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. I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins !
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What’s to do?
Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men
whole. [make sick?
Lig. But are not some whole, that we must
Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
To whom it must be done.
Lig. Set on your foot; -
And, with a heart new-fir’d, I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
That Brutus leads me on. -
Bru. Follow me then.
S C E N E II.
- Catsar's Palace.
Thunder and lightning. Enter Cesar, in his night-gown.
Cats. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace
to-night: -
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cry’d out,
Help, ho! They murder Casar. Who's within
Enter a Servant,
Serr. My lord?. -
Cats. Go, bid the priests do present sacrifice,
And bring me their opinions of success.
Serv. I will, my lord.
Enter Calphurnia.
Cal. What mean you, Casar? Think you to walk
You shall not stir out of your house to-day. [forth :
- Cats. Casar shall forth : the things that threat-
en’d me, -
Ne'er look'd but on Hoy back; when they shall see
The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
Cal. Casar, I never stood on ceremonies',
Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
A lioness hath whelped in the streets; £dead:
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,
In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war,
Which ão blood upon the Capitol :
The noise of battle hurtled” in the air,
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan;
And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets.
O Casar these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them. -
Cats. What can be avoided,
Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods?
Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions
Are to the world in general, as to Caesar.
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets
seen ; [princes.
The heavens themselves blaze forth the . of
Cats.Cowards diemanytimes beforetheirdeaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

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Will come, when it will come.

- Re-enter a Serrant.

What say the augurers? [day. Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to

|Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,

They could not find a heart within the beast.
Cats. The gods do this in shame of cowardice:
Casar should be a beast without a heart,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
No, Casar shals not: danger knows full well,
That Caesar is more dangerous than he.
We were two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible;
And Caesar shall go forth. * .
Cal. Alos, my lord,
Your wisdom i

om is consum’d in confidence. Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear, That keeps you in the house, and not your own. We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate-house; And he shall say, you are not well to-day : Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. Cots. Mark Antony, shall say, I am not well; And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. Enter Decius. Here's DeciusPrutus,he shall tell them so.[Caesar: Dec. Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy I come to fetch you to the senate-house. * -Cars. And you are come in very happy time, To bear iny greeting to the senators, And tell them, that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser; I will not come to-day : Tell them so, Decius. Cal. Say, he is sick. ". Cars. Shall Caesar send a lye? Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?— Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come. [cause, Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some Lest I be ...i at, when I tell them so. Cars. The cause is in my will, I will not come; That is enough to satisfy the senate. But, for your private satisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know. Calphurmia here, my wife, stays me at home; She dreamt to-night she saw my statue, . Which, like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans Came smiling, and did bath, their hands in it. And these does she apply for warnings, and porAnd evils imminent; and on her knee [tents, Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day. Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted; It was a vision, fair and fortunate: Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, In which somany smiling Romans bath'd, Signifies, that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood; and that great men shall press

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

For tinctures, stains, relicks, and cognisance '.

i. e. I never paid a ceremonious or superstitious regard to prodigies or omens. . .” To hurtle is,

so to clash, or move with violence and noise. o

''There are two allusions in this speech; one

coats armorial, to which princes make additions, or give new tinctures, and new marks of cognisance: the other to martyrs, whose reliques are preserved with veneration.—The Romans, says Decius, all

