Translation Of Act 3 Scene 1 Julius

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Translation Of Act 3, Scene 1, Julius Caesar Essay, Research Paper A Translation of Act 3, Scene 1 in Julius Caesar Caesar. The ides of March have arrived. Soothsayer. Yes, Caesar, but not left. Artemidorus. Hail, Caesar! Read this document. Decius. Trebonius would like you to read over This his humble request when you have time. Artemidorus. O Caesar, read mine first, because mine’s a request That is more personally important to you. Read it, great Caesar! Caesar. What is important to us personally we will deal with last. Artemidorus. Don’t wait, Caesar. Read it right now! Caesar. What, is this man crazy? Publius. Boy, get out of the way! Cassius. What, do you present your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. Popilius. I hope that your enterprise today is

successful today. Cassius. What enterprise, Popilius? Popilius. Good luck. Brutus. What did Popilius Lena say? Cassius. He hoped that today our enterprise would be successful. I am afraid that the reason we are doing this has been discovered. Brutus. Look how he approaches Caesar. Watch him. Cassius. Casca, be quick, we are afraid of being stopped. Brutus, what will we do? If our plot is revealed, Either Cassius or Caesar will not return alive, Because I will kill myself. Brutus. Cassius, stay calm. Popilius Lena is not talking about our plans, Look, he smiles, and Caesar’s expression does not change. Cassius. Trebonius has good timing, look at Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. Decius. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go And quickly present his petition to Caesar.

Brutus. He is ready. Get close to him and back him up. Cinna. Casca, you will be the first that raises your hand. Caesar. Are we all ready? What’s wrong now That Caesar and his Senate must make right? Metellus. Most high, most mighty, and most powerful Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws a humble heart infront of your chair. Caesar. I must stop you, Cimber. This bowing and scraping Might excite ordinary men And change what has already been decided Like children change their minds. Do not be foolish And think that Caear’s heart has weak blood and That it will be thawed from its firmness By things which melt fools–I mean, sweet words, low bows, and An attitude of a dog. Your brother is banished by law. If you bow and beg for him, I will kick you like a dog out of my way. You must

know that Caesar does not make mistakes, And he will not be satisfied Without a good reason. Metellus. Isn’t there a voice any better than mine That can speak more successfully to Caesar For the return of my banished brother? Brutus. I kiss your hand, but not trying to flatter you, Caesar, Asking that Publius Cimber can return to Rome. Caesar. What, Brutus? Cassius. Pardon me, Caesar! Cassius falls to beg for Publius Cimber’s freedom. Caesar. I could be moved, if I were like you; If I could beg others to be moved, then begging would move me; But I am steady, like the north star. Which has no equal in the sky Of its pure nature. The skies are painted with sparks; They are all fire, and every one shines; Buth there’s only one that stays in the same place. It’s the same way

in the world: it is well supplied with men. And men are flesh and blood, and intelligent, And out of all of them I know only one That is unable to be attacked and holds his position, Unmoved; and that I am that man, Let me show you, even in this example, That I was serious that I wanted Cimber banished. And I am still serious to keep him that way. Cinna. O Caesar! Caesar. Get away! Will you lift up Mt. Olympus? Decius. Great Caesar! Caesar. Can’t you see that even Brutus’ kneeling doesn’t influence me? Casca. My hands will speak for me! Caesar. Et tu, Brute? –Then fall Caesar! Cinna. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run from here, tell the news, shout it on the streets! Cassius. Some of you go to the speakers’ platforms and call out, “Liberty, freedom, and