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Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit : own,
So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, His time of fearing death.--Stoop, Romans, stoop, For the repealing of my banished brother?' And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood
Bru. I kiss thy band, but not in flattery, Cæsar; Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Cæs. What, Brutus !
Let’s all cry, Peace, Freedom, and Liberty! Cas.
Pardon, Cæsar : Cæsar, pardon : Cas. Stoop then, and wash.-How many ages As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
hence To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
Cæs. I could be well mov'd if I were as you; In states unborn, and accents yet unknown ! If I could pray to move, prayers would move me : Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, But I am constant as the northern star,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along, Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
No worthier than the dust! There is no fellow in the firmament.
So oft as that shall be, The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, So often shall the knot of us be call'd They are all fire, and every one doth shine; The men that gave their country liberty. But there's but one in all doth hold his place :
Re-enter ANTONY. So, in the world : "Tis furnish'd well with men, Bru. But here comes Antony.-Welcome, Mark And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Antony. Yet, in the number, I do know but one
Ant. O mighiy Cæsar! dost thou lie so low? That unassailable holds on his rank,
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Unshak'd of motion : and that I am he
Shrunk to this little measure ? - Fare thee well. Let me a little show it, even in this,
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend. That I was constant Cimber should be banish’d, | Who else must be let blood, who else is rank :* And constant do remain to keep him so.
If I myself, there is no hour so fit Cin. 0 Cæsar,
As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Cæs. . Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus ? Of kalf that worth as those your swords, made rich Dec. Great Cæsar,
With the most noble blood of all this world. Cæs.
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? I do beseech you, if you bear me hard, Casca. Speak, hands, for me.
Now, wbilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, [Casca stabs CÆSAR in the neck. CÆSAR Fulfil your pleasure, Live a thousand years,
catches hold of his arm. He is then stabbed I shall not find myself so apt to die
As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age. [Dies. The senators and people Bru. O Antony ! beg not your death of us.
retire in confusion. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, ... Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead !-- As, by our hands and this our present act, Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. You see we do, yet see you but our hands,
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, And this the bleeding business they have done : “ Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!".. Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful;
Bru. People and senators ! be not affrighted; And pity to the general wrong of Rome
Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, Dec.
And Cassius too. To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Bru. Where's Publius ?
Antony : Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts, Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Of brother's temper, do receive you in Cæsar's
| With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. Should chance
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any mau's Bru. Talk not of standing ;-Publius, gyod cheer; In the disposing of new dignities. There is no harm intended to your person,
Bru. Only be patient till we have appeas'd Nor to no Roman else : so tell them, Publius. | The multitude, beside themselves with fear;
Cas. And leave us, Publius : lest that the people, and then we will deliver you the cause, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him,
Bru. Do so ;-and let no man abide this deed | Have thus proceeded. But we the doers.
I doubt not of your wisdom, Re-enter TREBONIUS.
Let each man render me his bloody hand : Where is Antony? First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Tre. Fled to his house amaz’d:
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run, Now, Decius Brutus, yours ;-now yours, Metellus; As it were doomsday.
Yours, Cinna ;—and, my valiant Casca, yours;Bru, Fates ! we will know your pleasures : | Though last, not least in love, yours, goou TreThat we shall die we know; 'tis but the time,
bonius. And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Gentlemen all,-alas! what shall I say?
Cas. Why he that cuts off twenty years of life, My credit now stands on slippery ground, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
* Grown too high.
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, iThat ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! That I did love thee, Cæsar, 0, 'tis true :
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, To see tby Antony making his peace,
A curse shall light upon the limbs of meni Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
That mothers shall but smile when they bebold
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, With Até by bis side, come hot from hell, Sign’d in thy spoil, and crimson’d in thy lethe. Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, o world! thou wast the forest to this hart ; | Cry “Havock," and let slip the dogs of war; And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. That this foul deed shall smell above the earth How like a deer, stricken by many princes, | With carrion men groaning for burial. Dost thou here lie!
[Exit with Citizens bearing the body. Cas. Mark Antony,
SCENE.— The same. The Forum. "Pardon me, Caius Cassius; :Ant. The enemies of Cæsar shall say this;
Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a throng of Then in a friend it is cold modesty.
Citizens. Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so; Cit. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied. But what compact mean you to have with us! Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
friends. Or shall we on, and not depend on you ?
Cassius, go you into the other street, Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was And part the numbers.indeed
Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here; Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar. Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; Friends am I with you all, and love you all; And public reasons shall be rendered Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons of Cæsar's death. Why and wherein Cæsar was dangerous.
1 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak. Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle. 2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their Our reasons are so full of good regard,
reasons, That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar, When severally we hear them rendered. You should be satisfied.
