Julius Caesar (1953) - full transcript

get you home!

What dost thou with thy best appareI on?

I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

Answer me directly.

I may use with a safe conscience,

a mender of bad soles.

about the streets?

to get myself into more work.

we make holiday to see Caesar

- Wherefore rejoice?

his chariot wheels?



you crueI men of Rome,

up to walls and battlements,

yea, to chimney tops,

with patient expectation

pass the streets of Rome.

made in her concave shores?

over Pompey's blood?

be not moved.

in their guiltiness!

do find them decked with ceremonies.

You know, it is the feast of LupercaI.

with Caesar's trophies.

plucked from Caesar's wing,

above the view of men



- Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

when he doth run his course.

- Caesar, my lord?

to touch Calpurnia,

in this holy chase

it is performed.

- Bid every noise be still!

- Who is it in the press that calls on me?

shriller than all the music, cry "Caesar. "

beware the ides of March.

Speak once again.

- I pray you do.

of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

I'll leave you.

and show of love as I was wont to have.

a hand over your friend that loves you.

If I have veiled my look,

merely upon myself.

with passions of some difference.

to my behaviors,

my good friends be grieved,

be you one.

than that poor Brutus with himself at war

can you see your face?

but by reflection,

Brutus, that you have no such mirrors

into your eye,

of the best respect in Rome,

and groaning underneath this age's yoke,

that noble Brutus had his eyes.

would you lead me, Cassius,

into myself for that which is not in me?

be prepared to hear.

see yourself so well as by reflection,

discover to yourself

which you yet know not of.

did use to stale with ordinary oaths

in banqueting to all the rout,

for their king.

you would not have it so?

and death in the other,

as I love the name of honor

as well as I do know your outward favor.

or other men think of this life,

I had as lief not be

of such a thing as I myself.

as well as he.

now leap in with me

and swim to yonder points?"

I plunged in and bade him follow,

and we did buffet it with lusty sinews,

with hearts of controversy.

the point proposed,

if Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

I did mark how he did shake.

His coward lips did from their color fly,

the world did lose his luster.

that bade the Romans

speeches in their books,

Titinius," as a sick girI.

of such a feeble temper

of the majestic world

the narrow world like a colossus.

under his huge legs

to find ourselves dishonorable graves.

of their fates.

more than yours?

yours is as fair a name.

it doth become the mouth as well.

Conjure with them,

as soon as Caesar.

the breed of noble bloods.

since the great flood,

for more than for one man?

that talked of Rome,

but one man?

there was a Brutus once

as easily as a king.

I have some aim.

and of these times

entreat you, be any further moved.

hear and find a time both meet to hear

under these hard conditions

of fire from Brutus.

and Caesar is returning.

doth glow on Caesar's brow,

what hath proceeded worthy note today.

and such fiery eyes

crossed in conference by some senators.

that are fat,

and such as sleep a-nights.

He thinks too much.

so soon as that spare Cassius.

quite through the deeds of men.

and smiles in such a sort

and scorned his spirit

a greater than themselves,

feared than what I fear,

for this ear is deaf, and tell me truly

- Ay, Casca.

that Caesar looks so sad.

what had chanced.

and, being offered him,

with the back of his hand, thus,

- They shouted thrice.

- Why, for that too.

- Ay, marry, it was,

every time gentler than other,

mine honest neighbors shouted.

- Why, Antony.

as tell the manner of it.

it was one of those coronets.

but, for all that, to my thinking,

then he put it by again,

to lay his fingers off it.

He put it a third time by.

hooted and clapped their chapped hands

because Caesar refused the crown,

for he swounded and fell down at it.

for fear of opening my lips

and was speechless.

we have the falling sickness.

but I am sure Caesar fell down.

or said anything amiss,

to think it was his infirmity.

cried, "Alas, good souI,"

they would have done no less.

- To what effect?

I'll never look you in the face again,

at one another and shook their heads,

off Caesar's images, are put to silence.

if I could remember it.

and your dinner worth the eating.

when he went to schooI.

of any bold or noble enterprise.

his words with better appetite.

I will come home to you.

and I will wait for you.

may be wrought from that it is disposed.

keep ever with their likes,

yet he loves Brutus.

he should not humor me.

as if they came from severaI citizens,

that Rome holds of his name,

shall be glanced at.

