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Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, 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 public reasons shall be rendered Of Caesar's death. 1 Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak. [reasons, 2 Pleb. I will hear Cassius; and compare their When severally we hear them rendered. [Erit Cassius, with some of the Plebeians : Brutus goes into the rostrum. 3 Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended: Silence Bru. Be patient 'till 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: censureme in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear triend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. }; then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, Not that I lov’ . ess, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you ra ther Casar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men As Casar loy'd 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 ambi. tion. 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 o If any, speak; for him have 1 offended. Who i here so vile, that will not love his country It any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. All. None, Brutus, none. Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Casar, than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is enroll'd in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was 4 worthy; nor his offences enforc'd, for which he suffered death. Enter Mark Antony, &c. with Catsar's body. Here comes his body, mourn’d by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; As which of you shall not? With this I depart; That, as I i. my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death. All. Live, Brutus, live! live [house. 1 Pleb. Bring him with triumph home unto his 2 Pleb. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Pleb. Let him be Caesar. 4 Pleb. Caesar's better parts Shall be crowned in Brutus. 1 Pleb. We’ll bring him to his house with shouts and clamours. Bru. My countrymen,_
2 Pleb. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks. 1 Pleb. Peace, ho! Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, And, for mysake, stay here with Antony: Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony By our permission is allow'd to make. I do intreat you, not a man depart, Save I alone, ’till Antony have spoke. [Erit. 1 Pleb. Stay, ho! and so us hear MarkAntony. 3 Pleb. Let him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him:—Noble Antony, go up. Ant: For Brutus' sake, I am beho den to you. 4 Pleb. What does he say of Brutus? 3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus' sake, He finds himself beholden to us all. 4 Pleb. 'Twere best he speak no harm of 1 Pleb. This Casar was a tyrant. 3 Pleb. Nay, that’s certain: We are blest, that Rome is rid of him. 2 Pleb. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say. Ant. You gentle Romans,— All. Peace, ho! let us hear him. [your ears; Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar! The noble Brutus Hath told you, Casar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men)
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
sayings. 2 Pleb. f thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong. 3 Pleb. Has he, masters?
I fear, there will a worse come in his place.
2 Pleb. * i. e. the im
4 Pleb, Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown: Therefore, ’tis certain, he was not ambitious. 1 Pleb. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Pleb. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. [Antony. 3 Pleb. There’s not a noblerman in Rome, than 4 Pleb. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against §: world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men, But here’s a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins' in his sacred blood; Y ca, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Unto their issue. [tony.
4 Pleb. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark An
All. The will, the will; we will hear Caesar's will. Ant. Have*. gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Casar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis good you K. not that you are his heirs; For if you should, O, what would come of it! 4 Pleb. Read the will; we will hearit, Antony; You shall read us the will; Caesar's will. Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile? I have o'er-shot myself, to tell you of it? I fear, I wrong the honourable men, Whose daggers have stabb’d Caesar; I do fear it. 4 Pleb. They were traitors: Honourable men: All. The will the testament
' i. e. their handkerchiefs.-Napery was the ancient term for all kinds of linen.
pression of pity.
He comes down from the pulpit.. 2
[You all do know this mantle: I remember
15|For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more of than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: thenbursthis mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, 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 I he dint of pity"; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Qur Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here! Ilere is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors, - 1 Pleb. Opiteous spectacle! 2 Pleb. O noble Casar! 3 Pleb. Q woeful day! 4 Pleb. O traitors, villains! 1 Pleb. O most bloody sight! 2 Pleb. We willbereveng'd: Revenge: About, Seek, -burn,-fire, kill,—slay —let not a traitor live. Ant. Stay, countrymen. 1 Pleb. Peace there:—Hear the noble Antony. 2 Pleb. We’ll hear him, we’ll follow him, we'll die with him. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you u 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 honourAnd will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. [able, I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know fullwell That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: 1 only speak right on; I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; . Shew you sweet Casar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths! And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would rufile up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
1 Pleb. Never, never:-Come, away, away :
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Eacunt.
S C E N E III. A Street. Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians. Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with And things unluckily charge my fantasy: [Caesar, I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth. . 1 Pleb. What is your name? 2 Pleb. Whither are you going? 3 Pleb. Where do you dwell? 4 Pleb. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 2 Pleb. Answer every man directly. | Pleb. Ay, and briefly. 4 Pleb. Ay, and wisely. 3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor. 2 Pleb. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral. 1 Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. As a friend. 2 Plab. That matter is answer'd directly. 4 Pleb. For your dwelling, briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Pleb. Your name, sir, truly, Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna, 1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinnathe poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 4 Pleb. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; o: but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Pleb. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! firebrands. To Brutus' and to Cassius', burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius'! away; go. [Ereunt,
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any then shall die; their names [Lepidus? Octa. Your brother too must die; Consent you,
Lep. I do consent,
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. . [him. eshall not live; look, with a spot I damn" dus, go you to Caesar's house;
* A small island in the * Lucius, not Publius, was the person “ i.e. condemn him. - Fetch
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
He must betaught, and train'd, and bid go forth:3
A barren-spirited fellow ; one that feeds
But that my noble master will appear
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
in this: You have condemn’d and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein, my letter, praying on his side, : Because I knew the man, was slighted off. [case. Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
Pin. I do not doubt,
- : i.e. small trilling offence.
That every nice' offence shouldbear his comment.
Bru. Let metell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm ?
Bru. ThenameofCassiushonoursthis corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Cas. Chastisement - member!
Bru. Remember March, theides of March re-
Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
Bru. Go to; you are not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;|30 Have milio your health, tempt me nofurther.
Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is’t possible
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. O ye gods: ye gods' Must I endure all this?
Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, 'till your proud
Go, shew your slaves how cholerick you are,
Cas. Is it come to this 2
Bru. You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. [Brutus:
Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say, better?
* Warburton comments on this
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. If you did, I care not. [mov'd me. Cas. When Caesar liv'd, he durst not thus have Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have Cas. I durst not? [tempted him. Bru. No. Cas. What? durst not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, [for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm’d so strong in honesty, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you Forcertainsums of gold, which you deny'd me;— For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, [sius? Which you deny'd me: Was that done like CasShould I have answered Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
25|To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Cas. I deny'd you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas. I did not: he was but a fool, That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart: A friend should bear his friend's insirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not, 'till you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not. Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. Afriendly eye could neversee such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do As huge as high Olympus. [appear Cas. Come, Antony,and young0ctavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother: Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ’d, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep Myspirit from mine eyes!—There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, [better When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him Than ever thou lov’dst Cassius.
assage thus: “The poets and common people, who generally
think and speak alike, suppose the J. bays the moon out of envy to its brightness; an allusion to this notion makes the beauty of the passage in question: Brutus hereby insinuates a covert accusation against his friend, that it was only envy at Caesar's glory which set Cassius on conspiring against him ; and ancient history seems to countenance such a charge. Cassius understood him in this sense, and ,
with much conscious pride retorts the charge by
i.e. to limit my authority by your direction or censure.
is fit to confer the offices which are at my disposal.
3 C 2
a like insinuation:—“ Brutus, bay not me.” * That is, to know on what terms it