And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Tiber Did I the tiréd Cæsar. And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is He had a fever when he was in Spain, And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre. I did hear him groan; Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone. Bru. Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are For some new honours that are heaped on Cæsar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world. Like a colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Men at some time are masters of their fates: Cæsar? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome, That her wide walls encompassed but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it but one only man. O, you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once that would have brooked The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim; I will with patience hear, and find a time Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. OTHELLO'S ADDRESS TO THE SENATORS, FROM "OTHELLO" Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors, My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, Her father loved me; oft invited me; I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach. Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travel's history: Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, |