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. Ant. That's all I seek :
BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum. And am, moreover, suitor that I may
3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence ! Produce his body to the market-place ;
Bru. Be patient till the last. And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my Speak in the order of bis funeral.
cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe Bru. You shall, Mark Antony,
me for mine honour; and have respect to mine Cas. Brutus, a word with you.- honour, that you may believe: censure me in your
[Aside. wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may You know not what you do: Do not consent the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, That Antony speak in his funeral:
any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Know you how much the people may be moy'd Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than his. If By that which he will utter?
then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Bru.
By your pardon; -Cæsar, this is my answer,--Not that I loved Cæsar I will myself into the pulpit first,
less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you And show the reason of our Cæsar's death : rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves ; than What Antony shall speak, I will protest
that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men? As He speaks by leave and by permission;
Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was forCas. I know not what may fall; I like it not. tunate, 1 rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour,
Bru. Mark Antony, here take you Cæsar's body. him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him: There You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, is tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; honour But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar; for his valour; and death, for his ambition. Who And say you do’t by our permission;
is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, Else shall you not have any hand at all
speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so About his funeral.
rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; Be it so;
for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, I do desire no more.
that will not love his country? If any, speak; Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
(Exeunt all but Antony and some Citizens. Cit. None, Brutus, none, Ant. 0, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
[Several speaking at once. That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
no more to Cæsar than you shall do to Brutus.
The question of bis death is enrolled in the Capitol ; , And Brutus is an honourable man.
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Enter ANTONY and others, with CÆSAR's body. Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: And, sure, he is an honourable man. who, though he had no hand in his death, shall I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the But here I am to speak what I do know. commonwealth: As wbich of you sball not? You all did love him once, not without cause; With this I depart: That, as I slew ny best lover | What cause with holds you then to mourn for him ? for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, myself, when it shall please my country to need And men bave lost their reasons !-Bear with me; my death,
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!
And I must pause till it come back to me. 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his :1 Cit. Methinks there is much reason in bis house.
sayings. 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. I 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, 3 Cit. Let bim be Cæsar.
Cæsar has had great wrong. 4 Cit. Cæsar's better parts 3 Cit.
Has he, masters ? Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
I fear there will a worse come in bis place. 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts 4 Cit. Now mark bim, he begins again to speak, and clamours.
Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Bru. My countrymen,
Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, 2 Cit.
Peace; silence ! Brutus speaks. And none so pour to do him reverence. 1 Cit. Peace, ho !
| O masters! if I were disposed to stir Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: | I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech | Who, you all know, are honourable men; Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Antony, I will not do them wrong; I rather choose By your permission, is allow'd to make.
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, I do entreat you not a man depart,
Than I will wrong such honourable men. Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar;
1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Autony. I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
3 Cit. Let bim go up into the public chair; Let but the commons hear this testament We'll bear bim: Noble Antony, go up.
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you. ! and they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ?
And dip their napkins* in his sacred blood; 3 Cit.
He says for Brutus’ sake, Yea, beg a hair of bim for memory, He finds himself beholding to us all.
And, dying, mention it witbin their wills, 4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, here.
Unto their issue. 1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant.
4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark 3 Cit. Nay, that's certain: 1
Antony. We are bless'd that Rome is rid of him.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not 2 Cit. Peace ; let us hear what Antony can say.
read it; Ant. You gentle Romans,
It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. Cit.
Peace, ho! let us hear him. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me And, being men, bearing the will of Cæsar, your ears;
It will inflame you, it will make you mad: I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise bim.
"Tis good you know not that you are his beirs; The evil that men do lives after them;
For if you should, 0, what would come of it! The good is oft interred with their bones;
4 Cit. Read the will; we'll bear it, Antony; So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus You shall read us the will; Cæsar's will. Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious :
Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ? If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.
And let me show you him that made the will. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest Shall I descend? And will you give me leave ? (For Brutus is an honourable man ;
Cit. Come down. Su are they all, all honourable men),
2 Cit. Descend. (He comes down from the pulpit. Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.
Cit. Stand back ! room! bear back! He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. But Brutus says, he was ambitious;
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Cæsar put it on :
Tbat day he overcame the Nervji:
Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: When that the poor bave cried, Cæsar hath wept : See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Through this, the well-belov'd Brutus stabb'd; Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny." Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd'it,
Cit. We'll mutiny. As rusbing out of doors, to be resolv'd
1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus ! If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;
3 Cit. Away then ; come, seek the conspirators! For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel: Ant. Yet bear, me countrymen; yet Lear me Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him.
speak. This was the most unkindest cut of all;
Cit. Piace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Antony. Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Ant. Why friends, you go to do you know not Quite vanquish'd him ; then burst bis mighty heart;
what: And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves ? Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Alas, you know not-I must tell you then :Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. You have forgot the will I told you of. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Cit. Most true; the will:- let's stay, and hear Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
the will. Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
Ant. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. 0, now, you weep; and, I perceive, you feel, To every Roman citizen he gives, The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! we'll revenge bis death. Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, 3 Cit. O royal Cæsar! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. Ant. Hear me with patience. 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !
