Monologue

Casca Monologue from Julius Caesar

From Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare

male · dark · 1:10 min

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A common slave, you’d 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 glared 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 noonday upon the marketplace, Hooting 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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Casca describes a series of ominous and supernatural events that he believes are signs of impending chaos in Rome, reflecting his growing fear and confusion about the state of the world around him.

30s · fear · omens · fate · supernatural · chaos

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