The context of my passage is Marullus and Flavius are talking about how Caesar has been planning his every move so he can become an idol/king to the people of Rome, and Caesar is gaining to much respect and power, so he is beganing to feel like a leader to the people and to himself. For example Flavius said to Marullas "It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about And drive away the vulgar from the streets; So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck’d from Caesar’s wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness." This is really showing that Caesar has to much power and he is compared to a vulture glyding over head the Roman People as they are the prey. But then it says survile fearfulness, so thats also showing that their slaves/captives of Caesar becuase his power is overpowering all of Rome.
The reason me and my partner picked this and its significance is... The passage is foreshadowing what they want or what they will do to Caesar and what greatness Rome will be without his authority or command.
Page 22-24, Scene 1, Lines 33-75
Marullus: Where fore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? what tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you clim'b up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea,to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores? And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey’s blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Flavius: Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to the Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
(Exeunt all the Commoners)
See where their basest mettle be not mov’d; They vanish tongue-ties in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I Disrobe the images, If you do find them deck’d with ceremonies.
Marullus: May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flavius: It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about And drive away the vulgar from the streets; So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck’d from Caesar’s wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in fearfulness.
For my reading I have a duet and my partner is Lauren Burnett
