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Julius Cæsar, I. iii  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, 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.

Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow?

Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius. Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.

Cic. Good-night then, Casca: this disturbed sky Is not to walk in.

Casca. Farewell, Cicero.

Exit Cicero.

Enter Cassius.

Cas. Who's there?

Casca. A Roman.

Cas. Casca, by your voice.

Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!

Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men.

Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

Cas. Those that have known the earth so full of faults. For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Submitting me unto the perilous night,  26 bird of night: owl 32 climate: clime, region point upon: apply to 33 strange-disposed: of strange character 34 after fashion: according to men's own human predilection 35 Clean purpose: quite apart from the true meaning 39 sky: air, state of weather 42 what night: what a night 