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Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels,
With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome.
Bru. Soft, who comes here A friend of Antony's.
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down; [Kneeling.
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Caesar was mighty, royal, bold, and loving :
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
Say, I fear'd Caesar, honour’d him, and lov’d him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolv'd
How Caesar hath deserv'd to lie in death :
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead,
So well as Brutus living; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
With all true faith. So says my master, Antony.
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfy'd; and, by my honour,
Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Erit SERVANt.
Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friend.
Cas. I wish we may : but yet have I a mind, That fears him much.
Bru. But here he comes. Welcome, Mark Antony
Ant. O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure ? fare thee well.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank;
If I myself, there is no hour so fit,
As Caesar's death's-hour; nor no instrument
Of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die:
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master-spirits of this age.
Bru. O Antony beg not your death of us:
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands, and this our present act,
You see we do ; yet see you but our hands,
Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful;
And pity for the general wrong of Rome,
Hath done this deed on Caesar: for your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony;
And our hearts, of brothers' temper, do receive you in,
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, In the disposing of new dignities.
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
The multitude, beside themselves with fear;
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
Let each man render me his bloody hand;
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; .
Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus;
Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Gentlemen all alas! what shall I say :
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
Either a coward, or a flatterer.
That I did love thee, Caesar, oh, 'tis true :
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse?
Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better, than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me, Julius here wast thou bay’d, good
hart: - -
Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand,
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy death.
Cas. Mark Antony
Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
The enemies of Caesar shall say this:
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Cas. I blame you not for praising Caesar so,
But what compact mean you to have with us
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends,
Or shall we on, and not depend on you ? -
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was in-
Sway’d from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
Bru. Or else this were a savage spectacle.
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied.
Ant. That's all I seek;
And am moreover suitor, that I may
Produce his body in the market-place,
And in the rostrum, 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 Bru. By your pardon, I will myself into the rostrum first, And show the reason of our Cassar's death. What Antony shall speak, I will protest He speaks by leave, and by permission; And that we are contented Caesar shall Have all due 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, You shall not in your funeral-speech blame us, But speak all good you can devise, of Caesar; 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 rostrum 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. [Ereunt all but ANToNY. Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of 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. Woe to the hand, that shed this costly 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 curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic 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 by the hands of war;
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds;
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall, in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry, Havoc and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth. [Erit.
Enter BRUTUs, and mounts the Rostrum ; Cassius with the PLEBEIANs.
1 Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended : silence 1
Bru. Be patient to the last. Romans, countrymen, 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 Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer; not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Hadyou rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men . As Caesar 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 are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition. Who's here so base, that would be a bondman if any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here