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(Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Caesar and Por. Come hither, fellow!
the Senators tuke their seats. Which way hast thou been?
Dec. Where is Metellas Cimber? Let him go, Sooth. Ať mine own house, good lady!
And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. Por. What is't o'clock?
Bru. He is address'd: press near; and second him. Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady!
Cin, Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Cues. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
That Caesar, and his senate, must redress?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant
And humble heart :
[Kneeling. I shall beseech him to befriend himself,
Caes. I must prevent thee, Cimber! Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, towards him?
Might fire the blood of ordinary men; Sooth. None, that I know will be; much, that I And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, fear may chance.
Into the law of children. Be not fond
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning.
Por. I must go in. - Ah me! how weak a thing I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Caesar doth not wrong; nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.
faint: To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear, Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; For the repealing of my banish'd brother ? Say, I am merry: come to me again,
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesat ; And bring me word what he doth say to thee. (Exeunt. Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Caes. What, Brutus !
Cus. Pardun, Caesar! Caesar, pardon!
The Cupitol; the Senate As low, as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. A Crowd of People in the street leading to the Ca- Caes. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; pitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the Sooth- If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: sayer. Flourish. Enter Caesar, BAUTUS, Cassius, But I am constant as the northern star, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, An- of whose true-fix’d, and resting quality, TONY, LEPIDUS, Popilius, Publius, and Others. There is no fellow in the firmament. Caes. The ides of March are come.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Sooth, Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
They are all fire, and every one doth shine; Art. Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.
But there's but one in all doth hold his place: Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, So, in the world. 'Tis furnish'd well with men, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Art. 0, Caesar, read mine first ; for mine's a suit Yet, in the number, I do know but one That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar! That unassailable holds on his rank, Cues. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd. Unshak'd of motion : aud, that I am he, Art. Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly! Let me a little show it, even in this ; Caes. What, is the fellow mad?
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd
And constant do remain to keep him so.
Cin. O Caesar,
Caes. Hence! Wilt thon lift up Olympus?
Caes. Doth not Brutus bootless kncel?
[Casca stabs Caesar in the neck. Caesar catckPop. Fare you well! [Advances to Caesar. es hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
several other Conspirators, and at last by Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. Marcus Brutus. I fear, our purpose is discovered.
Caes. Et tu, Brute? - Then fall, Caesar!
(Dies. The Senators and People retire in Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Ruu hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets !
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!
, and Caesar doth not change. Fly not; stand still!-- ambition's debt is paid!
Dec. And Cassius too!
Bru. Where's Publius?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Ant. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cae- Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, sar's
Shrunk to this little measure?- Fare thee well !-
I know not, gentlemen, what yon intend,
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
Cas. And leave us, Publius ! lest that the people, of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
Bru. Do se! - and let no man abide this deed, I do beseech ye, if ye 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,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
And this the bleeding business they have done:
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong, as any man's, hence,
In the disposing of new dignities.
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.
Ant. I doubt pot 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, Metellas;
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
That I did love thee, Caesar, 0, 'tis true :
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
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 The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, Pardon me, Julius! - Here wast thou 'bay'd, brave, With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
hart; Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, I never thought him worse.
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee!
How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius !
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Cas. I blame yon not for praising Caesar so ;
Will you be priek'd in number of our friends ?
nk, am ben us;
d be beast
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
hath chanc'd: Why, and wlierein, Caesar was dangerous.
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
Ilie hence, and tell him so! Yet, stay a while!
Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corse You should be satisfied.
Into the market-place: there shall I try, Ant. That's all I seek :
In my oration, how the people take And am moreover suitor, that I may
The cruel issue of these bloody men; Produce his body to the market-place;
According to the which thou shalt discourse And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
To young Octavius of the state of things.
Lend me your hand! [Exeunt with Caesar's body.
SCENE II. - The same.
Cit. We will be satished ! let us be satisfied !
friends! Bru. By your pardon!
Cassius, go you into the other street, I will myself into the pulpit first,
And part the numbers. And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
Those, that will hear me speak, let them stay here; What Antony shall speak, I will protest
Those, that will follow Cassius, go with him; He speaks by leave and by permission ;
And public reasons shall be rendered And that we are contented, Caesar shall
Of Caesar's death.
1 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak.
When severally we hear them rendered.
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
Brutus goes into the rostrum. But speak all good you can devise of Caesar;
3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence! And say, you do’t by our permission;
Bru. Be patient till the last !
