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To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Moft noble! in the prefence of thy corfe!
Had I as many eyes as thou haft wounds,
Weeping as falt as they stream torth thy blood,
It would become me better, than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me, Julius--here waft thou bay'd, brave hart;
Here didit tbou fall, and here thy hunters stand
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson's in thy lethe.
Caf. Mark Antony-

Art. Pardon me, Caius Cadius.
The enemies of Cæsar shall say this;
Then, in a friend, it is cold modelty.
. Caf. I blame you not for prailing Cæfar fo.
But what compact mean you to have with us?
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends,
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 Cæfar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you al ;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Why, and wherein Cæsar was dangerous.

Bru. Or else this were a favage spectacle,
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar,
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.

Gof. Brutus, a word with you.
You know not what you do ; do not confent (Afde,
That Antony speak in his funeral :

- in thy lethe,
Oworld! thou waft the forest to this hart,
And this indeed, O world, ihe heart of thee,
How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Doft thou here lie?
Gaf. Mark, bo.
Vok, VII,


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 Cæsar's death.
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave, and by permission;
And that we are contented Cæfar shall
Have all due rites, and lawful ceremonies,
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.

Caf. I know not what may fall, I like it not.

Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body.
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar;
And say, you do't by our permission:
Else fhall 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 fo;
I do desire no more.
Bru, Prepare the body then, and follow us.

[Exeant Conspirators, SC E N E IV.

Manet Antony Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth! That I am meek and gentle with these butchers, Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the side 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 ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue), A curfe shall light upon the line of men *; Domestic fury, and fierce civil ftrife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects fo familiar, That mothers thall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd by the hands of War: All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds ; " And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

* 1.6. human race

" With Até by his fide come hot from hell,
“ Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
“ Cry, Havock, and let flip the dogs of war ;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groning for burial.

Enter Octavius's Servant.
You ferve Octavius Cæsar, do you not ?

Ser. I do, mark Antony.
Ant. Cælar did write for him to come to Romer

Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming ;
And bid me say to you by word of mouth
O Cæsar!

[Seeing the body.
Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep ;
Pallion I see is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Begin to water. Is thy master coming ?

Ser. He lies to•night within seven leagues of Rome:

Ant. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, [chanc'do. No Rome of safety for O&avius yet; Hie hence and tell him so. Yet itay a while; Thou shalt not back, till i have born this corse Into the market-people: there fhall I try In my oration, how the people take The cruel issue of thefe bloody men'; According to the which thou shalt discourse To young Octavius of the late of things. Lend me your hand, [Exeunt with Cæsar's body

SCENE V. Changes to the Forum.
Enter Brutus, and mounts the Rofira; Callius with the

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

Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends,
Caffius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers :
Thote that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;,
7 hole that will follow Calius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered
Of Cæsar's death.

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i Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak,

2 Pleb. I will hear Caffius, and compare their rea. When sev'rally we hear them rendered. [fons,

[Exit Caffius, with fome of the Plebeians. 3. Pleb. The noble Brutus is afcended: filence ! Bru. Be patient till the lait.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be filent, 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 affembly, any dear friend of • Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cæsar

was no less than his. If then that friend demand, ( why Brutus rose again! Cæfar, this is my answer: • Not that I lov'd Cæfar less, but that I lov'd Rome


you rather Cæsar were living, and die • all slaves ; than that Cælar icre dead, to live all free

inen ? As Cæsar lov'd me, I weep for him; as lic « was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I " honour him; but as he was aubitious, I flew bim. • There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, ho«ncur for his valour, and death tor his ambition. Who's • here fo bale, that would be a bond man? if any, "speak; for him have I offended Who's here so rude, « that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for « him have I offended, Who's here fo vile, that will ' not love his country! If any, speak; for him have ! a offended. I pause for a reply

All None, Brutus, none.

Bru. Then one have I offended, I have done no more to Cæiar than you shall do to Brutus, stion of his death is iorolld in the Capitol ; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy ; nor his of. fences inforc'd, for which he suffered death.

Enter Mark Antony with Cæsar's body.. Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antóny ; 'who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the common wealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart, that as I flew my belt lover for the good of Rome, I have the

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fame dagger for myself, when it shall please my cous try to need my death. All Live, Brutus, live ! live ! i Pleb. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.. 2 Pleb. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Pleb. Let him be Cæfar.

4 Pleb. Cælar's better parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus. i Pleb. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and

Bru. My countrymen-
2 Pleb. Peace ! Glence ! Brutus speaks.
i Pleb. Peace, ho!.

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone.
And, for my fake, Itay here with Antony;
Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech
Teading to Cæsar's glories, which Mark Antony
By our permission is allowed to make,
I do intreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have fpoke.

[Exit S. CE N E I Pleb. Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony. ..

3. Pleb. Let him go up into the public chair, We'll bear him. Noble Antony, go up.

Ant. For Brutus' fake, I am beholden to you. 4 Pleb. What does he say of Brutus?

3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus' fake He finds himself beholden to us all.

4 Pleb. 'Twere beft he speak no harm of Brutus hereg. i Pleb. This Cæfar was a tyrant.

3 Pleb. Nay, that's certain; We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

2 Pleb. Peace ; let us hear what Antony can saya : Ant. You gentle RomansAll. Peace, ho, let us hear him.

Ant, Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your "I come to bury Cælar, not to praise him. [ears, • The evil that men do, lives after them; " The good is oft interred with their bones; · So let it be with Cæfar! Noble Brutas : 'Hath told you, Læiar was ambitious ;


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