come to you as to a saint, for reliques, as to a Prince, for honours,

This

This by Calphurnia's dream is signify’d.
Cors. And this way have you well expounded it.
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can
And know it now; the Senate have concluded [say;
To give, this day, a crown to mighty Caesar.
If you shall send them word, you will not come,
Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock,
Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,
“Break up the senate ’till another time,
“WhenCaesar'swifeshallmeetwithbetterdreams.”
If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
“Lo, Caesar is afraid " ' "
Pardon me, Casar; for my dear, dear love
To your proceeding bids ine tell you this;
And reason to my love is liable'. [phurnia'
Cats. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal-
I am ashamed I did yield to them.—
Give me my robe, for I will go:-
Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca,
Treborous, and Cinna.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Pub. Good morrow, Caesar.
Cars. Welcome, Publius.-
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?—
Good-morrow, Casca.--Caius Ligarius,
Casar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As that same ague which hath made you lean.—
What is't o'clock?
Bru. Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
Cats. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
- Enter Antony.
See Antony, that revels long o' nights,
Is notwithständing up —Good morrow, Antony.
Ant. So to most noble Caesar.
Cars. Bid them prepare within :—
I am to blame to be thus waited for.— [nius !
Now, Cinna –Now, Metellus:—What, Trebo-
I have an hour's talk in store for you; -
Remember that you call on me to-day:
Be near me, that I may remember you.
Treb. Caesar, I will: and so near will I be,
- [Aside.
That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
Cats. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine
with me;
And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
... Bru. That every like is not the same, O Caesar
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Here will I stand, till Cesar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this. My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. If thou read this, O Casar, thou may’stlive; If not, the fates with traitors do contrive". [Exit. S C E N E IV. , Another part of the same Street. Enter Portia, and Lucius. Por. I pr’ythee, boy, run to the senate-house; Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone: Why dost thou stay Luc. To know my errand, madam. [gain, Por. I would have had thee there, and here aEre I can tell thee what thou should'st do there. Q constancy, be strong upon my side Set a huge thountain 'tween my fieart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. How hard is it for women to keep counsel! Art thou here yet? Luc. Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing clse? And so return to you, and nothing else? [well, Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look For he went sickly forth: And take good note, What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that : Luc. I hear none, madam. Por. Pr'ythee, listen well: I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, And the wind brings it from the Capitol. Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing. Enter Soothsayer. Por, Come hither, fellow : Which way hast thou been 2 Sooth. At mine own house, good lady. Por. What is’t o'clock? Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady. Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol. [not : Por. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou Sooth. That I have, lady, if it will please Casar To be so good to Caesar, as to hear me: 5|s shall beseech him to befriend himself. Por, Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him * [fear may chance. Sooth, None that I know will be, much that I Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow : The throng that follows Caesar at the heels, Qf senators, of praetors, common suitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Caesar as he comes along. [Exit. Por. I must goin.-Ay me ! how weak a thing The heart of woman is O Brutus ! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize Sure, the boy o me :-Brutus hath a suit, That Caesar will not grant.—O, I grow faint:— Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Say, I am merry: come to me again, And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

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: i.e. subordinate. i. e. the fates join with traitors in contriving thy destruction,

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S C E N E I.
The Street, and then
The Capitol: the Senate sitting.
Flourish. Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, 5

Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lopidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and 1he Soothsayer. Cats. Tils. ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Caesar, but not gone. Art. Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule. Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit... [suit Art. O, Caesar, read mine first; for mine’s a That touches Caesar nearer: Read it, great Caesar. Cats. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv’d. Art. Delay not, Casar; read it instantly. Cars. What, is the fellow mad? Pub. Sirrah, give place. Cas. What urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. [Caesar enters the Capitol, the rest following.] Pop. I wish your enterprize to-day may thrive. Cas. What enterprize, Popilius Pop. Fare you well. Bru. What said Popilius Læna? [thrive. Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might I fear, our purpose is discover'd. him. Bru. Look, how he makes to Caesar: Mark Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done : If this be known, Cassius, or Caesar, never shall turn back, For I will slay myself. Bru. Cassius, be constant: Popilius Læna speaks not of our purposes; | For, look, he smiles, and Casar doth not change. Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Ertunt Ant. and Treb. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber: Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Casar. , [him. Bru. He is addrest': press near, and second Cin. Casca, you are the first that rear your hand. Cats. Are we all ready ? What is now amiss, That Caesar, and his senate, must redress? Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, MetellusCimberthrows before thy seat [Kneeling. An humbleheart:Cats. I must prevent thee, Cimber, These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Might fire the blood of ordinary men;

