Act 1 - Scene 3
The same. A street.
Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO
Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
I have seen tempests,
when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell and
rage and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go
through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with
Incenses them to send destruction.
Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?
A common slaveyou know him well by sight
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
torches join'd, and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
BesidesI ha' not since put up my
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
Without annoying me: and
there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformed with their fear; who swore they
Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
And yesterday the bird of night did sit
Even at noon-day
upon the market-place,
Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men
'These are their reasons; they are natural;'
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate
that they point upon.
Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the
purpose of the things themselves.
Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
He doth; for he did bid Antonius
Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.
Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
Is not to walk in.
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