Julius Ceasar
Antony- O Might Caesar, dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.- I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank. If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar's death's hour, nor no instrument Of half that worth as those you swords made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech you, if you bear me hard,
And there isn't any weapon Like your swords which were once worthless but now so valuable With the blood of the most important person in this world on it. Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die; No place will please me so, no mean of death, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, The choice and master spirits of this age. purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfill your pleasure. Translation- Oh great Caesar, why are you lying like this on the floor? You have had all these victories, joys, and successes, Is all that worth nothing now? Good bye my friend. I am not sure of all that you guys have done and intend to do, But who else needed to have Caesar die, and who else had the powerneeded to kill him? If I guess right, there is no time more perfect than just now, For you all to have killed Caesar. If you cannot tolerate me either, You should, while you stand here all warmed up with sin, Act in accordance to your desires. If I happened to stay alive for a thousand years, I would never find such a moment where I would be so willing to die. No place or method of dying would satisfy me more, Than the place of dying be here by Caesar and the method of dying be by you killing me with your swords, And these are the best choices that the greatest of our time would even be willing to make.
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