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Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar; Qesiring thee, that Publius Cimber may Haye an immediate freedom of repeal. Cars, What, Brutus ! Cas. Pardon, Casar; Caesar, pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Cats. I could be well mov’d, if I were as you ; If I could pray to move, prayers would moveme:

25|But I am constant as the northern star,

Qf whose true-fixt, and resting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
So, in the world; 'Tis furnish’d well with men,
§nd men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive";
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
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Let me a little shew it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
Cin. O Caesar, o
Cas. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Casar,
Cars. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Casca, Speak, hands, for me.
- [They stab Catsar.
Cars. Et tu, Brute?—Then fall, Caesar!
[Dies.
Cin, Liberty Freedom | Tyranny is dead –
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Cas. Sometothecommon pulpits, and o out,
“Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement to
Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted;
Fly not; stand still:—ambition's debt is paid,
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
Dec, And Cassius too.

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Bru, Where's Publius?

* Dr. Johnson proposes to

read, “the law of children. That is, change pre-ordinance and decree into the law of children; into such

slight determinations as every start of will would alter.”

: i.e. susceptible of fear, or other passions,

Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Should chance [Casar's Bru. Talk not of standing:—Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else': so tell them, Publius. Cas.And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Bru. Do so;-and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers. Re-enter Trebonius. Cas. Where is Antony Tre. Fled to his house amaz'd: Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, As it were dooms-day. Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know ; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death.--Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Casar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place: And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry, Peace Freedom and Liberty! Cas. Stoop then, and wash.-How many ages hence, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn, and accents yet unknown Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleedinsport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along, No worthier than the dust? Cus. So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be call'd The men that gave their country liberty. Dec. What, shall we forth : Cas. Ay, every man away; Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Enter a Servant. Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. [kneel; Serr. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down; And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say, Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Casar was mighty, bold, royal, and lowing: 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 Casar hath deserv'd to lie in death, Mark Antony shall not love Casar dead So well as Brutus living; but will follow The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,

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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 satisfied; and, by my honour, Depart untouch'd. Serv. I'll fetch him presently. Bru. I know, that we joia friend. Cas. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind, That fears him much ; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose. Re-enter Antony. Bru. But here comes Antony. 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 thatyon, as those your swords, made ric With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, [smoke, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and 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 Cæsar, and by you cut oil, 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, And this the bleeding business they have done; Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful; And pity to the general wrong of Rome (As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity) Hath done this deed on Casar. For your part, . To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Qur arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts, Qf brother's temper, do receive you in, With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence". Cus. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, In the disposing of new dignities. Iru. 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, Have thus proceeded. 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, Polo Brutus, yours;–now yours, Metellus;–

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Though last, not least in love, yours, good Tre-
bonius.
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, O, '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 m; Julius!—Herewast thou bay'd, brave
mart;
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe'.
O world ! thou wast the forest to this härt;
And, this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.—
How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie?
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;
Orshall we on, and not depend on you? [indeed,
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was,
Sway'dfrom 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 were this 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 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 notwhat 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 pulpit first,
And shew the reason of our Caesar'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 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. MarkAntony, here, take you Caesar's body.

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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 pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.
Ant. Beit so;
I do desire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us,
[Ereunt Conspirators,
Manet Antony. -
Ant. O, pardon me, thou bleedingpiece of earth,
That I am meck 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 rubylips,
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,

5|And dreadful objects so familiar,

That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choak'd with custom of feil deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side, come hot irom 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 Serrant.
You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
Serv. I do, Mark Antony.
Ant. Caesar 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 Caesar!— [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
Rome, hath chanc'd:
Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet; -
Hie hence, 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. [Freunt, with Caesar'sbody.
S C E N E II.
The Forum.
Enter Brutus, and Cassius, with the Plebeiant.

Pleb. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.

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in that sense by many of the old translators of novels.

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