Or shall we on, and not depend on you? Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed, 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 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 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 pulpit first,
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. Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanc'd:
And show 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. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body. 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. Be it so;
I do desire no more.
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! [Exeunt with Caesar's body.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us! [Exeunt all but Antony. Ant. O pardon me, thou piece of bleeding 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 prophecy, 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 with 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 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 Servant.
You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not? Serv. I do, Mark Antony!
SCENE II. The same. The Forum
Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens. Cit. We will be satisfied! let us be satisfied! 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 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak.
2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, When severally we hear them rendered.
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the rostrum.
8 Cit. 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: 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' 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. Had you 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 is tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition. 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 Roman? If any, speak for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Cit. None, Brutus, none! [Several speaking at once Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done ne more to Caesar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffer'd death.
Enter ANTONY, and Others, with Caesar's body, Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who. though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commo wealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart; that, as I slew my best lover for the good [Seeing the body. of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, wher it shall please my country to need my death. Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!
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!
Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep! Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. | 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
8 Cit. Let him be Caesar.
4 Cit. Caesar's better parts
Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamours.
2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, And, for my sake, 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 entreat you, not a man depart, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. 8 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up! Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus?
S Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake,
He finds himself beholden to us all.
Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious.
1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the 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;
4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
1 Cit. This Caesar was a tyrant.
3 Cit. Nay, that's certain:
We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.
3 Cit. Peace! let us hear what Antony can say. Ant. You gentle Romans,-
Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him!
Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your
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, Caesar 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;) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff, Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see, that on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man..
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! - Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me. 1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings. 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong.
3 Cit. Has he, masters?
I fear, there will a worse come in his place.
4 Cit. We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony! Cit. The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will! Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Caesar 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 know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it! 4 Cit. Read the will! we will hear it, Antony! You shall read us the will; Caesar's will!
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while? I 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! Cit. The will! the testament!
2 Cit. They were villains, murderers! The will! read the will!
Ant. You will compel me then to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? Cit. Come down!
2 Cit. Descend! [Ile comes down from the pulpit. 8 Cit. You shall have leave.
4 Cit. A ring! stand round!
1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body! 2 Cit. Room for Antony;- most noble Antony! Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off! Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That lay he overcame the Nervii:- Look in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar 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 Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle mufiling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua, 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 The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle!
2 Cit. O noble Caesar!
3 Cit. O woeful day!
4 Cit. O traitors, villains!
1 Cit. O most bloody sight!
2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge! about,- seek, — burn, fire, -kill,-slay!- let not a trai-
Ant. Stay, countrymen! 1 Cit. Peace there!
2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die
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; 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 full well 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: I only speak right on; I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Bratus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Cit. We'll mutiny!
On this side Tyber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselve Here was a Caesar, When comes such her? We'll burn his body in the holy place, 1 Cit. Never, never!-Come, away, an And with the brands fire the traitors' hea Take up the body!
1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus! 3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators! Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen! yet hear me speak! Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony! Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves? Alas, you know not: -I must tell you then: -- You have forgot the will I told you of.
Cit. Most true; the will; let's stay and hear
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire!
3 Cit. Pluck down benches!
4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing! [Exeunt Citizens, with the lab, Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art a Take thou what course thou wilt! - How now,! Enter a Servant.
Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him; lle comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing. Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassins Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavins
SCENE III. The same. A street. Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Caesa "Enter CINNA, the poet. I have no will to wander forth of doors, And things unluckily charge my fantasy: Yet something leads me forth. Enter Citizens.
1 Cit. What is your name? 3 Cit. Where do you dwell? 2 Cit. Whither are you going?
4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a 2 Cit. Answer every man directly. 1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.
3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going chelor? Then to answer every man directly; a Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a ba that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, ear briefly, wisely; and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor. 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools Proceed; directly!
Cin. Directly, I am going to Caesar's fuqery!. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. As a friend.
2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 4 Cit. For your dwelling, briefly! Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly! Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator! Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet! 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for
Cit. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck 3 Cit. Tear him! tear him! Come, brands, ho! fire but his name out of his heart, and turn him going brands! To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all! Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!
The same. A room in ANTONY's house.
ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are
Oct. Your brother too must die. Consent you, Le- But that my noble master will appear pidus?
Lep. I do consent.
Oct. Prick him down, Antony!
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony!
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we will determine How to cut off some charge in legacies. Lep. What, shall I find you here? Oct. Or here, or at
Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,
The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it?
Oct. So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription.
Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these houours on this mau, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, ete Either led or driven, as we point the way:
And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons.
Oct. You may do your will;
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight, To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth: A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds On objects, arts, and imitations;
Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him, But as a property. And now, Octavius, Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius, Are levying powers: we must straight make head: Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,
Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd
And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclos'd, And open perils surest answered.
Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, And bay'd about with many enemies:
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischief. [Exeunt. in the camp near
SCENE II. Before BRUTUS' tent, Sardis.
Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS, meeting them. Bru. Stand here!
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand!
Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.
[Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus. Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, 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.
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. Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, As he hath us'd of old.
Bru. Thou hast describ'd
A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain aud simple faith: But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: But, when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius,
Bru. Hark, he is arrived!. March gently on to meet him.
Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers.
Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along. Within. Stand!
Within. Stand! Within. Stand!
Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them
Bru. 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. Cas. Pindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off A little from this ground.
Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Within the tent of BRUTUS. LUCIUS and TITINIUS at some distance from it.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
Cas. That you have wrong'd me, dotn appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein, my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off. Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold, To undeservers.
That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large honours, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ?- I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, To hedge me in; I am a soldier, f, Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions.
Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius!
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is't possible?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak!
Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more! fret, till your proud heart break;
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
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.
Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus!
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Bru. If you did, I care not.
Cas. When Caesar liv'd, he durst not thus have
Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempt- ed him.
Cas. I durst not?
Bru. No.
Cus. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that, you should be 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 For certain sums of gold, which you deuied 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
Bru. I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge, as high Olympus.
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, 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 My spirit 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 denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thon didst at Caesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'st him better,
Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Bru. Sheath your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger, as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. Bru. And my heart too.
Cas. O Brutus!
Bru. What's the matter?
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. [Noise within
Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet They be alone.
Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.
Cas. How now? What's the matter? Poet. For shame, you generals; what do you Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; me;-For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this eynic rhyme! Bru. Get you henee, sirrah! saucy fellow, hence! Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools? Companion, hence!
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