Caesar [To the Soothsayer] The Ides of March are come. Soothsayer Ay, Caesar, but not gone.
A bit of foreshadowing. Julius questions the prediction of the Soothsayer, and says that the day of his prediction is here. The Soothsayer responds that the day isn't over yet.
Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
Caesar refers to himself in third person, almost narrating himself. This supplements the idea that Caesar is vain and feels himself to be superior. He calls himself valiant, a general, and differentiates himself from cowardliness.
Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper PortiaBrutus, my lord!BrutusPortia! What are you doing? Why are you awake now? It's not good for your health to bring yourself and your weak disposition out into such a raw, cold morning.PortiaIt's not good for your health either. You suddenly left our bed, and yesterday during dinner you suddenly got up and walked around, thinking to yourself and sighing with your arms crossed. When I asked you what was wrong, you stared at me angrily. I asked you again, and you scratched your head and stamped impatiently with your foot. PerformanceLines 238-257[Click to launch video.]You suddenly arose, and walked about, Musing, and sighing, with your arms across. And when I asked you what the matter was, You stared upon me with ungentle looks. I urged you further; then you scratched your head, And too impatiently stamped with your foot. Yet I insisted, yet you answered not, But with an angry wafture of your hand Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did, Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seemed too much enkindled, and withal (Portia)I still insisted, and you still didn't answer, but signaled with an angry wave that I should leave you. So I did, since I was afraid of making your impatience worse when it already seemed to be too strong. I hoped it was just the kind of strange mood that everyone gets once in awhile. This mood won't let you eat, or talk, or sleep. Brutus, if this mood could change your body as much as it's changed your disposition, I wouldn't recognize you. My dear lord, tell me what is causing you this grief.Hoping it was but an effect of humor, Which sometime hath his hour with every man. It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep, And could it work so much upon your shape As it hath much prevailed on your condition, I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
Portia is noticing that Brutus has something heavy on his mind, which is consuming him inside out. He's not looking at her, not sleeping, or eating. He says that he is simply sick, but Portia doesn't believe it. She's making him feel bad for not telling her for what is wrong, by comparing herself to a prostitute.
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France,we shall fight on the seas and oceans,we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be,we shall fight on the beaches,we shall fight on the landing grounds,we shall fight in the fields and in the streets,we shall fight in the hills;
Sound Devices, repetition