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A storm has just began in the Capitol. All the people out there are scared by the storms heavy rain, thunders and lightnings. Casca is very afraid of the storm and says that all the crazy things are happening right now. There is a lion in the Capitol, Burning mans and owls flying. Casca believes that the storm is some kind of omens to show the wrath of the gods. But Cassius connects it with wrath due to Caesar. In this part, Casca joins the conspirators.
Significance:
The significance of the passage is that, this passage characterizes some Casca and Cassius as well as it sets the mood before they drive into the climax. Also this passage builds up the momentum and starts the engine for assassination of Caesar. Casca is represented as a type of character that is very scared and confused of what to do when the storm came. On the other hand, Cassius was rather dull. Also Casca is described as inert person. Cassius tells that Casca's interpret of the storm is not right. He also give a motive for Caesar's reason that he should be dead telling how he would not be a wolf and he would be a tyrant. Cassius can be drawn out as a person who is smart and tactical. He is gaining power for the conspirators. one of his way how he convinced him was that this is not a punishment; he stepped out side and let the thunder hit him but no thunder hit him. Also some literary techniques are used such as foreshadowing of Caesar's death and a vivid imagery of the storm.
The lines:
Casca
"A common slave, wou know him well by sight,
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remained unscorch'd.
Besides (I ha' not since put up my sword)
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glazed upon me, and surly by,
Without annoying me. And there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformed with their fear, who swore they saw
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets.
And yesterday the bird of night did sit,
Even at noonday upon the market place,
Hooting and shrieking. With these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
'These are their reasons, they are natural';
For I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that the point upon."
(Lines 15-32)
Cassius
You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman you so want,
Or else you use not. You look plae, and gaze,
And put in fear, and cast yoursel in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the heavens;
But if you would consider the true cause
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind
Why old men, fools, and children calculate,
Why all thesse things change from thir ordinanc,
Their natures and pre-formed faculties,
To monstrous state. Now could I, Casca name to thee a man
Most like this dreadful night,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol;
A man not mightier than thyself, or me,
In personal action, yet prodigious grown,
And fearful, as these strage eruptions are.
(Lines 56-78)
Casca
'Tis Caesar that you mean, is it not Cassius?(Line 79)
Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow
Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
In every place, slave here in Italy.
(Lines 85-88)
Cassius
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
Here no lion were not Romans hinds. (Lines 103- 106)
But, O grief,
Where hadst thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this
Before a willing bondman; then I know
My answer must made. But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.
(Lines 111-115)
Casca
You speak to Casca, and to such a man
That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand;
Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
And I will set this foor of mine as far
As who goes the furthest.
(Lines 116-120)
Cassius
Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
Some of the noblest-minded Romans
To undergo me an enterprise.
(Lines 121-123)
"A common slave, wou know him well by sight,
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remained unscorch'd.
Besides (I ha' not since put up my sword)
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glazed upon me, and surly by,
Without annoying me. And there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformed with their fear, who swore they saw
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets.
And yesterday the bird of night did sit,
Even at noonday upon the market place,
Hooting and shrieking. With these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
'These are their reasons, they are natural';
For I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that the point upon."
(Lines 15-32)
Cassius
You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman you so want,
Or else you use not. You look plae, and gaze,
And put in fear, and cast yoursel in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the heavens;
But if you would consider the true cause
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind
Why old men, fools, and children calculate,
Why all thesse things change from thir ordinanc,
Their natures and pre-formed faculties,
To monstrous state. Now could I, Casca name to thee a man
Most like this dreadful night,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol;
A man not mightier than thyself, or me,
In personal action, yet prodigious grown,
And fearful, as these strage eruptions are.
(Lines 56-78)
Casca
'Tis Caesar that you mean, is it not Cassius?(Line 79)
Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow
Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
In every place, slave here in Italy.
(Lines 85-88)
Cassius
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
Here no lion were not Romans hinds. (Lines 103- 106)
But, O grief,
Where hadst thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this
Before a willing bondman; then I know
My answer must made. But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.
(Lines 111-115)
Casca
You speak to Casca, and to such a man
That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand;
Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
And I will set this foor of mine as far
As who goes the furthest.
(Lines 116-120)
Cassius
Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
Some of the noblest-minded Romans
To undergo me an enterprise.
(Lines 121-123)
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