“ O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, shrunk to this little measure? ”
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (1623). copy citation
| Author | William Shakespeare |
|---|---|
| Source | Julius Caesar |
| Topic | death glory smallness |
| Date | 1623 |
| Language | English |
| Reference | |
| Note | Written in 1599 |
| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1120/pg1120-images.html |
Context
“I wish we may, but yet have I a mind
That fears him much, and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose. Re-enter Antony. BRUTUS. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony.
ANTONY. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank. If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar's death's hour, nor no instrument” source
That fears him much, and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose. Re-enter Antony. BRUTUS. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony.
ANTONY. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank. If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar's death's hour, nor no instrument” source