And why stare you so?

of earth shakes like a thing unfirm?

the knotty oaks,

ocean swell and rage and foam,

did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

incenses them to send destruction.

you know him well by sight,

like 20 torches joined.

transformed with their fear,

walk up and down the streets.

even at noonday, upon the marketplace,

do so conjointly meet,

they are naturaI."

unto the climate that they point upon.

to you he would be there tomorrow.

- A Roman.

- A very pleasing night to honest men.

the earth so full of faults.

that should be in a Roman

and cast yourself in wonder,

of the heavens.

a man most like this dreadfuI night

opens graves and roars.

is it not, Cassius?

mean to establish Caesar as a king.

by sea and land,

I can shake off at pleasure.

in his own hand

the Romans are but sheep.

a mighty fire begin it with weak straws.

what rubbish and what offaI,

matter to illuminate

before a willing bondman.

that is no fleering tell-tale.

as far as who goes farthest.

He is a friend.

- To find out you.

one incorporate to our attempts.

- Yes, you are.

Brutus to our party...

Good Cinna, take this paper,

chair, where Brutus may but find it,

set this up in wax upon old Brutus' statue.

where you shall find us.

and he's gone to seek you at your house.

seek Brutus at his house.

upon the next encounter yields him ours.

give guess how near to day.

to sleep so soundly.

When it is lighted, come and call me here.

to spurn at him but for the generaI.

there's the question.

that brings forth the adder,

that at his will he may do danger with.

when it disjoins remorse from power.

swayed more than his reason.

that lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

his face,

the upmost round,

looks in the clouds,

by which he did ascend.

for the thing he is, fashion it thus,

would run to these and these extremities.

grow mischievous,

I found this paper thus sealed up,

when I went to bed.

- I will, sir.

where I have took them up.

the Tarquin drive,

thou receivest thy full petition

against Caesar, I have not slept.

and the first motion,

are then in counciI,

suffers then the nature of an insurrection.

that come along with you?

And no man here but honors you.

you had but that opinion of yourself

- This, Decius Brutus.

- This, Casca. This, Cinna.

- They are all welcome.

do interpose themselves

Doth not the day break here?

- O pardon, sir, it doth.

are messengers of day.

that you are both deceived.

- And let us swear our resolution.

of our souls, the time's abuse,

break off betimes,

to prick us to redress?

that have spoke the word

than honesty to honesty engaged,

and men cautelous,

souls that welcome wrongs.

such creatures as men doubt,

of our enterprise,

or our performance did need an oath.

will purchase us a good opinion

to commend our deeds.

anything that other men begin.

- Indeed, he is not fit.

but only Caesar?

so well beloved of Caesar,

if he improve them,

let Antony and Caesar fall together.

Caius Cassius,

and then hack the limbs,

but not butchers, Caius.

against the spirit of Caesar.

by Caesar's spirit,

But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it.

let's kill him boldIy, but not wrathfully.

not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

when Caesar's head is off.

- Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.

all that he can do is to himself.

for he is given to sports,

The morning comes upon us.

will come forth today or no,

the unaccustomed terror of the night,

may hold him from the CapitoI today.

If he be so resolved, I can oversway him,

betrayed with trees,

being then most flattered.

and I will bring him to the CapitoI.

to fetch him.

for speaking well of Pompey.

and I have given him reasons.

but all remember what you have said,

Wherefore rise you now?

to commit your weak condition

- Nor for yours neither.

stole from my bed,

you suddenly arose and walked about

with your arms across.

what the matter was,

too impatiently stamped with your foot.

gave sign for me to leave you.

which seemed too much enkindled,

but an effect of humor,

with every man.

so much upon your shape

on your condition,

with your cause of grief.

to come by it.

of the dank morning?

out of his wholesome bed

and add unto his sickness?

within your mind,

I ought to know of.

and that great vow

why you are heavy,

have had resort to you,

did hide their faces even from darkness.

if you were gentle Brutus.

tell me, Brutus,

that appertain to you?

in sort or limitation,

comfort your bed,

of your good pleasure?

not his wife.

that visit my sad heart.

then should I know this secret.

that Lord Brutus took to wife.

well-reputed, Cato's daughter.

being so fathered and so husbanded?

I will not disclose them.

the secrets of my heart.

