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That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
Enter Ponria and Lucius. Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house: Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone--Why dost thou stay P Luc. To know my errand, madam , Por, I would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there— o, constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue: I have a man s mind, but a woman's might.Art thou here yet? Luc. Madam, what shall I do? Run to the capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else? Por. Yes, bring me word, boy,ifthy lord look well
7 For he went sickly forth; and take good note, What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark! boy, what noise is that? Luc. I hear none, Madam. Por. Prfythee, listen well:
And the wind brings it from the capitol.
Por. Come hither, fellow; which way hast thou been?
Art. At mine own house, good lady.
For, What is't o'clock?
Art. About the ninth hour, lady.
Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the capitol?
Art. Madam, not yet;—I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the capitol.
Por. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
Art. That I have, lady, if it will please Caesar
Por. Why, know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him?
Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear. Good morrow to you. [Exit.
Por. I must go in Ah me! how weak a thing
The heart of woman is!—O Brutus! Brutus!
Sure, the boy heard me Brutus hath a suit,
That Caesar will not grant.—O, I grow faint—
The Capitol.—Senators seated.
Flourish.—Cssar,brutus,cassius,casca,decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, And Antony, discovered.
Cat. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus,
He draws Mark Antony out of his way.
[Exeunt Antony andTREBONIUS.
Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
Bru. He is address'd; press near, and second him.
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Cms. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, That Caesar and his senate must redress?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart. [Kneeling.
Cms. I must prevent thee, Cimber; These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance and first decree Into the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that, which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words; Low crooked court'sies, and base spaniel fawning. Thy brother by decree is banished; If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause, Will he be satisfied.
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear, For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
Caes. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you;
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true fix'd and resting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament:
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
Cin. O Caesar
Caes. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Caesar
Caes. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Casca. Speak, hands, for me. [They stab Caesar.
Caes. Then fall, Caesar! [Dies.
Bru. Liberty! freedom! tyranny is dead
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets
Cos. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!
Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; Fly not, stand still. Ambition's debt is paid.
Cos. Where is Antony?
Tre. Fled to his house, amaz'd.
Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures;"
Cas. Why, he, that cuts off twenty years of life,
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit.
Dec, What, shall we forth i'
Cas. Ay, every man away.
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels,
Enter a Servant.
Bru. Soft, who comes here ? A friend of Antony's.
Sere. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
Sen. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant.
Bru. I-know, that we shall have him well to friend.
Cas. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind, That fears him much.
Bru. But here he comes. Welcome, Mark Antony!
Ant. O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? fare thee well.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,