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Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him
This was the most unkindest cut of all ;
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty

And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,*
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
0, what a fall was there, my countrymen !
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold

Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here !
Here is himself, marrd, as you see, with traitors.

1 Cır. O, piteous spectacle !
2 Cir. O, noble Cæsar !
3 Cır. O, woful day!
4 Cır. O, traitors, villains !
1 Cır. O, most bloody sight!

2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge ! about ! -seek,—burn,---fire,-kill, --slay !-let not a traitor live!

Ant. Stay, countrymen. 1 Cit. Peace, there !– hear the noble Antony.

2 Cit. We'll hear him, we 'll follow him, we 'll die with him ! Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not

stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ;What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not That made them do it ;—they are wise and

honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts :

(*) Old text, statue.

I am no orator, as Brutus is ;

2 CIT. Go fetch fire. But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

3 Cit. Pluck down benches. That love my friend; and that they know full 4 Cır. Pluck down forms, windows, anything !(4) well

Exeunt Citizens with the body. That gave me public leave to speak of him.

Ant. Now let it work !-Mischief, thou art For I have neither wit," nor words, nor worth,

afoot, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,

Take thou what course thou wilt !
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

Enter a Servant.
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,

How now, fellow ? And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

SERV. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue

ANT. Where is he? In every wound of Cæsar, that should move

SERV. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him : CITIZENS. We'll mutiny!

He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus ! And in this mood will give us anything. 3 Cit. Away, then! come, seek the con- SERV. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius spirators!

Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me Ant. Belike they had some notice of the speak.

people, CITIZENS. Peace, ho! hear Antony, most noble How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. Antony.

[Exeunt. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know

not what : Wherein hath Cæsar thus desery'd


loves? Alas, you know not,-I must tell you then :

SCENE III.The same. A Street.
You have forgot the will I told you of.
CITIZENS. Most true ;—the will !— let's stay

Enter CINNA the Poet.
and hear the will!
Ant. Here is the will; and, under Cæsar's seal,
To every Roman citizen he gives -

Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with

Cæsar, To every several man,-seventy-five drachmas. 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar !—we'll revenge his

And things unlucky charge my fantasy: death.

I have no will to wander forth of doors, 3 Cir. O, royal Cæsar!

Yet something leads me forth.
Ant. Hear me with patience.
CITIZENS. Peace, ho !

Enter Citizens.
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his

walks, His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, 1 Cit. What is your name? On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,

2 Cit. Whither are you going ? And to your heirs for ever,--common pleasures, 3 Cit. Where do you dwell ? To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.

4 Crt. Are you a married man or a bachelor ? Here was a Cæsar! when comes such another ? 2 Cit. Answer every man directly.

1 Cit. Never, never !—Come, away, away ! 1 Cır. Ay, and briefly. We'll burn his body in the holy place,

4 Cır. Ay, and wisely. And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.

3 Cır. Ay, and truly, you were best. Take up the body.

Cin. What is my name? Whither am I

a Por I have neither wit,-] The folio 1623 has, -"neyther writ," &c.; an obvious error, which the second folio set right. See "Measure for Measure," Act V. Sc. 1,

“ Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,

That yet can do thee office?"
b And things unlucky-] The old text has, "unluckily: "
which Warburton corrected to unlucky, the reading generally
adopted. Mr. Collier's annotator, however, suggests unlikely, a
change Mr. Craik approves, but which we believe to be cer-
tainly wrong. To dream of feasting, as Steevens showed, was

inauspicious; and in North's Plutarch (Life of Brutus) we
have the restored word "unlucky” used precisely as here :-
" The first and chiefest, was Cæsars long tarying, who came very
late to the Senate : for, because the signes of the sacrifices ap-
peared unluckie, his wife Calphurnia kept him at home," &c.

c I have no will to wander forth, &c.] I have no inclination to wander out, &c.: so Shylock, in "The Merchant of Venice," Act II. Sc. 5,

“I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:

But I will go."

going? Where do I dwell ? Am I a married Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. man or a bachelor? Then, to answer every man 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces ! he's a conspirator. directly and briefly, wisely and truly ;-wisely, I Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the say, I am a bachelor.

poet. 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools 4 Cir. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him that marry :—you 'll bear me a bang for that, I

for his bad verses ! fear. Proceed ;-directly.

Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna ; 1 Cit. As a friend or an enemy?

pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him Cin. As a friend.

going.* 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.

3 Cit. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, 4 Cir. For your dwelling,-briefly.

ho! firebrands! To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

all! Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's ; 3 Cit. Your name, sir,-truly.

some to Ligarius'! away! go! [Exeunt.

1 - and turn him going.) So in "As You Like It,” Act III. Se. 1,

“Do this expediently, and turn him going."

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ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a The three-fold world divided, he should stand table.

One of the three to share it?

So you thought him; Ant. These many, then, shall die; their names And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, are prick’d.

In our black sentence and proscription. Oct. Your brother too must die; consent you, ANT. Octavius, I have seen more days than you : Lepidus ?

And though we lay these honours on this man, LEP. I do consent, —

To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, Ост.

Prick him down, Antony. He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, LEP. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Το

groan and sweat under the business, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

Either led or driven, as we point the way; Ant. He shall not live : look, with a spot I And having brought our treasure where we will, damn him.

Then take we down his load, and turn him off, But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house ;

Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine And graze in commons.
How to cut off some charge in legacies.


You may do your will ; LEP. What, shall I find


But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Oct. Or here, or at the Capitol.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and for that

Exit LEPIDUS. I do appoint him store of provender : Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,

It is a creature that I teach to fight, Meet to be sent on errands : is it fit,

To wind, to stop, to run directly on,

a Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.) This is, historically, an error. The individual meant, Lucius Cæsar, was the brother of Mark Antony's mother. Upton, therefore, concludes that Shakespeare wrote,

You are his sister's son," &c. b - I damn him.] I condemn him. So, quoted by Steevens, in “ Promos and Cassandra," Part II.,

"* Vouch safe to give my dampned husband lyfe."

forth ;

His corporal motion govern’d by my spirit. Nor with such free and friendly conference,
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so ;

As he hath us'd of old.
He must be taught, and train’d, and bid go


Thou hast describ'd A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds

A hot friend cooling : ever note, Lucilius, On abjects, orts," and imitations,

When love begins to sicken and decay, Which, out of use and stald by other men,

It useth an enforced ceremony. Begin his fashion : do not talk of him,

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith : But as a property. And now, Octavius,

But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Listen great things :-Brutus and Cassius

Make gallant show and promise of their mettle ; Are levying powers: we must straight make head: But when they should endure the bloody spur, Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,

They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? out; b

LUCIL. They mean this night in Sardis to be And let us presently go sit in council,

quarter'd, How covert matters may be best disclos’d,

The greater part: the horse in general, And open perils surest answered.

Are come with Cassius.

[March without Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, BRU.

Hark! he is arriv'd :And bay'd about with many enemies;

March gently on to meet him.
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.


Enter Cassius and Soldiers.

SCENE II.Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp

near Sardis.


Soldiers : TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.

Bru. Stand, ho !
LUCIL. Give the word, ho! and stand.
Bru. What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near ?

LUCIL. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
To do


salutation from his master,
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,
I shall be satisfied.

I do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear,
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

BRU. He is not doubted. —A word, Lucilius;
How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.

LUCIL. With courtesy and with respect enough ; But not with such familiar instances,

Cas. Stand, ho!
Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
[Without.] Stand.
[Without.] Stand.
[ Without.) Stand.
Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me

Bru. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother ?
Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides

And when you do them,

Cassius, be content;
Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well :-
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt.


& On abjects, orts, &c.] The old text is, " — Objects, Arts," &c., but the initials a and o appear to have been transposed by the compositor. Abjects are things thrown away as worthless ; and orts are scraps. There can be no necessity, therefore, to read, with Theobald and others,

"On abject orts,” &c. b Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd out ;] This is the lection of the second folio; the first printing, lamely enough,

“ Our best friends made, our means stretch'd;" We might read, with possibly a nearer approach to what the poet wrote,

"Our best friends made, our choicest means stretch'd out."

C - be content;] Be continent; be self-restrained.

griefs-) Grievances.' So in Act I, Sc. 3,

“Be factious for redress of all these griefs." e Lucilius, do you the like; &c.] Mr. Craik reads, with a mani. fest improvement of the old text,

"Lucius, do you the like, and let no man

Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.

Lucilius and Titinius, guard the door." By this change, the prosody of the first line is restored, and we have no longer the anomaly of an officer of rank and a servingboy associated together to watch the door,

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