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Monologues for Men

CASCA.

Are not you mov’d, when all the sway of earth

Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,

I have seen tempests when the scolding winds

Have riv’d the knotty oaks, and I have seen

Th’ ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,

To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds;

But never till tonight, never till now,

Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

Either there is a civil strife in heaven,

Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,

Incenses them to send destruction.

A common slave—you 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, remain’d unscorch’d.

Besides—I ha’ not since put up my sword—

Against the Capitol I met a lion,

Who glaz’d upon me, and went 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 noon—day upon the market-place,

Howting and shrieking. When 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 they point upon.

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