Cit. Peace, ho! 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!
• Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, 3 Cit. O woful day!
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, 4 Cit. O traitors, villains !
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, 2 Cit. We will be revenged : revenge; about, — And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, i seek, -burn,-fire,---kill, -slay!let not a traitor To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. live.
Here was a Cæsar! When comes such another? Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not i Cit. Never, never! Come, away, away! stir you up
We'll burn the body in the holy place, To such a sudden flow of mutiny.
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. They that have done this deed are honourable; Take up the body. What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not, 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. That made them do it; they are wise and honour 3 Cit. Plúck down benches. able,
4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, anything. And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
[Exeunt Citizens, with the body. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts :
Ant. Now let it work! Mischief, thou art afout, I am no orator, as Brutus is;
Take thou what course thou wilt !-How now, But as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
fellow ? That love my friend ; and that they know full well
Enter a Servant. That gave me public leave to speak of him. Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Ant. Where is he? Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
Ant And thither will I straight to visit him: I tell you that which you yourselves do know; He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb And in this mood will give us anything. mouths,
Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius And bid them speak for me; But were I Brutus, Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Ant. Belike they bad some notice of the peo, le, Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.' In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
SCENE.— Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp near | Bru. He greets me well.Your master, Pin
In his own change, or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone : but if he be at hand Bru. Stand, ho!
I shall be satisfied. ! Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.
| Pin. I do not doubt · Bru. What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near ? But that my noble master will appear
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come such as he is, full of regard and honour. To do you salutation from his master.
Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius; [Pindarus gives a letter to BRUTUS. How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough, | Bru. Away, slight man ! But not with such familiar instances,
Cas. Is't possible? Nor with such free and friendly conference,
Hear me, for I will speak. As he hath used of old.
i Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Bru.
Thou bast describid Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, | Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all When love begins to sicken and decay,
this? It useth an enforced ceremony.
Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud There are no tricks in plain and simple faith ;
heart break; But hollow men, like horses hot at band,
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? But when they should endure the bloody spur, Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch They fall their crests, and, liké deceitful jades, | Under your testý humour! By the gods, Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
You shall digesť the venom of your spleen, Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be Though it do split you! for, from this day forth quarter'd.
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, The greater part, the horse in general,
When you are waspish. Are come with Cassius. [March within.
Is it come to this ? Bru.
Hark, he is arriv’d: | Bru. You say you are a better soldier: Marcb gently on to meet him...
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in | me, Brutus; this:
I said an elder soldier, not a better:
If you did, I care not. Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Cas. When Cæsar liv'd he durst not thus have Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
mov'd me. Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have case.
tempted him. Cas." In such a time as this it is not meet
Cas. I durst not? That every nice* offence should bear its comment. | Bru. No.
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Cas. What? durst not tempt him? Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; Bru.
For your life you durst not. To sell and mart your offices for gold
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love ; To undeservers.
| I may do that I shall be sorry for. Cas. I an itching palm ?
| Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. You know that you are Brutus that speak this, There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. For I am arm’d so strong in honesty, . Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corrup That they pass by me as the idle wind, tion,
Which I respect not. I did send to you And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; Cas. Chastisement !
For I can raise no money by vile means: Bru. Remember March, the ides of March By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, remember!
And drop my blood for drachmas,* than to wring. Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake ? From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, | By any indirection! I did send And not for justice? What, shall one of us, To you for gold to pay my legions, That struck the foremost man of all this world Which you denied me : Was that done like Cassius? But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
Wben Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, And sell the mighty space of our large honours To lock such rascal counters from his friends, For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? - Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts, I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Dash him to pieces ! Than such a Roman.
I denied you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas. I did not:-he was but a fool To hedge me in ;I I am a soldier, I,
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd Older in practice, abler than yourself
my heart: To make conditions.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, Bru.
Go to; you are not, Cassius. | But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Cas. I am.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Bru. I say you are not.
Cas. You love me not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Bru,
I do not like your faults. Ilave mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A fatterer's would not, though they do * Nice here means trifling. Bait, bark at.
appear | Hedge me in means omit my authority
• Drachmas means coins,