Produce his body to the market-place; .
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.

Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.

Cas. .. Brutus, a word with you You know not what you do; Do not consent,

[ Aside.
That Antony speak in his funeral:
Know you how much the people may be mov'd
By that which he will utter?
Brú.

By your pardon;
I will myself into the pulpit first,
· And show the reason of our Cæsar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission;
And that we are contented, Cæsar shall
Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong. .

Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not.

Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body.
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar;
And say, you do't by our permission;
Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral: And you shall speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.
Ant.

Be it so;
I do desire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. -

[Exeunt all but ANTONY.
Ant. O, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers !
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
That ever lived in the tide of times.

Be it so;

in the tide of times.] That is, in the course of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue;
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestick fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds: .
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,

Cry Havock, and let slip? the dogs of war;
'That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

With carrion men, groaning for burial,

Enter a Servant.
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not?

Serv. I do, Mark Antony.
Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome.

Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming:
And bid me say to you by word of mouth,
O Cæsar!

[Seeing the Body. Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Began to water. Is thy master coming? Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of

Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what

hath chanc'd: : Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Octavius yet; Hie lience, and tell him so. Yet, stay a while; Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corse Into the market-place: there shall I try, In my oration, how the people take The cruel issue of these bloody men; According to the which, thou shalt discourse To young Octavius of the state of things. Lend me your hand. [Exeunt, with CÆSAR's Body.

SCENE II.
The same. The Forum.

Enter Brutus and Cassius, and a Throng of

Citizens.
Cit. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. '
Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience,

i friends.
Cassius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers.---
Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here;
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And publick reasons shall be rendered
Of Cæsar's death.
1 Cit. :

I will hear Brutus speak, : 2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their . reasons, When severally we hear them rendered. [Exit Cássius, with some of the Citizens,

BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum. .. 3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended; Silence!

Bru. Be patient till the last,

Romans, countryinen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus’ love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer, Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men? As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him: There is tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for hiin have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. Cit. None, Brutus, none."

[Several speaking at once. Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.

Enter Antony and Others, with CÆSAR's Body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the tommonwealth; As which of you shall not ? With

this I depart; That, as I slew my best lovers for the
good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,
when it shall please my country to need my death.

Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!
i Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his

house,
2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar.
4 Cit.

Cæsar's better parts
Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
i Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts

and clamours..
Bru. My countrymen,
2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
i Cit. Peace, ho!.

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: ..
Do grące to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech
Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Antony,
By our permission is allow'd to make.

I do entreat you, not a man depart, · Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit.

i Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.

3 Cit. Let him go up into the publick chair;
We'll hear him: Noble Antony, go up.

Ant. For Brutus' sake, I'am beholden to you.
4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus?
3 Cit.

He says, for Brutus' sake,
He finds himself beholden to us all.
A Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus

here.
i Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant.

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