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I found it in his closet, 'tis his will;
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
able And will no doubt with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, That love my friends, and that they know full
well, That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood, I only speak right on; I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb
mouths, And bid them speak for me; but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny!"
This oration fired the Roman people to mutiny, and Brutus and Cassius with their followers fled from the city and prepared for war with Antony and Octavius, who had suddenly returned to Rome.
The passionate quarrel between Brutus and Cassius in their military camp at Sardis was a natural outcome of conspirators.
Cassius accused Brutus of having wronged him, and Brutus twitted his brother assassin thus:
“Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cassius fires back this reply: "I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or by the gods this speech were else your last!”
The night before the battle of Philippi the spirit of Cæsar appeared in the tent of Brutus, who startles from a slumbering trance and exclaims:
“Ha! who comes here?
The Ghost replies:
"Thy evil spirit, Brutus !
Brutus: Why comest thou?
The armies of Antony and Octavius and Brutus and Cassius meet in crash of battle.
Cassius is hotly pursued by the enemy, and to prevent capture and exhibition at Rome, craves the service of Pindrus to run him through with his sword. He says:
“Now be a freeman, and with this good sword That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this
bosom. Stand not to answer; here, take thou the hilt; And when my face is covered, as ʼtis now, Guide thou the sword; Cæsar, thou art revenged, Even with the sword that killed thee!” (Dies.)
Brutus is run to earth, and most of his generals dead or fled. He implores Strato to assist him to suicide, and says:
“I pray thee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord;
Thou art a fellow of good respect;
(Runs on his sword and dies.)
Antony and Octavius and his army soon find Brutus slain by his own sword, and with a most magnificent and undeserved generosity Antony pronounces this benediction over the dead body of the vilest and most intelligent conspirator who ever lived !
“This was the noblest Roman of them all;
The whole audience, led by Southampton, Essex, Bacon and Drayton gave three cheers and a lion roar for "Julius Cæsar," the greatest historical and classical play ever composed, and destined to run down the ages for a million years !