I will construe to thee,

that would speak with you.

from a feeble tongue.

brave Caius, to wear a kerchief.

- I am not sick,

worthy the name of honor.

I here discard my sickness.

and I will strive with things impossible.

that will make sick men whole.

but we must make sick?

and bring me their opinions of success.

have been at peace tonight.

never looked but at my back,

they are vanished.

the things that we have heard and seen,

seen by the watch.

and yielded up their dead.

fought upon the clouds,

and squeaI about the streets.

in generaI as to Caesar.

there are no comets seen.

blaze forth the death of princes.

before their death.

that men should fear,

will come

to stir forth today.

a heart within the beast.

if he should stay at home today for fear.

that Caesar is more dangerous than he,

is consumed in confidence.

in the house and not your own.

to the senate house,

He shall tell them so.

Good morrow, worthy Caesar.

to bear my greeting to the senators,

Tell them so, Decius.

- Shall Caesar send a lie?

stretched mine arm so far

let me know some cause,

because I love you, I will let you know.

stays me at home.

did run pure blood.

and portents and evils imminent,

that I will stay at home today.

in which so many smiling Romans bathed,

for tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.

heard what I can say.

to give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.

you will not come,

to be rendered for some one to say,

shall meet with better dreams. "

"Lo, Caesar is afraid?"

bids me tell you this,

now, Calpurnia!

Give me my robe, for I will go!

has come to fetch me.

- Welcome, Publius.

are you stirred so early, too?

so much your enemy

which hath made you lean.

- Caesar, 'tis after eight.

o' nights is notwithstanding up.

- So to most noble Caesar.

and taste some wine with me,

will straightaway go together.

- Caesar, I will.

Come not near Casca.

Trust not Trebonius.

Thou has wronged Caius Ligarius.

and it is bent against Caesar.

look about you.

Artemidorus. "

thou mayst live.

at your best leisure, this his humble suit.

nearer. Read it, great Caesar.

shall be last served.

in the street?

- Fare you well.

our enterprise might thrive.

- Look how he makes to Caesar. Mark him.

never shall turn back, for I will slay myself.

for, look, he smiles,

for, look you, Brutus,

and presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

Press near and second him.

that rears your hand.

and his senate must redress?

and most puissant Caesar,

an humble heart.

and these lowly courtesies

and turn pre-ordinance and first decree

that Caesar bears such rebeI blood

by that which melteth fools.

and base spanieI fawning.

and fawn for him,

nor without cause will he be satisfied.

more worthy than my own

in great Caesar's ear

may have an immediate freedom of repeaI.

for Publius Cimber.

prayers would move me.

there is no fellow in the firmament.

with unnumbered sparks.

doth hold his place.

'tis furnished well with men,

and apprehensive,

unshaked of motion,

Let me a little show it, even in this.

Cimber should be banished,

- Hence!

- Great Caesar!

- Speak, hands, for me!

Proclaim, cry it about the streets!

"Liberty, freedom, enfranchisement! "

Ambition's debt is paid.

- Where's Publius?

friend of Caesar's should chance to...

nor to no Roman else.

- Fled to his house amazed.

cry out and run, as it were doomsday!

should do your age some mischief.

but we the doers.

that men stand upon.

cuts off so many years of fearing death.

abridged his time of fearing death.

bathe our hands in Caesar's blood.

this our lofty scene be acted over,

Caesar bleed in sport,

no worthier than the dust.

the men that gave their country liberty.

royaI and loving.

honored him and loved him.

Antony may safely come to him

hath deserved to lie in death,

Caesar dead so well as Brutus living,

and affairs of noble Brutus

I never thought him worse.

unto this place, he shall be satisfied,

to friend.

that fears him much,

shrewdly to the purpose.

triumphs, spoils,

who else is rank.

as Caesar's death hour,

as those your swords,

noble blood of all this world.

and smoke, fulfill your pleasure.

I shall not find myself so apt to die.

no mean of death, as here by Caesar,

bloody and crueI,

present act, you see we do,

the bleeding business they have done,

And pity to the generaI wrong of Rome,

hath done this deed on Caesar.

in the disposing of new dignities.

till we have appeased the multitude

the cause why I,

have thus proceeded.

yours, good Trebonius.

