Julius Caesar, [1.3.3-13]. 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 theh 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.”

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