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Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him : then burft his mighty heart :
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's ftatue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæfar fell. .
Oh 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 ye weep; and I perceive you feel 1
The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Kind souls! what, weep you


you but behold Our Cæsar's vefture wounded ? look


here! Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, by traitors.

Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To any 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 wife and honourable :
And will, no doubt, with reason 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 loves 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 utt’rance, nor the power of speech,
To ftir men's blood; I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths !
And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue



In every wound of Cæfar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.




Cass. THAT you have wrong’d medoth appear in this,

You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;

iny letter praying on his fide, Because I knew the man was slighted of.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a cafea

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That ev'ry nice offence thould bear its comment.

Bru, Yet let me tell you, Caffius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell and inart your offices for gold,
To undeTervers.

CAS. I an itching palm?
You know, that you are Brutus that spake this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.

Cas. Chastisement!

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice face? What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us That struck the foremoft man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?


And fell the mighty meed 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, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

BRU. Go to : you are not, Calius.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more; I shall forget myself-
Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther.

BRU. Away, slight man!'
Cas. Is't poffible !

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Muft I give way and room to your rath choler ?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ?

Cas. O gods ! ye gods! must I endure all this?

Bru'. All this? ay more. Fret till your proud heart break;
Go tell your flaves how choleric you are,
And make

your bondmen tremble. Muit I budge?"
Must I observe you must I stand and crouch
Under your tefty humour? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Tho'it do split you: For from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,
When you are waspishi

CAS. Is it come to this?
Bev. You say, you are a better soldier ;


Let it appear fo; 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 foldier, not a better ;
Did I say better?

Bru. If you did, I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durft not thus have mov'd me,
Bru. Peace, peace, you durft not so have tempted him.
CAS. I durft not !.
Bru. No.
CAs. What! durft not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you

durft not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love ;

do what I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Caflius, in your

threats ;
For I am arm's 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 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 drachms, 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,


denied me: was that done like Callius? Should I have answer'd Caius Caffius so? When Marcus Brutus


fo covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends,


I may

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts
Dash him to pieces.

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 heartx
A friend should bear a-friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.,

Bru. I do not : fill you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like your faules..
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

BRU. A fatt'rer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come, Anthony, and young Octavius, come!
Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius,
For Caffius is a weary of the world;
Hated by one he loves ; brav'J by his brother ;
Check'd by a bandman; all his faults observ'd;.
Set in a note-book, learn'd and con’d by rote,
To cast into my teeth.
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my daggery,
And here my naked breast --within, a heart
Dearer than Pluius' mine, richer than gold !
If that thou need' It a Roman's, take it forth.
I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart ::
Strike as thou didit at Cæsar; for I know,
When thou did it'hate him worst, thou lov'd'At him better
Than ever thou lov'd'ft Callius.

BRU. Sheathe your dagger;
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;


O I could weep

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