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
cause; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, After my speech is ended.
that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; Ant. Be it so;
and awake your senses, that you may the better I do desire no more.
judge. If there be any in this assembiy, any dear Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us!
friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to (Exeunt all but Antony. Caesar was no less than his.''st then that friend Ant. O pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
answer,—not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and That ever lived in the tide of times.
die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all Woe to the land, that shed this costly blood! free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,
was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, honour him: bat, as he was ambitious, I slew hirm To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue; There is tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ;
honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambitiou. Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If
any, speak; for him have I otlended. Who is here Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; And dreadful objects so familiar,
for him' have I offended. Who is here so vile, tha:
Cit. None, Brutus, none! (Several speaking at oncs
Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done 90 Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, more to Caesar, than you should do to Brutus. The Cry Havock, and let slip the dogs of war; question of his death is cnrulled in the Capitol
: bis That this foul deed shall smell above the earth glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor With carrion men, groaning for burial.
his offences enforced, for which he suffer'd death. Enter a Servant.
Enter Antony, and Others, with Caesar's body, You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who.
though he had no hand in his death,
wealth; as which of you shall not? With this And bid me say to you by word of mouth,
[Seeing the body. of Rome, I have the same dagger for m yself,
depart; that, as I slew my best lover for the good O Caesar!
Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep! it shall please my country to need
Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!
shall a place in the conimor
1 Cit. Bring him with trlumph home unto his house. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not take 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
the crown ; 3 Cit. Let him be Caesar.
Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. 4 Cit. Caesar's better parts
1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Shall now be crown'd in Brutas.
2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and weeping. clamours.
3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Bru. My countrymen,
Antony. 2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.
Ani. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might 1 Cit. Peace, ho!
Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
O masters! if I were dispos’d to stir
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
(Which, pardop 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;
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Unto their issue.
4 Cit. We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony ! Ant. You gentle Romans,
Cit. The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will! Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him!
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your
read it; ears;
It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'd you. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
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 know not that you are his heirs ; Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious :
For if you should, o, what would come of it! If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
4 Cit. Read the will! we will hear it, Antony! And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
You shall read us the will ; Caesar's will!
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while? (For Brutus is an honourable man;
[ have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it.
I fear, I wrong the honourable men,
Whose daggers have stabb’d Caesar: I do fear it.
4 Cit. They were traitors: honourable men! But Brutus says, he was ambitious;
Cit. The will! the testament !
2 Cit. They were villains, murderers! The will!
Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
Cit. Come down !
2 Cit. Descend! (He comes down from the pulpit. You all did see, that on the Lupercal,
s Cit. You shall have leave. I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
4 Cit. A ring! stand round ! Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body! Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
2 Cit. Room for Antony; - most noble Antony ! And, sure, he is an honourable man..
Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far oil!
Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle: I remember
Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it;
As rushing out of doors, to be resolvid
On this side Tyber; he hath left them. ,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves
Here was a Caesar. When comes such as her?
1 Cit. Never, never! - Come, away, aur!
And with the brands fire the traitors' home.
But Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Take up the body!
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire! 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
3 Cit. Pluck down benches! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
L Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing
! 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
(Exeunt Citizens, with the less
Th The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art alicia
Take thou what course thon wilt! – Howner, lx
Enter a Servant.
T Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome
Ant. Where is he?
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit hina; 3 Cit. O woeful day!
In 4 Cit. O traitors, villains!
lle comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.
Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
T seek, - burn, - fire, — kill, - slay! - let not a trai- Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, tor live! Ant. Stay, countrymen!
How I had mov’d them. Bring me to Octavius.
SCENE II. - The same. A street.
"Enter Cixxa, the poet.
And things unluckily charge my fantasy:
Yet something leads me forth.
4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a
2 Cit. Answer every man directly.
1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.
Cin, What is my name? Whither am I going
Where do I dwell? Am I a married mat, or a los
chelor? Then to answer every man directie; ad I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;
briefly, wisely; and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor. Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb . L'a.
2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fonis mouths,
1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
4 Cit. For your dwelling, – briefly!
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus !
3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly !
his bad verses !
2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Ciona; plack
but his name out of his heart, and turn him going the will!
brands! To Brutos', to Cassius'; burn all! Some to
rius': away, go!
A C T IV.
ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table.
Ant. These many then shall dic; their pames are His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, prick'd.
The same. A room in Astone's house.