My credit now stands

that one of two bad ways

either a coward or a flatterer.

than thy death

most noble in the presence of thy corse?

as they stream forth thy blood,

in terms of friendship with thine enemies.

- Pardon me, Caius Cassius.

to have with us?

of our friends,

by looking down on Caesar.

why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.

you should be satisfied.

produce his body to the marketplace,

speak in the order of his funeraI.

- Brutus, a word with you.

speak in his funeraI.

the people may be moved

- By your pardon,

show the reason of our Caesar's death.

he speaks by leave and by permission,

have all true rites and lawfuI ceremonies.

take you Caesar's body.

blame us,

you can devise of Caesar,

hand at all about his funeraI,

whereto I am going

thou bleeding piece of earth,

with these butchers.

that ever lived in the tide of times.

that shed this costly blood.

do ope their ruby lips

and utterance of my tongue,

cumber all the parts of Italy.

and dreadfuI objects so familiar,

when they behold their infants

with Ate by his side come hot from hell,

with a monarch's voice cry "Havoc! "

above the earth

and be silent, that you may hear.

that you may believe.

and awake your senses,

to Caesar was no less than his.

why Brutus rose against Caesar,

but that I loved Rome more.

and die all slaves,

to live all free men?

- No!

- No!

joy for his fortune,

and death for his ambition.

that will be a bondsman?

that would not be a Roman?

that will not love his country?

- None!

- None!

than you shall do to Brutus.

is enrolled in the CapitoI.

wherein he was worthy,

shall receive the benefit of his dying,

as which of you shall not?

for the good of Rome,

to need my death.

- Live! Live!

- Live!

home unto his house!

- Live, Brutus!

- Live!

shall be crowned in Brutus!

- Hurray!

- Peace! Silence!

tending to Caesar's glories,

is allowed to make.

We'll hear him.

he finds himself beholding to us all.

of Brutus here!

- Nay, that's certain.

lend me your ears.

the good is oft interred with their bones.

Caesar was ambitious.

for Brutus is an honorable man,

home to Rome,

Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

Caesar hath wept.

I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

and, sure, he is an honorable man.

not without cause.

you then to mourn for him?

Thou art fled to brutish beasts,

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,

in his saying.

Caesar has had great wrong.

he was not ambitious.

in Rome than Antony.

His eyes are red as fire with weeping.

might have stood against the world.

so poor to do him reverence.

and minds to mutiny and rage,

and Cassius wrong,

than I will wrong such honorable men.

I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.

and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,

and, dying, mention it within their wills,

unto their issue.

- The will!

I must not read it.

how Caesar loved you.

you are not stones, but men.

that you are his heirs.

O what would come of it?

whose daggers have stabbed Caesar.

- The will!

the corpse of Caesar,

that made the will.

and will you give me leave?

- Come down!

Caesar put it on.

that day he overcame the Nervii.

Cassius' dagger through.

the well-beloved Brutus stabbed,

mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,

if Brutus so unkindly knocked or no.

was Caesar's angeI.

how dearly Caesar loved him!

ingratitude,

quite vanquished him,

which all the while ran blood,

but behold our Caesar's vesture wounded?

as you see, with traitors.

- Villains.

- Let not a traitor live!

let me not stir you up

are honorable.

I know not

with reasons answer you.

to steaI away your hearts.

a plain blunt man

and that they know full well

nor worth, action, nor utterance,

to stir men's blood.

which you yourselves do know,

poor, poor dumb mouths,

would ruffle up your spirits,

in every wound of Caesar

to rise and mutiny.

We'll burn the house of Brutus!

- We'll mutiny!

to do you know not what.

thus deserved your love?

to every severaI man,

orchards on this side Tiber.

and to your heirs forever.

to walk abroad and recreate yourselves.

Their names are pricked.

- I do consent.

Look, with a spot, I damn him.

how to cut off some charge in legacies.

meet to be sent on errands.

one of the three to share it?

who should be pricked to die

on this man

of diverse slanderous loads,

as the ass bears gold,

either led or driven, as we point the way.

where we will,

and turn him off,

and graze in common.

but he's a tried and valiant soldier.

I do appoint him store of provender.

may be best disclosed

and bayed about with many enemies,

I fear, millions of mischiefs.

to do you salutation from his master.

in his own change, or by ill officers,

to wish things done, undone,

my noble master will appear,

How he received you, let me be resolved.

but not with such familiar instances,

conference, as he hath used of old.

to sicken and decay,

in plain and simple faith.

you have done me wrong.

