Brutus
it must be by his death, and for my part
i know no personal cause to spurn at him
but for the general. he would be crowned.
how that might change his nature, there's the question.
it is the bright day that brings forth the adder
and that craves wary walking. crown him that,
and then i grant we put a sting in him
that at his will he may do danger with.
th' abuse of greatness is when it disjoins
remorse from power. and, to speak truth of caesar,
i have not known when his affections swayed
more than his reason. but 'tis a common proof
that lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
whereto the climber upward turns his face.
but when he once attains the upmost round,
he then unto the ladder turns his back,
looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
by which he did ascend. so caesar may.
then, lest he may, prevent. and since the quarrel
will bear no color for the thing he is,
fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,
would run to these and these extremities.
and therefore think him as a serpent's egg—
which, hatched, would as his kind grow mischievous—
and kill him in the shell.

caesar's main fault, according to brutus in this scene, is that he (5 points)
a)may change
b)will lead
c)cannot be fair
d)lost the crown

Which excerpts from the war of the worldseffectively use setting to provide a contrast to the horror of the plot? (select all that apply.)the war of the worldshe remained standing at the edge of the pit that the thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, astonished chiefly at its unusual shape and colour, and dimly perceiving even then some evidence of design in its arrival. the early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards weybridge, was already warm. they shouted consolation and promises, and went off back to the town again to get . one can imagine them, covered with sand, excited and disordered, running up the little street in the bright sunlight just as the shop folks were taking down their shutters and people were opening their bedroom windows. it was glaringly hot, not a cloud in the sky nor a breath of wind, and the only shadow was that of the few scattered pine trees. the burning heather had been extinguished, but the level ground towards ottershaw was blackened as far as one could see, and still giving off vertical streamers of smoke. an enormous hole had been made by the impact of the projectile, and the sand and gravel had been flung violently in every direction over the heath, forming heaps visible a mile and a half away. the heather was on fire eastward, and a thin blue smoke rose against the dawn.