.
Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes to get myself into more
work. But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and to
rejoice in his triumph.
MARULLUS.
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to 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
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.
FLAVIUS.
Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort,
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
[Exeunt CITIZENS.]
See whether their basest metal be not moved;
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I. Disrobe the images,
If you do find them deck’d with ceremonies.
MARULLUS.
May we do so?
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
FLAVIUS.
It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about
And drive away the vulgar from the streets;
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck’d 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.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The same. A public place
[Enter, in procession, with music, Caesar; Antony, for the course; Calpurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.]
CAESAR.
Calpurnia,–
CASCA.
Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
[Music ceases.]
CAESAR.
Calpurnia,–
CALPURNIA.
Here, my lord.
CAESAR.
Stand you directly in Antonius’ way,
When he doth run his course.–Antonius,–
ANTONY.
Caesar, my lord?
CAESAR.
Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
ANTONY.
I shall remember.
When Caesar says “Do this,” it is perform’d.
CAESAR.
Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
[Music.]
SOOTHSAYER.
Caesar!
CAESAR.
Ha! Who calls?
CASCA.
Bid every noise be still.–Peace yet again!
[Music ceases.]
CAESAR.
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry “Caesar”! Speak, Caesar is turn’d to hear.
SOOTHSAYER.
Beware the Ides of March.
CAESAR.
What man is that?
BRUTUS.
A soothsayer bids you beware the Ides of March.
CAESAR.
Set him before me; let me see his face.
CASSIUS.
Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
CAESAR.
What say’st thou to me now? Speak once again.
SOOTHSAYER.
Beware the Ides of March.
CAESAR.
He is a dreamer; let us leave him. Pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS.]
CASSIUS.
Will you go see the order of the course?
BRUTUS.
Not I.
CASSIUS.
I pray you, do.
BRUTUS.
I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I’ll leave you.
CASSIUS.
Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
BRUTUS.
Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veil’d my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved–
Among which number, Cassius, be you one–
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
CASSIUS.
Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
