k

Sign'd in thy fpoil, and crimson'd in thy' Lethe

*O world, thou waft the foreft to this hart;

And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee.

m

How like a deer, ftricken by many princes,
Doft thou here lye!

Caf. Mark Antony, —

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Caffius;

The enemies of Cefar fhall fay this;
Then, in a friend, it is cold modefty.

Caf. I blame you not for praifing Cæfar fo,
But what compact mean you to have with us?
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
Or fhall we on, and not depend on you?

Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was indeed.
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cafar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all;
Upon this hope, that you fhall give me reasons,
Why and wherein Cæfar was dangerous,

Bru. Or elfe" were this a favage fpectacle;
Our reafons are fo full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the son of Cafar,
You fhould be fatisfied.

Ant. That's all I feek:

And am moreover fuitor, that I may
Produce his body to the market-place,

h R.'s octavo, Sing'd for Sign'd. iSo the fo's, R. W. J. and C; the reft, death for Letbe.

The following lines of this fpeech are omitted by P. and H. in their text,

but preferved in the margin.

1 The fo's and R. bart for beart. m The firft f. ftroken; C. ftrooken. n P.'s duodecimo, T. W. and J. this were for were this.

F 3

And

And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funéral.

Bru. You fhall, Mark Antony's '

Caf. Brutus, a word with you.

You know not what you do: Do not confent,
That Antony speak in his funeral :

Afide

Know you how much the people may be mov'd
By that which he will utter?

Bru. By your pardonor

I will myself into the pulpit firft,

And fhew the reason of our Cafar's death
What Antony shall speak, I will proteft wh
He speaks by leave and by permiffion;

And that we are contented, Cafar Thalle

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Have all true rites and lawful deremonies, 2 mot

It shall advantage more, than do us wrongwi meest
Caf. I know not what may fall; I like it not.z şə
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cafar's body!
You fhall not in your funeral fpeech blame us is
But speak all good you can devife of Cæfar; is soles u
And fay, you do 't by our permiffion :

Elfe fhall you not have any hand at all) od 10th Y

About his funeral: And you fhall fpeak

In the fame pulpit whereto I am going

After my speech is ended-anı alt or ybod als s

Ant. Be it fo;

I do defire no more.

Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us,

*། [Exeunt all but Antony.

Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with thefe butchers.

Thou art the ruins of the nobleft man

That ever lived in the tide of times,

Woe to the hand that fhed this coftly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,

(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curfe fhall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil ftrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and deftruction fhall be fo in ufe,
And dreadful objects fo familiar,

That mothers fhall but fmile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of wars
All pity choak'd with cuftom of fell deeds;
And Cafar's fpirit, ranging for revenge,
With Atè by his fide, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry havock, and let flip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed fhall fmell above the earth,

u

With carrion men, groaning for burial.

W

Enter Octavius's Servant.

You ferve Octavius Cæfar, do you not?

Ser. I do, Mark Antony.

Ant. Cæfar did write for him to come to Rome.
Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming:
And bid me say to you by word of mouth,—
O Cafar! -

[* Seeing the body.
Ant. Thy heart is big; get thee apart, and weep.
Paffion, I fee, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing thofe beads of forrow ftand in thine,

Begin to water. Is thy mafter coming?

Ser. He lies to-night within feven leagues of Rome.

Ant. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath chanc'd. Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,

No Rome of fafety for Octavius yet;

Hie hence, and tell him fo. Yet ftay a while;
Thou shalt not back, till I have born this corfe
Into the market place; There fhall I try,

In my oration, how the people take
The cruel iffue of these bloody men;
According to the which, thou fhalt discourse
To young Octavius of the ftate of things.
Lend me your hand.

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[Exeunt with the body.

SCENE III.

• The Forum.

Enter Brutus, Caffius, and the Plebeians.

Pleb. We will be fatisfied; let us be fatisfied.
Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
Caffius, go you into the other ftreet,

And part the numbers.

h

Those that will hear me fpeak, let 'em ftay here;

Thofe that will follow Caffius, go with him;

And public reasons shall be rendered

Of Cafar's death.

1 Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak.

2 Pleb. I will hear Caffius, and compare their reasons,

When feverally we hear them rendered,

[' Exit Caffius with fome of the Plebeians.
*Brutus goes into the Pulpit.

In R. and C. this is Scene 2; in P. the pulpit, for he fays, Then follow me,

H. W. and J. Sc. 5.

The fcene first described by R. f Here the fo's and R. direct, Enter Brutus, and goes into the pulpit ; and Caf. fius, with the Plebeians; C. Enter a throng of citizens, tumultuously; Brutus and Caffius; the reft, Enter Brutus, and mounts the reftra. Caffius, with the Plebeians. But Brutus has not yet mounted

and give me audience, friends; he would
not have faid follow me if he had been
in the pulpit.

g R.'s duodecimo, my for me.
h C. them for 'em.

i No direction in the fo's.
k This latter part is omitted here by
all but C. being improperly inferted by
them before.

3 Pleb.

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