Wrong I mine enemies?

how should I wrong a brother?

hides wrongs, and when you do them...

Speak your griefs softly.

which should perceive nothing

in this. You have condemned and noted

of the Sardians.

because I knew the man, were slighted off.

to write in such a case.

that every nice offense

you yourself are much condemned

for gold to undeservers.

that speak this,

this speech were else your last!

this corruption,

hide his head.

the ides of March, remember.

for justice sake?

that did stab, and not for justice?

the foremost man of all this world

contaminate our fingers with base bribes,

of our large honors for so much trash

than such a Roman.

abler than yourself to make conditions.

- I say you are not.

Tempt me no further.

to your rash choler?

when a madman stares?

Fret till your proud heart breaks.

and make your bondmen tremble.

under your testy humor?

the venom of your spleen,

for, from this day forth,

for my laughter, when you are waspish.

and it shall please me well.

to learn of noble men.

You wrong me, Brutus.

- If you did, I care not.

he durst not thus have moved me.

You durst not so have tempted him.

- No!

I may do that I shall be sorry for.

you should be sorry for.

for I am armed so strong in honesty,

which I respect not.

which you denied me,

to pay my legions, which you denied me.

- You did.

that brought my answer back.

his friend's infirmities,

greater than they are.

- I do not like your faults.

as high Olympus.

braved by his brother,

all his faults observed,

by rote to cast into my teeth.

and here my naked breast.

will give my heart.

hate him worst,

than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

it shall have scope.

and laughter to his Brutus,

ill-tempered vexeth him?

- And my heart, too.

to bear with me,

gave me makes me forgetfuI?

over-earnest with your Brutus,

and leave you so.

to lodge their companies tonight.

with you immediately to us.

you could have been so angry.

if you give place to accidentaI evils.

when I crossed you so?

and grief that young Octavius

have made themselves so strong,

swallowed fire.

and call in question our necessities.

- No more, I pray you.

come down upon us with a mighty power,

have put to death 100 senators.

that died by their prescriptions,

- Cicero is dead,

from your wife, my lord?

to Philippi presently?

- Your reason?

that the enemy seek us.

weary his soldiers, doing himself offense,

defense, and nimbleness.

give place to better.

tried the utmost of our friends.

We, at the height, are ready to decline.

leads on to fortune.

is bound in shallows and in miseries.

when it serves, or lose our ventures.

and meet them at Philippi.

- Good night, my lord.

good night, and good repose.

- Here in the tent, sir.

Thou art over-watched.

by my tent.

here's the book I sought for so.

I am much forgetfuI.

a strain or two?

but thou art willing.

look for a time of rest.

and thou shalt sleep again.

that plays thee music?

do thee so much wrong to wake thee.

turned down where I left reading?

that shapes this monstrous apparition.

or some deviI,

and my hair to stare?

that thou so criedst out?

Didst thou see anything?

- My lord.

- Nor I, my lord.

to my brother Cassius.

betimes before, and we will follow.

the gods today stand friendly,

lead on our days to age.

rest still uncertain,

that may befall.

then is this the very last time

that ever Brutus will go bound to Rome.

the ides of March begun.

I know not.

this parting was well made.

of this day's business ere it come.

and then the end is known.

- What says my generaI?

As this very day was Cassius born.

as Pompey was,

all our liberties.

where I perceive our light?

mount thou my horse

to yonder troops and here again,

whether those troops be friend or enemy.

what thou notest about the field.

- Sirrah, what news?

horsemen that make to him on the spur.

before my face.

thou shouldst attempt it.

that ran through Caesar's bowels,

shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.

O yet hold up your heads!

rest on this rock.

and turns our swords

- I'd rather kill myself.

The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me

here in Philippi fields.

how it goes.

than tarry till they push us.

that we two went to schooI together.

hold thou my sword-hilts,

and you, Volumnius.

that yet, in all my life,

more than Octavius and Mark Antony

his life's history.

My bones would rest,

some smatch of honor in it.

and turn away thy face,

let us use him

shall lie, most like a soldier,

did that they did in envy of great Caesar.

made one of them.

and say to all the world,