Julius Caesar- Solo Acting

The scene I chose to act out is when Cassius flatters Brutus so that he is seduced to join the conspirators. This takes place when Caesar and his train is off to run through Anthony’s race but Brutus decides not to join with them and Cassius takes notice and quickly takes his chance to persuade noble Brutus. This passage is a monologue of Cassius’s thoughts about Caesar. From his experiences with Caesar, he supports that Caesar is unworthy and weak to rule the vast Rome by himself. He also complains to Brutus on how Caesar is disrespectful towards the people who have helped him by emphasizing how badly Caesar is mistreating him as a person who must bow if Caesar condescends to nod to him.

The passage is in Act 1, scene 2, lines 89~130(pg’s 32~34)

Cassius-
I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favor.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you;
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Endure the winter’s cold as well as he:
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
Caesar said to me, ‘Dar’st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?’ Upon the word,
Accountred as I was, I plunged in
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roar’d, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
Caesar cried, ‘Help me, Cassius, or I sink.’
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake; ‘tis true, this god did shake;
How coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his luster; I did hear him groan;
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
Alas, it cried, ‘Give me some drink, Titinius,’
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.